Match Type: 1v1, Mud Match
Bengal, the Blaze Tiger
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Now that she had actually arrived at the makeshift arena, however, the Blaze Tiger was having second thoughts. The match was taking place outdoors, and it was an unseasonably warm and humid day. Even Bengal, who was accustomed to such a climate from her childhood in Kolkata, found sweat starting to bead on her forehead. The fans were sitting on shaded bleachers, with rows of fans on either side to keep them cool. But the wrestlers themselves would have no such luxuries - only a crude mud ring, marked out by four wooden poles strung with ropes. It was a far cry from the pristine, modern arenas where L.A.W. matches usually took place. Bengal wondered why the organization hadn't sprung for better facilities; there was no question that they could afford it. Perhaps the rustic setting was meant to be charming.
At least her entrance music was the same, she reflected, as the pulsing guitars and pounding drums of Meshuggah's "Combustion" began to play over the loudspeakers. Since the mud ring wasn't raised, there was no entrance ramp or apron to speak of. Bengal simply crossed the flat ground in front of the bleachers, then ducked under the ropes. She stumbled for a moment as she did so, sliding on the slick mud. Realizing that her boots would hamper her movement on the soft ground, she shucked them off, along with her socks, and threw them out of the ring. She flexed her bare toes in the mud, wrinkling her nose slightly at its pungent, earthy scent, as the announcer's voice boomed out:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a mud wrestling match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...from Kolkata, India...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"
Boos rained down from the stands, along with a few scattered cheers - perhaps from newer fans, who were as yet unfamiliar with the Tiger's heelish ways. Bengal stuck out her tongue petulantly, squinting her orange eyes against the bright sun shining overhead. She pushed a strand of jet-black hair out of her eyes, then stretched her toned legs against the wooden ringpost, waiting for her opponent to arrive.