Better Devils: Bengal vs Sierra Velvera

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As Bengal tore through Sierra's sleeves she gasped, offended

"Ohhh hey! This is cute, like you're an actual cat! I like your idea, but you should probably stop that! This is my favorite jacket, I really don't wanna be taking it to a tailor, again!" she nagged into Bengal's ear

"You...ugly monkey!"

"Ugly? Pfft! Please," she scoffed, cheeky as always "I’m, like, super pretty, actually!"

Sierra has mastered the art of talking so much, she barely even could listen to herself, meaning that even though she was talking, it wouldn't equal she's distracted, quite on contrary. The crook of Sierra’s arm dug into her throat, making each inhale shallower than the last for Bengal, showing that she still had hear in the game. Or at least as much so as she could.

Sierra giggled and reached up with one hand, gently stroking Bengal’s head like she was soothing a sleepy kitten. "Aww, are you getting tired?" she cooed. "You wanna take a little nap, little kitty-mew-mew?"

Sierra was light, meaning hrowing her weight around wouldn't be very succesfull for Bengal, with this little Spanish imp clung to her like a stubborn vine, twisting and shifting constantly. But then-

WHAM!

Sierra's spine collided with the turnbuckle, her entire body jolting from the brutal shock. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her grip instinctively loosening as the pain flared through her back. The earlier Camel Clutch had already done a number on her, and this only made it worse. Her arms trembled, her legs momentarily slackening around Bengal's waist.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal slammed Sierra into the turnbuckle, the Spanish woman's legs momentarily relaxed, easing the pressure on Bengal's ribs. Unfortunately for the Tiger, the arm strapped around her neck didn't budge one bit. She staggered back out of the corner, trying to repeat the maneuver - but her air supply was almost totally gone now, and her strength was fading. Her legs buckled underneath her like an overloaded table, and she fell onto her striped knee-pads with a resounding crash.

Sierra was still yapping away in Bengal's ear, but the noise sounded faraway now, as if the Tiger was overhearing her from the end of a long hallway. Blood was roaring in her ears, and she had to strain to keep her heavy eyelids open. She felt La Diablesa's slender fingers caressing the side of her face, making her flush with embarrassment - but when she tried to lift her own hand and swat Sierra's away, her body wouldn't respond to her commands. Her head felt like a overripe fruit, swollen and ready to burst. Yet somehow, inexplicably, her opponent calling her "kitty mew mew" felt even worse.

"Don't you...ever...shut up?" she panted, as Sierra droned on and on, threatening to lull Bengal to sleep with her endless, one-way conversation. Blackness was creeping in around the edges of her vision as she fought to stay conscious. If she couldn't escape from the sleeper soon, it was a fight she was destined to lose.

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With Bengal half-conscious and woozy in her grasp, Sierra had a golden opportunity to take the bigger girl down. Well, she could have just held onto the sleeper until Bengal passed out completely...but nope, where was the fun in that? No, La Diablesa had to something fun!

Smirking, she loosened her grip just enough to let Bengal slump forward slightly, then yanked her down to the mat. Moving quickly, she rolled Bengal onto her stomach and straddled her back, trapping the Tiger beneath her. The taller woman’s weight pressed against her, warm and slightly damp from exertion. Bengal’s breath was hot against Sierra’s arm, her body trembling from exhaustion and oxygen deprivation. The scent of sweat and something faintly musky—almost like sandalwood—clung to Bengal’s dark skin, mixing with the faint coconut aroma of whatever hair product she used on her goofy swiss roll hair tonight.

"See, now I'm gonna show you why you shouldn't do things to others, you don't want done to you!" said Sierra, preparing for a revenge camel clutch.

"Ah, I usually do aerials. I'm not so good with this stuff, but you're all so sleepy and nice, and meek! I can just play with you however I want. Check this out!" Sierra wrenched backward, arching Bengal’s spine painfully while beaming at the crowd. Compared to Sierra’s soft thighs and tiny waist Bengal was tall, strong, with long limbs built for power. But now, none of that power was doing her any good. Sierra’s legs settled on either side of Bengal’s waist as she perched atop her, trapping the Tiger beneath her. Bengal’s body was hot, her muscles still twitching faintly from exertion, her back glistening under the arena lights. Through touch alone Sierra could feel the tension in her opponent’s body—the involuntary spasms of a fighter caught in the fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, Sierra hooked Bengal’s arms over her thighs and reached down, cupping the taller woman’s chin.

"Let’s hear you scream, Tigre~!" she sang playfully, shaking Bengal’s chin from side to side like a mischievous bully.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Sierra had released the sleeper hold and transitioned into a camel clutch, meaning that Bengal was no longer in imminent danger of passing out. But the way La Diablesa was stretching her spine made her feel like the vertebrae were about to fold in on each other, like a roll of crackling bubble wrap. To make matters worse, her opponent was copying Bengal's previous technique - and getting a bigger pop from the crowd for the exact same move!

