Catfight from Hell: Hellcat (D) VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Hellcat was stunned and shredded, her top torn in a dozen different places. But somehow, impossibly, she still didn't fall. Instead, she clinched her arms around her opponent's waist, slumping against Bengal as she beat her fists weakly against her ribs. The Tiger watched as a thin ribbon of saliva trickled from the luchadora's slack-jawed mouth. It dripped onto the skin of Bengal's thigh, making her hiss with disgust. What made things even worse was the way that the crowd kept cheering for the rookie, despite her pathetic appearance. Couldn't they see that this match was already over?

If they can't, I'll have to show them myself, Bengal thought. She shook her leg to dislodge Hellcat's grip, then bent down, maneuvering the masked wrestler onto her shoulders. One of her hands gripped the rookie by the leg, while the other secured her head. Once the weight was evenly balanced, the Tiger straightened up again, hoisting the luchadora into the air. Scraps of fabric fell from Hellcat's destroyed outfit, fluttering down to the canvas like dying leaves.

"You're not...gonna lose...is that right?" Bengal panted. Lifting the heavier woman took all of her strength, but she tried not to let the strain show in her voice. "Sorry, honey...that's not up to you!" With that, she began carrying Hellcat toward the ring steps, her teeth gritted with effort. Seeing the murderous expression on the Tiger's face, the referee stepped in to intervene - only to be forced backward, sputtering, as another cup of soda (no doubt intended for Bengal) splattered into their face.

With the official temporarily blinded, Bengal was free to act. "Time to set your world on FIRE!" she bellowed. Then she thrust one arm up and dropped to the side, attempting to slam Hellcat headfirst onto the steel steps with her Burning Bright finisher!

Burning Bright (Burning Hammer)

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat was on her last legs, weakly punching to the side of Bengal as the luchadora refused to stand down and fall and that was admirble atleats for the crowd who continue to cheer for the luchadora despite the situation feeling impossible for Hellcat.

Bengal would look in discuss at Hellcat and would move her leg to get her off, Hellcat falling to the dirty floor as her chest rose high and low clearly from overexaustion, Bengal wasnt done with the luchadora however she wanted to end this and wipe the luchadoras smile off her face, bending down and lifting up Hellcat Bengal would show her power by managening to lift Hellcat despite the damage she took during this match, the pieces of Hellcat torn outfit falling down to the floor and Bengal taunted the luchadora before she looked to take both of them to the steel steps.

The ref despice their best attempt to stop Bengal from performing such dangerous manuver would be stop and temporaly blinded, leaving Bengal with the luchadora hosted up before she look to SLAM HER RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS.

The crowd letting out a big scream as Hellcat skull impacted with the hard steel and her world would freeze, in that moment she wanted to cry but she couldnt, she couldnt cry, scream or do anything but feel her eyes roll back and her close.

Hellcat would do a loud thomp noise before falling to the floor, looking like she was out cold and barely breathing.
the crowd tried to scream for Hellcat to get up but it would all fall in deef ears, There looked to be no way for Hellcat to make a comeback now as her mind wonder off to a deep sea in her mind. She lay on the dirty floor of the arena, mouth wide open and blood spilling out of her mask and leaving a big stain on it.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Hell yeah!" Bengal exclaimed, as she watched Hellcat bounce off the steel steps and crumple to the floor. "Another cheap copycat, down for the count!" She grabbed one of the candles lining the barricade, and began dripping hot wax all over her opponent's chest. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows over her face, making the Tiger's smile appear even more devious. Then she stomped her foot down between the luchadora's heaving breasts, leaving an imprint of her boot sole behind in the cooling wax, as if she was sealing an envelope.

"Something to remember me by," Bengal purred. Then she turned to the referee, who was still wiping soda from their eyes. "Ref! Her shoulders are down...do your job!"

The Tiger was being rude, but she had a point. The official dropped to their knees and began to count, slapping their palm down into the sludge of trash and melted wax that coated the floor around them. Meanwhile, Bengal flexed and posed over her fallen opponent, not even bothering to hook the leg. "One!"

Cocky Pin

[FlyingPeach3]

The crowd couldnt belive it, Hellcat was down and now her opponent was dropping hot wax on her, sadly not even this would get a reaction out of Hellcat only a meer twitch and some grunts of pains but she was too hurt to fully react she did however feel the stomp to her chest, leaving the imprint of Bengal foot on her skin. A crude reminder of how Bengal didnt respect Hellcat she wanted her broken and bloody and well... she got that.

