All Dolled Up: Dolly Drip (D) VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Thanks to TheBearhugger for having this match with me!

Match Type: 1v1, Smother

Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

Spoiler

Bengal had never wrestled a Smother Match before, but when her agent offered her one, she jumped at the opportunity. The idea of choking out another woman appealed to her domineering nature, and this stipulation meant that her opponent wouldn't be able to spoil her fun by tapping early. To make things even better, she'd be facing a new member of the roster, a relatively unknown Mexican-American fighter who was just making her LAW debut. Bengal was confident that her opponent's lack of experience would make for an easy victory. In fact, she was so confident that she didn't bother to watch any footage of Dolly's previous matches. Her agent warned her not to get cocky, but the Tiger wasn't listening. "Who cares about some no-name indie fed?" she sneered. "If it didn't happen on LAW, it's not worth watching!"

And so it was that, a few short days later, Bengal found herself backstage at the LAW arena, waiting for her cue. The Tiger had donned her classic black-and-orange outfit for this bout, and sharpened her painted nails to knifelike points. During the buildup to the match, she'd been working out her biceps and triceps to increase the strength of her holds, and the effort had paid off. She flexed and stretched her arms, feeling the newfound strength in her toned limbs. As her entrance theme began to swell through the arena speakers, she adjusted her cat-ear headband one last time, then strode out onto the entrance ramp.

She was immediately greeted by a chorus of boos. It was expected, given the Tiger's history of underhanded tactics, but still grating. Idiots...how can they boo me when they don't even know who I'm fighting? Bengal wondered. She tried not to let her annoyance show on her face, maintaining a stoic expression as she stalked forward through a haze of smoke. Pyrotechnic flares burst up around her with each step, their fiery glow reflecting off her oiled skin and sleek black hair. She leaped onto the apron and gazed haughtily around the arena, then ducked under the ropes and into the ring, just as the ring announcer began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Smother Match! The only way to win is by smothering your opponent into unconsciousness." The crowd cheered uproariously at that; obviously, they were just as excited for this stipulation as Bengal was. The announcer continued: "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!"

The jeers from the crowd grew even louder, but it was all just background noise to Bengal. Her catlike gaze was fixed on the top of the ramp, waiting for her opponent. Hopefully, she's not too scared to show up, she thought to herself, leaning back casually in the corner as she tightened her black leather gloves. I'd hate to come all the way down here for nothing...

[NotoriousGoddess]

Dolly was excited for her debut match, which was a smother match out of all things. Her agent that she received when she signed up to work for LAW said that she had "the perfect assets" for the match, whatever that meant. Dolly was interested in the sensual nature of smother matches, and loved the idea of just shoving her breasts or ass in other wrestlers' faces. She may have been extremely underground at the time, but is ready to make a name for herself in this new endeavor. She was told that she would be facing a heel, and not one of the cool ones too. She figured that she would have to show this wrestler her place.

Dolly Drip

A few days later, Dolly was in her locker room, getting ready for the match. She heard her name get blasted on the intercom, and so she adjusted her costume over her curves and breasts, took a deep breath, and exited the room. She made her entrance calm and composed, not paying attention to the cheers of the audience. She maintained a stoic expression as purple spotlights lit her path, and her entrance music playing. Dolly waved around, at least acknowledging the audience's existence, before making her way onto the apron daintily, her elegance showing. She slid into the ring in a relaxed manner, confidently leaning against the ropes, eyeing her opponent. "Why did it have to be heels?" She thought to herself.

"Now.....making her debut match.........standing at a height of five feet, five inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds.....hailing from San Francisco, California....THE RAGDOLL ROYALTY HERSELF, DOLLYYYYY DRIIIIIIIP!"

The crowd cheered for this debut wrestler, much to the happiness of Dolly, but she didn't show it. Instead, she regained her mental fortitude and walked towards the heel, ready for some trash talk before the match starts.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal eyed her opponent skeptically as the young woman made her way down the entrance ramp. This "Dolly's" outfit looked more appropriate for a lingerie show than a wrestling match. Of course, the fans were clapping and whistling for her regardless. The Tiger rolled her dark orange eyes in exasperation. Horny morons.