Bengal told herself that she wasn't going to scream, wasn't going to give this little brat what she wanted. To her shame, she wasn't able to keep her promise. As her opponent wrenched her head to the side, the Tiger couldn't stop herself from letting out a pained whine. "Hrrrnnng!"

If this kept up, pretty soon she wouldn't be able to make any noise at all. Like an animal caught in a snare, Bengal's eyes darted wildly around, looking for a way out. They finally settled on Sierra's slim fingers, still wrapped around the Indian woman's chin. Flexing her neck, she craned her head downward so that her lips were touching Sierra's hand. It looked almost like a gesture of tenderness, but it was anything but. The Tiger suddenly opened her mouth wide, showing off her impressive canines. Then she bit her opponent on the soft skin of her palm, right between her thumb and forefinger! Hopefully, this would force La Diablesa to release her grasp, allowing the Tiger to free her trapped arms and break the clutch.

Bengal clenched her jaw, digging her pointed teeth in savagely - but, with the cunning of a practiced heel, she made sure to release the bite as the referee approached. If she didn't see what had happened, she couldn't disqualify the Tiger for an illegal move. The crowd booed uproariously. Some fans in the front row waved their arms, trying to get the referee's attention. Unfortunately, the official was as oblivious to them as she had been to Bengal's cheating, and the match continued.

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Sierra yelped, recoiling as she shook out her bitten hand. "¡AYE! What was that?" she whined, stomping her foot in frustration. She waved her wounded hand around, exaggerating the pain for the audience even though she was more surprised rather than genuinely hurt. But this was enough to gave Bengal the chance she needed to pull free. Sierra pouted, glaring at the referee. "¡Ref, she BIT me! Are you blind or something?!" But the official just shrugged, having missed the dirty move. The crowd’s jeers only made Sierra puff up in frustration. "Hmph! I better not get rabies from this."

But if Bengal wanted to play dirty, La Diablesa could get nasty, too.

The moment the Indian wrestler rolled forward to fully escape, Sierra darted forward and pounced on her back like a cat after a mouse, driving her weight onto Bengal’s spine. She's just not letting go!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Sierra flailed her hand around, distracted by the pain, Bengal made her move. Grunting with effort, she wrenched her numb elbows off her opponent's knees. Falling to the canvas on her forearms, she tried to crawl away - but she'd barely gotten a foot before La Diablesa crashed down on her back again. The Spanish woman had clearly enjoyed having Bengal at her mercy, and she had no intention of letting her new toy get away.

Bengal had to act quickly, before Sierra re-applied her clutch. Gritting her teeth, she planted one foot underneath herself and began to stand. Her thighs and calves were shaking from exhaustion, and she silently thanked her lucky stars that she'd been booked against a smaller opponent for this match. After everything she'd suffered tonight, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to pull this off against a larger woman. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she could pull it off now.

But she had to try. Twisting her torso, Bengal hooked her arm around one of Sierra's elegant legs, like she was taking off the straps of a backpack. Yanking on the limb with all her strength, she tried to pull her opponent into position for a Sidewalk Slam! If her strategy worked, she'd fling La Diablesa to the canvas on her back, racking the lightweight's spine. While the Tiger wouldn't be able to make a pin attempt, the impact would hopefully stun her target, making it easier to apply a submission of her own.

Sidewalk Slam

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Sierra barely had time to react before Bengal crashed into her like a missile.

“GUHHH—!!”

The impact was brutal. Bengal’s shoulder drove deep into Sierra’s exposed stomach, her smooth abdomen offering little resistance against the sheer force of the charge. Air exploded from Sierra’s lungs as her body was lifted clean off the mat, folding in half around Bengal’s shoulder before being driven into the canvas with a loud slam. Her vision blurred from the shock as she lay sprawled on her back, arms weakly twitching at her sides. Her mouth hung open, gasping for breath that simply wouldn’t come. It felt like her entire torso had caved in, her diaphragm locked in agony from the vicious spear.

Meanwhile, Bengal rose onto her knees, hovering over Sierra, folded in hald, gasping for air and unable to speak!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's slam worked perfectly, overpowering Sierra and leaving La Diablesa flattened against the mat. The Tiger loomed over her smaller opponent, admiring the way her skinny arms twitched and spasmed. Then she kicked the Spanish woman in the side with the point of her boot, flipping her over onto her stomach. From that prone position, she pulled the other fighter's wrists between her legs, lifting Sierra's rear in the air and folding up her body into a Paradise Lock! If her opponent wasn't able to resist, Bengal would then stomp on her back, grinding her heel into La Diablesa's vertebrae like she was stomping out a fire.

Paradise Lock

"Looks like I'm about to give the devil her due," Bengal quipped, pressing her full weight on top of Sierra. "And the way I see it, you're due for an ass-kicking!" She grinned broadly at her own joke, raising her arms in the air and flexing triumphantly over her downed opponent.