Off the Rip: Bengal VS. Ripley

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Wow, seriously?" Bengal sneered, as Ripley crumpled to the ground. She bent down to pick up another chair, replacing the one she'd just thrown. "I can't believe that worked. How dumb are you?"

Not waiting for her opponent to answer, she maneuvered Ripley into a Paradise Lock position, folding her wrists between her knees so the other woman's butt pointed into the air. Stomping on Ripley's spine to hold her in place, she began spanking her behind with the folded steel chair! The clang of metal echoed through the rafters, as Bengal brought her improvised weapon down again and again.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was too dazed by the chair to the face to stop Bengal from locking her in the hold. Once in the Paradise Lock, Ripley was truly trapped.

Then Bengal started to swing the chair. Ripley yelped in pain with each spank with the chair. The metal chair clanging with each spank. She struggled in the hold, but could not get any leverage to escape. "Please stop," Ripley begged as her ass was turned red from all the spanks. Ripley wasn't sure how much of this punishment she could take and her head was still hazy from the chair shot earlier.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Please stop, pleeease stooop," Bengal mimicked, cruelly mocking her opponent's distress. The Tiger delivered a few more spanks, then paused, leaning forward to put more pressure on Ripley's back as she hissed into the other woman's ear. "If you really want me to stop, all you have to do is say I QUIT! Weren't you listening, you stupid diva?"

With that, Bengal raised the chair once again, but this time she had a different plan for the weapon. She unfolded the chair slightly, shoving Ripley's green-haired head through the gap between seat and back. Then she clenched it tight once again, threatening to crush her opponent's throat against the unforgiving steel surfaces. "Maybe this'll teach you...to pay attention!" the Tiger seethed. She grunted with effort as she wrenched the chair legs together, as if she was breaking a lock with a pair of bolt cutters. "Get your head...out of the clouds!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

"I'll never Quit!!! Ripley said in defiance. "At least I'm not a stupid kitty cat! Ripley shot back trying to mock her opponent. Thankfully the spanking stopped, but her opponent had something worse in mind. Bengal put her head through the chair, so the metal was on her throat. She then used all her strength to shut the chair on her throat.

Ripley tried to scream in pain, but there windpipe was crushed by the chair. She tapped the ground, showing signs of submission. The ref rushed over and put the mic in Ripley's face asking if she was Quitting. "No, I will never give in to this sadistic cat!!". Ripley hoarsely managed to get out as she shoved the mic away, but even she wasn't sure she could take much more of this as tears filled her eyes.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal seemed to take her opponent's defiance as a challenge. So, Ripley thought she was sadistic? It was time to show her exactly what that word meant. "Awww, honey, never say never!" she crooned, her words dripping with fake sweetness. "This is LAW, you know! Anything can happen here! All your dreams can come true!" Her voice returned to its normal tone, as a hungry smile crept across her face. "Although in your case, those dreams are gonna be more like nightmares..."

As she spoke, the Tiger had shifted her position. She was now sitting on top of the chair legs, using her full weight to increase the crushing pressure on Ripley's windpipe. With both hands now free, she reached one toward her opponent's neck, seizing the thin black band around her throat. Her other hand snaked under the elastic of Ripley's shorts and yanked upward, applying a humiliating wedgie. Her grip secured, she started pulling both pieces of fabric toward each other, arching the rookie's spine into a C-shape. If she was able to get them close enough, she'd be able to tie them together, trussing her opponent up like a Thanksgiving turkey. That's when the real fun would begin...

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley's taunting only seemed to invigorate Bengal. Her opponent decided to prove Ripley right and become truly sadistic. She started by sitting on the chair, crushing Ripley's throat. The extra weight, crushed her windpipe and cut off her air supply such that Ripley couldn't verbally submit now even if she wanted to. Bengal wasn't done there though, next she grabbed the black choker on Ripley neck pulled back on it. Then she took Ripley's bottoms and grabbed a hold, hiking them up towards herself. Ripley felt ast the fabric dug deep between her cheeks and soon her pussy lips, almost splitting her in half with a very deep and painful wedgie. Bengals move also forced Ripley to bend backwards in a C Shape. Her spine was on fire from the move. She finished it all off by tying Ripley's choker to her bottoms, trapping her in this extremely painful and humiliating position. To add to the humiliation the hold also showed off her bare tits from the earlier claw attacks that shredded her top.