Still, as Dolly slid into the ring, Bengal had to admit that she had a nice body. Attractive curves, but plenty of muscle too, especially on her legs. This isn't a bodybuilding contest, though, she reminded herself. Just because she looks good, doesn't mean she can fight.

That said, it didn't hurt to have a plan, just in case. A few choice taunts would surely throw her rookie opponent off her game. Bengal cocked her head to one side, an amused smile playing across her black-painted lips. "What's this? A gift for me?" she asked, feigning confusion. "Awww, someone knows just what I like: an easy win. They even put a bow on it!" She gestured at the silky black ribbon framing Dolly's long pink hair. "I'm gonna enjoy unwrapping you," she finished, running her tongue between her teeth in a suggestive fashion, as she raised her arms and took up a fighting stance.

[NotoriousGoddess]

While Dolly was walking up to her, she was mentally analyzing her opponent. "What's with heels and felines? And why do they always have to be either really old or hella ugly???" She thought to herself. She strutted towards the middle of the ring, where she locked eyes with Bengal.

After hearing what Bengal had to say, Dolly came up with a few choice words of her own. "You talk big for a douchey house cat. An easy win? We'll see how cocky you are when you end up purring between my thighs, kitty. I'm gonna humiliate you in front of this whole crowd, and maybe you'll finally learn your place, you pathetic excuse for a feline." Dolly said, before assuming her fighting stance. She looked up at Bengal and waited patiently for the bell to ring. Bengal might play dirty, but she won't. At least, not yet.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal blinked twice, momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected a wrestler with a name and outfit like Dolly's to be quite so...direct. She couldn't help but laugh at the surprising contrast between attitude and appearance. Maybe this match won't be so boring after all, she thought, her eyes widening in anticipation.

"I'll be purring between your thighs, for sure," she fired back, as the referee glanced warily back and forth between the two middleweights. "After I knock you out and leave you limp!" The noise from the crowd was reaching a fever pitch, and Bengal had to raise her voice so the other woman could hear her next remark. "You're gonna be my doll tonight, Dolly. And I always break my toys..."

The opening bell rang out, interrupting her threat, but the Tiger was ready regardless. DING-DING-DING! She launched herself forward recklessly, looking to overwhelm her opponent and get an early advantage. This might be a smother match, but there was no reason she couldn't soften up Dolly with some strikes first - and Bengal knew exactly where she'd be targeting her first blow. Those legs of hers look strong. Time to change that...

She feinted with her arm, then suddenly swung her right leg forward, aiming a savage kick at Dolly's left knee! Bengal was hoping to damage the critical joint, potentially slowing her opponent down for the rest of the match. Was the LAW rookie prepared for the Tiger's ambush attack?

[NotoriousGoddess]

DING-DING-DING!

The moment the bell rang, Bengal exploded forward, her eyes locked on Dolly’s toned legs like a predator stalking prey. She threw a sharp feint with her arm before launching a brutal kick toward Dolly’s left knee — a move designed to cripple and control.

But Dolly was ready.

With a quick sidestep and a twist of her hips, she narrowly avoided the kick, her microskirt swishing as she moved. The Tiger’s foot sliced through empty air — and in that moment of overcommitment, Dolly struck.

“Hmph. Gonna have to be faster than that, stripes.”

Planting her heel, Dolly spun around Bengal’s exposed side and snapped her arms around the heel's waist from behind in a tight rear waistlock. The crowd gasped — a rookie countering the veteran’s opening move? This was no pushover.

And then, with a sudden drop of her hips and a flex of her strong thighs, Dolly lifted Bengal up and backward into a smooth German Suplex — modified, of course. Instead of slamming her down, she rolled with the momentum, keeping her grip tight as she straddled Bengal’s back and transitioned seamlessly into a sitting reverse facesit, grinding down with her full weight across the Tiger's face!