The ref count would continue

"TWO"

the fans were holding onto deer hope, for Hellcat to shine bright and get up but atlats all flames die out eventually

"THREEE RING THE BELL"

The ref would finish the count and inform the official to ring the bell, it was over.... Hellcat had lost her debut, the ref would quickly grab onto Bengal`s arm and raise it high into the sky and while some fans of the idian tiger would wishle and clap to their queen, most of the crowd was filled with boos and anger towards the woman, it was clear that despite having lost the fight Hellcat had won the heart of the audience with her bright spirit and that made them want to continue to cheer for her.

Hellcat would finally open her eyes in a slow matter, seeing the sight of her opponent standing tall on top of her as the ref raised their arm.

It would all come crashing down to Hellcat....she had lost and even was step on an left with a mark on her chest like she was a example for other opponents. Hellcat would weakly but firmly push Bengal's boot off her and roll to the her belly, touching her mask slowly and feeling the texture of the bloody cloth, the officials would see this and inform the medical team to quickly make their way in, a few seconds later a group of man and woman, holding a streacher and a firts aid kit would come to the scene.

Sitting up the luchadora agains the aprom they would gently remove the wax af her chest before looking to bath a piece of cottom with disinfectant and place it on Hellcat chest, The luchadora feeling the burning sensation would push off the med tending to her.

"DONT TOUCH ME THE MATCH ISNT DONE SHE CHEATED TO WIN SO ITS NOT OVER TILL ONE OF US IS DOWN"

Hellcat Would scream at the medical team before looking to use the aprom of the ring to get herself up, and slowly but surely walk her way to Bengal, Depsite only being a few steps away, Hellcat would look like she just ran a marathon with how tired and painfull she would look draging herself to where Bengal stood.

Pushing herself off Hellcat would raise her fist, her legs wobely and barely able to keep her up, her blood dripping to the arena floor and her chest still red from the wax and the desigfectant.

"im (huff) not done you cheater im still up....AUGH"

Hellcat wouldnt be able to even finsh the sentece before she would fall on her knee, holding the back of her head that continue to drip blood to the floor

The luchadoras eyes would look up at Bengal, trying to get herself up but she would simply fall again.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As the victory bell rang, Bengal leaned back against the apron and closed her eyes. She took a moment to bask in the warmth of the torches, and the furious boos of their crowd. The fans were still chanting "SCAREDY-CAT!" and "CHEATER!" But none of that mattered now. The result was already in the books. The Tiger cupped her hands to her mouth, yelling so loud that even the people in the nosebleed seats could hear her: "Bengal wins, nine lives to zero! Moo all you like, LAW-l Cows!" This was her new nickname for the league's fans; she was hoping it would catch on.

Suddenly, there was a commotion nearby. Bengal turned to see Hellcat pushing away the medical staff with an angry shout. The Tiger snapped back into a fighting stance, perhaps wondering if her defeated opponent was about to start a post-match brawl. In that case, she needn't have worried. The luchadora had regained consciousness, which was impressive enough after the fall she'd taken. But she was in no shape to continue fighting - she couldn't even stand. As she tried to rush Bengal, her legs gave out underneath her, like a newborn foal taking its first steps. It was just too adorable.

"Awww, looks like baby's cranky," Bengal said in a sing-song voice, as the rookie glared up at her, eyes smoldering beneath her mask. "Time to put you in your crib!" She grabbed Hellcat by the scruff of her neck and tossed her roughly onto the stretcher, causing the medics to scatter out of the way in alarm. Then she pounced on top of her opponent, straddling her to prevent her from rising. The stretcher had a velcro band near the top, meant to stabilize someone's neck in case of serious injury. The Tiger lashed it around Hellcat's throat like a collar, locking her in place. With one hand, she pinned the luchadora's crossed arms against her chest, while her other hand stroked the side of her bloodstained mask.

"You know, I never got the whole lucha mask thing," Bengal mused, as the rookie writhed underneath her. "If someone takes it off, you have to end your whole career? That seems beyond stupid." She leaned in close, eyes glittering mischievously. "But in your case, I guess it doesn't really matter. You never had a career to begin with...and you never will!" As she spoke, she shoved two fingers under the lining of the mask, trying to tear it off Hellcat's face! The luchadora was mere moments away from having her secret identity revealed to the entire crowd!

