Off the Rip: Bengal VS. Ripley

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal shuddered with pleasure as she felt Ripley's lithe body squash underneath her. She could hear the breath wheezing out of the young fighter's lungs, like air leaking from a balloon. There was nothing that could match that sensation - the exquisite feeling of crushing some jobber beneath your heel.

"Enjoy that, sweetie," she crooned, dropping down to sit on the small of Ripley's back. "It'll be the last breath you ever take!" She strapped her hands around the other woman's mouth and neck, cutting off her air supply. Draping Ripley's arms across her knees, she yanked back on her opponent's head, racking her spine with a Camel Clutch!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley's spine was on fire. As tears filled her eyes, she felt Bengal sit on her and then her mouth was covered, cutting off her air supply. Her arms rested on Bengal's legs and she realized she was trapped in a Camel Clutch. As Bengal pulled back, Ripley's already hurt spine, burned with pain.

Ripley tried to scream, but was muffled by Bengal's hands. She tried to kick and swing out her hands, as her spine was in agony. As she was held in the painful hold, her already low oxygen supply was cut off, and she started to fade. Her kicks slowed as she was getting close to passing out.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal reached back with one arm, grabbing onto Ripley's thrashing leg. She pulled it back toward her as she continued cranking on her opponent's neck, bending the unfortunate woman's spine into a C-shape.

She could feel Ripley's screams vibrating against her hand, but no words escaped. "What's that? You got something to say?" She teased, craning her head forward as if to listen. "C'mon, Ripley...speak up! I can't hear you!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

As Ripley's spine was bent beyond what it could handle, she wanted to scream, but was blocked by Bengal's hand. Ripley could almost feel her feet touching her head. As Bengal teased her, tears of pain streamed down Ripley's cheeks.

The lack of oxygen was not helping. Ripley was on the edge of consciousness and the pain was not helping. In her delirious state, primal instinct took over. Her body went into it's natural defensive mode. She tried to bite one of Bengal's fingers, hoping that will make Bengal release the hold or at least move her hand. If it worked she would gulp down air and then scream in pain.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was sure that she had the match won, when suddenly Ripley's sharp teeth clamped down on her finger. The Tiger's eyes went wide with pain and shock. She had always been a bit of a glass cannon - eager to dish out pain, but not so keen on receiving it.

"NYAAAH!" she wailed, leaping clear off her opponent, as if she'd just sat on a tack. "You miserable little..." she seethed, waving her hand around wildly. The pain had left her distracted, giving Ripley an opening to strike back.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was trying to recover and massage her spine, when she rolled to her back. She noticed her opponent distracted. While on her back she sent a kick right in between Bengal's legs. Aiming right for her womanhood. Hopefully that worked so that Ripley could slowly recover and get back to her feet.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As the throbbing in her hand began to subside, Bengal reached toward Ripley again, looking to throttle her opponent. But in doing so, she left herself unguarded. WHAP! The other fighter's foot crashed between her legs, sending a jolt up her spine.

The Tiger stumbled back, groaning like a rickety bridge while she clutched at her groin. "You...you..." she gasped. The pain had left her brain in a haze, making it impossible for her to finish her thought. Who would have thought that such an innocent-looking girl would be capable of such a brutal low blow? Bengal had a bad habit of underestimating her opponents, and she'd fallen into the same trap once again.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

"I guess the little pussy cat, can't handle a little pussy kick," Ripley teased Bengal after the low blow. She knew she needed to capitalize on this if she had any hope of winning. She looked around and saw a steel chair just sitting next to the announcer table. She rushed over to grab it. she took a few practice swings, testing the weight and feel of it.

Ripley the skipped back over to Bengal, way too overconfident. "Time for the little pussy cat to take a nap," she said as she raised the chair high, planning to slam it down hard on Bengal's head.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley shouldn't have wasted so much time taking practice swings. The delay had given Bengal a chance to recover. Her groin was still throbbing with pain, but her head had cleared, and she'd regained her focus. As her green-haired opponent raised the chair above her head, the Tiger pounced forward with a defiant roar, spearing the other woman in her toned midsection.

If Bengal succeeded in tackling Ripley to the floor, she'd follow up by shredding her top with repeated claw slashes! As per usual, she had sharpened her nails before the match for exactly this purpose. Why did LAW management allow her to keep doing that, anyway? The fans hurled abuse at the Tiger for her dirty tactics, but it all fell on deaf ears. To Bengal, it was just a matter of survival of the fittest. Anything it took, to secure the win.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was caught off guard by the spear. The steel chair flew from her grasps as she was tackled to the ground. Ripley herself hit the ground hard. Her head hit the concrete with a thud and her head clouded for a second. Bengal was done with her though, she was still on top and brought her claws out for her next attack.

As Bengal tore her top to shreds, Ripley screamed, "Please stop I just bought that!". Her pleas for her new top did nothing to stop Bengal, who kept clawing at Ripley's torn top. Unfortunately for Ripley as her top tore off there was nothing between Bengal's claws and her flesh. Ripleys screams of annoyance soon became screams of pain as Bengal's claws drew blood. Ripley reacts by trying to push Bengal off.