“Not so scary now, huh?” Dolly cooed, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile. “Let’s see how long you last down there…”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As if missing her first strike wasn't embarrassing enough, Bengal's mistake was quickly exploited, as Dolly spun around her and lifted the Tiger into a German Suplex! Bengal's dark hair whipped around her face as her body was whipped through the air. She came down hard on her neck as her opponent continued rolling her back, grinding her vertebrae against the canvas. She gasped in pain and shock - only to find her air supply cut off completely as Dolly dropped down, squashing the Indian woman's face beneath her ample rear!

"MRMM MMMFF!" she screamed in protest, but her words were muffled by the silky smooth skin pressing around her nose and mouth. She beat her fists against her opponent's hips, but that didn't accomplish much besides jiggling Dolly's behind and flapping her microskirt around. The fans cheered and hooted, as impressed by the rookie's "assets" as they were by her effortless counter.

Bengal tried to lift the smothering weight off her face, but each time she got even an inch of leverage, her opponent ground her back down again. Despite her recent weight training, the Tiger's arms simply weren't strong enough to overcome Dolly's powerful legs, especially when assisted by gravity. That realization made her flush with humiliation - or maybe that was the heat from the firm muscles working against her cheeks.

Either way, she reflected, her opponent was right about one thing: she couldn't last long in this position. Her head was growing light, and her chest was heaving. She was wasting her oxygen with useless movement, and she needed a new strategy. Then, in a flash of desperate insight, she got one. Bracing her arms against the mat, she kicked with her trapped legs as she pushed with her elbows, rolling backward to put herself on top of Dolly with a single, fluid motion. "How's that for fast?" she hissed, cinching her arms around her opponent's waist. Planting her legs firmly underneath her, she rose up, lifting Dolly upside down with her legs splayed around the the Tiger's head.

"Thanks for the surprise facial," Bengal quipped, though her teeth were clenched from the effort of supporting her opponent's weight. "Let me return the favor!" With that, she slammed Dolly down headfirst with a piledriver, shaking the ring with a meteoric impact. But instead of dropping the other woman, she kept Dolly locked in a vertical position, arms still locked around her curvy hips, legs strapped around her inverted head. Then she drove her own rear down onto Dolly's face, in much the same way as the pink-haired woman had done to her. Boos rained down from the stands, but as far as Bengal was concerned, turnabout was fair play.

[NotoriousGoddess]

Dolly's eyes blurred. One moment, she was sitting pretty, asserting dominance with a cheeky smother, the crowd stamping her name in awe. The next, the mat disappeared from underneath her, and the world went round about.

SLAM!

Her skull thudded against the canvas like a gong, and white-hot stars exploded behind her eyes. The piledriver had been abrupt, nasty, and vicious — a textbook heel move if there ever was one. The crowd instantly turned on Bengal, showering her with boos while she sat tauntingly across Dolly's face, twisting the humiliation of the maneuver into a sneering mockery of Dolly's own.

"Mmmph!" Dolly's body convulsed under her assailant, arms flailing, legs thrashing. She then realized that she was fighting a heel out of all things, and so she utlized a heelish tactic, only fair considering she was a tweener. She began to kiss and lick Bengal's crotch, in an attempt to weaken her. She then realized something else.

The Ragdoll Royalty wasn't made of porcelain.

She bit her teeth all the way around Bengal's curves and pushed — not upwards, but sideways, shifting her hips to unseat the Tiger. Bengal staggered, and while that brief second of relaxed grasp lasted, Dolly doubled up her legs over Bengal's throat, calling upon her dancer-like agility and explosive middle strength.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers.

With a grunt of effort, Dolly rolled back, pulling Bengal off her perch and onto the mat with a wild, spontaneous headscissors takedown. The Tiger hit the mat hard, and Dolly didn't give her a second to recover. She darted across her, wrapping her body sideways over Bengal's chest, lowering her ample bosom tightly over the Indian woman's nose and mouth in a full-body side smother.