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat feelt a big deal of shame when she couldnt even stand up to bengal, The luchadora on her knees with Bengal tauting her and talking to Hellcat like she was a baby, Hellcat gritted her teeth in anger and when she was about to give Bengal a piece of her mind, the indian woman would take her and trow her directly to the stretcher the med team came with, poucning on top of Her Bengal would use the velcro band that was meant to go on to the top of the head of the damage wrestler but instead Bengal would wrap it around Hellcat`s neck as if it were a collar.

Bengal would feel the presure on her neck and tried to move her head to the sides but it was proving more difficult, Bengal would then pin the arms of the luchadora against her chest and would begin to stroke the side of Hellcat`s mask

the luchadoras eyes widen in fear, wondering what Bengal had in mind and then she started talking about how she never understood lucha mask and how if Hellcat`s mask were to be removed then she could never show her face again in wrestling, leaning closer Bengal would look at Hellcat with a mischivous look before shoving two fingers under the lining of her mask

"no....WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP"

Hellcat would scream at bengal, the luchadora fearing this moment, she tried to move her head from side to side as to make it more difficult for bengal to take off her mask but the velcro around her neck made each move more difficult and draining

"LET GO OF MY MASK YOU DIVA WANNABE"

Hellcat would continue to scream, this time trying to get her hands free from Bengal`s grasp but it would prove as useless as trying to move around.Bengal had a firm grip on her arms and Hellcat didnt have enough power to simply push her off, this might be it for the luchadora`s carrer and it would end before it even started

Hellcat would close her eyes trying to cover herself from the shame that was about to come on her and her legacy but just as Bengal was about to lift the mask..... A SODA CUP WOULD HIT BENGAL ON THE SIDE OF THE HEAD

the cold liquid would be splatter all over the tiger`s face and a small yet brave voice would be heard from the crowd

"LET GO OF HER YOU....YOU SCAREDY CAT"
A young girl from the audience had stood up and looked to be the responsable for trowing the soda at Bengal, she looked to be shaking posible in a way regreting having trowned the soda at a woman that could possibly snap her in two but she stood her ground, looking firm and angry at bengal

"SHE IS THE REAL WINNER OF THIS MATCH SO DONT YOU LET PUT A FINGER ON HER"

The girl would continue to scream, an older man next to her pulling her down back to her sit but she was refusing and would strugle calling out for Hellcat to fight.

the Ref who by this point was with the med team would see the act from the girl, seeing how much This simple rookie who made their debut here meant to this crowd, she saw Hellcat continue to struggle and trying to push Bengal off with no success and would decide to take a stand as well.

Going up to the scene The ref would raise their arms grab onto Bengals arm that was about to lift the mask of Hellcat

"Bengal if you lift the mask off her then i would be left with no choice but to report you the the higher ups at law"

The ref said in a firm and stoic voice, hoping that bengal would buy the absolute lie they had just said, the ref didnt have enough status on the legue to report someone to the higher ups but they hoped that Bengal wouldnt`t know that and would simply let go and leave so that the med team and them could help Hellcat out of the arena, mask and all

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The soda splashing in her face, combined with the threats from the referee, caused the Tiger to pause for a moment. She squinted suspiciously at the official, wondering if she was being lied to. Bengal was a profoundly self-obsessed woman, and for all her time in LAW, she'd never actually bothered to research what the referees could do. She'd always viewed them as beneath her. Did they really have that kind of influence with management? Could they change the results of a match after the fact, and disqualify her? She furrowed her brow, thinking hard, as she licked droplets of soda from her chapped lips.

In the end, the referee's bluff held out. Bengal decided that it simply wasn't worth the risk. "This must be your lucky day, lucha-loser," she sneered. "You get a stay of execution!" She drew her fingers out from beneath Hellcat's mask, making sure to leave a long scratch along the rookie's cheek as she went. "Not for too long, though," she continued, speaking in a low hiss. "Your pathetic little friends won't always be around to save you..." she cast her eyes across the referee, the medical team, and the frontmost rows of fans, as if she was trying to memorize all their faces. "And then, that mask is MINE!"

Leaving Hellcat splayed on the stretcher, Bengal turned on her heel and strode back up the entrance ramp, dodging more thrown trash along the way. Stopping at the top, she took one last mocking bow toward the stands, then disappeared backstage.

Winner by Pinfall: Bengal