Off the Rip: Bengal VS. Ripley

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"YOU - LIKE - THAT?!?" Bengal screeched, punctuating each word with another savage swipe. "How does it feel to be my new favorite scratching post?" Before long, the young woman's top had been torn to ribbons, revealing her shapely figure to the entire crowd.

Ripley tried to shove her away, but the Tiger was able to keep her balance. Seizing a handful of her opponent's blue-green hair, she yanked her off the floor into a seated position. Then she thrust her head forward, headbutting Ripley straight in the face!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

There was a loud thwack as Bengal's head collided with Ripley's, causing hers to snap back. A little blood trickled down Ripley's forehead. Her head hung there for a bit, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, lollygagging. Ripley was seeing stars now and was at the mercy of Bengal.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

With Ripley dazed, Bengal twisted around behind her. She locked her legs around her opponent, crushing her ribs in a body scissor. At the same time, she snaked her arms around Ripley's chest, then grabbed both her breasts in a double Claw Hold!

"Oh yeah, that feels nice," Bengal purred into Ripley's ear. She squeezed her opponent's breasts, like she was trying to juice two pieces of ripe fruit. The pressure quickly became overwhelming. "This is definitely one of the perks of the job," the Tiger whispered, darting her pink tongue across Ripley's earlobe. "Don't you think so?"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was snapped back to reality from the pressure on her ribs and the very rough fondling of her tits. She let out a growl and a moan from pain mixed with a little pleasure. Her body betrayed her a little here. Her nipples were erect and there was a growing wet spot inbetween her legs.

"Of course they feel nice, they're all natural." Ripley groaned in pain as Bengal squeezed her breasts hard. "A real perk would be you just giving up now and letting me win. Maybe then I can return the favor and play with your tits." Ripley struggled in the body scissors, her ribs compressing. She knew she would never give up in a simple body scissors, but she also knew she couldn't stay in it forever. She tries to pry Bengal's legs apart, while she sends her head backwards, trying to hit Bengal in the nose.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal pinched Ripley's nipples roughly, feeling them grow hard under her touch. She could hear the moisture sliding and squeaking between the other woman's thighs, as she writhed back and forth. It was all extremely satisfying...but what was that comment about "all natural" supposed to mean? Was this little brat trying to say that her breasts looked fake?

The Tiger scowled, resolving to squeeze Ripley twice as hard for that insult. She never got the chance, though. At that moment, the young woman's head lashed backward, moving faster than a striking snake! "Ugh!" The Tiger recoiled backward from the impact, tasting blood in her mouth. Ripley had turned the tables on her yet again.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was relieved to have the hold released. She rubbed her sides, her ribs were definitely bruised. She turned back towards Bengal, she was pissed. "Nice Kitty," Ripley said hoping to calm her down, not really sure why she thought it would work. Ripley stood up and backed slowly away from the angry Bengal.

Ripley then turned and ran away, jumping the steel barricade and climbing up the stands. Her hope was Bengal would chase her. When she got to a set of railing, she was going to step on the top of it, jump off it, do a back flip, and try and crash onto the hopefully there and unsuspecting Bengal. Ripley was doing this without looking, but she was sure the angry Bengal would follow her. If not, Ripley was about to crash onto the hard concrete looking like an idiot.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley might have been hoping to calm Bengal down, but calling the Tiger "kitty" had the complete opposite effect. The Indian woman's eyes narrowed to angry slits as she chased her opponent into the stands. She stayed hot on Ripley's heels while they shouldered their way through the packed crowd.

"Yeah, that's right! You better run!" Bengal spat, her fingertips grazing Ripley's back as she swiped at her again. The Tiger thought that the other woman was fleeing in a panic. She didn't realize what Ripley was doing, until the rookie had clambered up a railing and flipped on top of her - and by then, it was too late.

"Oof!" Bengal's head caromed off the concrete floor as Ripley's reckless dive knocked her clean off her feet. Groaning, she clutched at the back of her skull, where a purple bump was already beginning to swell. She tried to push herself onto her hands and knees, but the faces of the crowd spun dizzily around her, and she collapsed yet again.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

As Ripley flew through the air she was happy to see that Bengal was indeed there. They collided, and Bengal rolled down a few steps. Ripley was less happy when her body was still flying through the air after that.

Unfortunately she had miscalculated her angle and momentum. Ripley landed hard on her back on the concrete. Her momentum kept her traveling sideways into a row of chairs. She crashed into them. There was a loud clatter as chair collapsed under her. Ripley laid sprawled amongst the chair. "Oww," she whispered out. Thankfully she was pretty sure she didn't break anything, but she wouldn't be able to move for a few seconds.

She tried rolling off the chairs and getting to her hands and knees. Then to her feet. She was unsteady on them and fell down on her ass, thankfully onto an uncollapsed chair. Ripley pants hard as she sits on the chair trying to recover.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Despite her throbbing head, Bengal eventually managed to regain her footing. She snapped her head from side to side, frantically looking for her opponent - only to find Ripley sprawled on a chair a few yards away. A smile crept back across the Tiger's face, replacing her previous, harried look. Finally, some good luck! she thought to herself, as she picked up one of the collapsed chairs.

"Quick - catch!" Bengal barked, tossing the chair overhand at the other woman. She was hoping that Ripley would be gullible enough to actually do it. If she did, Bengal would follow up by drop-kicking the chair into her face!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley almost didn't react fast enough to catch the chair. She was surprised her opponent would give her a weapon. "Thanks..." She managed to get out before Bengals dropkick slammed the chair into Ripley's face. The force of the kick and the chair knocked her backwards. She toppled over the back of the chair and crashed into the ground. The force of the chair hit making her groggy. She laid there sprawled out on top the pile of chairs and concrete, holding her head and moaning in pain.