"This is how it's done," she breathed sultrily, purple eyes glinting as she stretched out nearly chest-to-chest. "Don't faint so fast, kitty. The crowd paid for a show, did they not?"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was savoring her dominant position atop her opponent's face, when she suddenly became aware of an unexpected sensation: Dolly's tongue, playing along the inside of her thighs. Was the pink-haired woman so desperate to escape that she'd resorted to this? Or did she have something else in mind? Either way, it felt amazing. The Tiger shuddered with pleasure, but still kept her hold locked in.

"You think I'm gonna let you go if you give me a tongue bath?" Bengal asked mockingly, trying to ignore the feeling between her legs. She craned her neck back to look down at her fallen opponent. "Not a chance, baby doll!" Then she tightened her grasp, drawing her legs together like a vise around the other woman's head.

She shouldn't have allowed herself to become so distracted. By the time she noticed Dolly's own legs snaking around her neck, it was already too late, as her opponent tossed her to the mat with a headscissors takedown. Bengal turned a cartwheel in the air and bounced off the canvas, racking her spine, before coming to a rest on her side. The crowd burst into applause once more, amazed by the rookie's clutch comeback.

The Indian woman's nostrils flared with rage. It looked as if she was about to call Dolly something that would have to be edited out for LAW's television broadcast. Fortunately, at that exact moment, her opponent smushed her impressive bust against the Tiger's face, saving the LAW censors a lot of hard work. Gagged and silenced, the only way Bengal could make noise now was by sputtering air into Dolly's cleavage. That was no good, though; she needed to save that air for herself. Contrary to her opponent's words, Bengal had no intention of "fainting fast". She was going to show this arrogant upstart why you shouldn't catch a tiger by the tail - or anywhere else, for that matter.

Summoning all her strength, she wrapped her arms around Dolly's midsection, trying to crush her opponent's ribs with a Bear Hug. At the same time, she drove her free leg up again and again, jackhammering her knee into the other woman's crotch. Would the Ragdoll Royalty be able to weather the storm and hang on, or would Bengal's two-pronged attack force her to let go?

[NotoriousGoddess]

Dolly giggled softly as she settled herself atop Bengal’s face, her thick pink hair swaying with each subtle shift of her hips. The crowd was eating it up, but all Dolly cared about was the warm, muffled sensation against her chest and the slight struggle she felt beneath her.

“Ooh, you’re squirmy,” she cooed, brushing a bit of sweat-damp hair from her brow. “You comfy down there, tiger? You don’t sound comfy.”

She playfully adjusted her position, not too aggressively—just enough to tease and maintain control, sinking into the smother like she was relaxing into a soft beanbag. Her arms lightly rested across Bengal’s shoulders, not squeezing, not striking—just gently keeping her balance.

Then she felt it—Bengal’s arms wrapping tightly around her waist, squeezing like a vice. Dolly gasped softly, eyes widening with surprise. “Whoa! Okay, okay, someone’s still got claws!”

And—oof!—a sharp jolt to her inner thigh. A knee. Then another. Her breath hitched, the sudden discomfort flashing across her features. But still, she didn’t panic. She simply looked down with a grin and a shake of her head.

“Oh my gosh, Bengal, are you kicking me?” she teased breathlessly. “Rude!”

Instead of pulling away, Dolly doubled down—but in her own playful way. She gently hugged Bengal’s head, not crushing, just holding it close, as though cuddling a flustered kitten that didn’t want to nap.

“Shhh, easy now,” she murmured sweetly, even as her body tensed from the continued pressure of the bearhug. “You're working so hard down there. I'm almost tempted to let you out... almost.”

But her voice remained soft, flirtatious, not mocking. She wasn’t trying to humiliate—just to enjoy the moment and test Bengal’s resolve.

Dolly knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on forever, not with the powerful Tiger roaring back beneath her. But while she could, she wanted to make Bengal earn her freedom.