Ripley wanted to scream in pain, but was choked off by the chair. Tears filled her eyes as she started to pound hard on the ground. The ref tried to ask her if she gave up, but Ripley couldn't say anything and had to keep enduring this hold. Her only hope was that Bengal would move to something else or that the ref would take pity on her.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

With Ripley tied up and helpless, Bengal took a moment to relax. She got up from her seated stance, then waved mockingly at the surrounding crowd, while her opponent cried and pounded the floor in frustration. "Hey there!" Bengal addressed the fans. "Anyone want an autograph, before I get back to ruining this jobber's life?"

The only answer she received was a wall of silent, stony glares. Nobody was interested in her offer, it seemed. "Whatever, stupid LAW-l Cows!" the Tiger spat dismissively. "You lot wouldn't know talent...if it kicked you in the face!" As if to emphasize her words, she ground her heel into Ripley's jaw as she spoke, squashing the rookie's cheek against the concrete. Then she released her hold and backed away - only to sprint forward again, aiming a punt kick at her opponent's head!

Punt Kick

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was trapped under Bengal in a very painful hold unable to scream as a steel chair crushed her throat. Bengal thankfully stood up, relieving some of that pressure on her neck. Unfortunately her back was still being bent backwards. Her opponent started arguing with the crowd, well more like one sided trying to mock her with the crowd, but they just avoided her. Ripley couldn't really hold that against the crowd given her current predicament. The crowd ignoring her seemed to piss her off, because she ground Ripley's face into the cold concrete with her boot in retaliation. Ripley could only whimper. The ref shoved the mic in her face again. Ripley could barely hoarsely get out, "no."

For whatever reason Bengal then released Ripley from the hold. The chair was thrown to the side. She untied the knot between her choker collar and her trunks, relieving the pain of the wedgie. Ripley got to her knees as Bengal backed away from her. She knelt there coughing and trying to massage her throat so that she could breathe regularly and recover a bit. Before she could even hope to begin breathing regularly, Bengal came running up and punt kicked her hard in the jaw. Ripley fell to the concrete like a sack of potatoes. She laid there, pretty much unconscious, drooling, her body twitching every few seconds.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley was able to free herself from her bindings, but all that did was put her head right in the path of Bengal's punt kick. With a sickening crack, the green-haired woman barrel-rolled from the force of the impact, then collapsed to the floor. She didn't even lift a hand to touch the bruise already spreading across her jaw. A pool of saliva leaked from the rookie's slack-jawed mouth, reflecting the glare of the overhead lights.

Squatting down, Bengal took a moment to admire her own outline in the wavering, mirror-like surface. Then she seized her opponent's head, using Ripley's face as a mop to scrub the spittle away. "What a mess!" the Tiger tutted, squashing the young woman's flushed cheek against the cold concrete. "Quit drooling all over MY arena, newbie! Don't you have any self control?"

Ripley made no reply. In hindsight, Bengal thought, her punt kick might have done its job a little too well. The stipulation required a verbal submission, and her opponent couldn't provide that if she was out cold. She had no choice but to wait for the rookie to wake up. The Tiger rolled Ripley onto her back, then bent low over her fallen foe, until her eyelashes brushed the other woman's forehead. Shivering with anticipation, she darted her tongue past Ripley's lips, tasting salt from the beads of sweat that had dripped into the gap. The sensation would help rouse her opponent faster - or at least, that was how Bengal rationalized what she was doing. Really, the Tiger just enjoyed the feeling of dominating her prey. It didn't actually matter to her how quickly Ripley woke up. In fact, Bengal would prefer that she stayed unconscious a little longer...

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was out after the brutal punt kick. She laid out in stands on the cold concrete in a pool of her own saliva. Bengal was happy at first. She came over insulting Ripley. She even used her face to literally mop up Ripley's spit. Her happiness was short lived as she realized she still needed Ripley to verbally submit. Bengal had a fun way to wake her up though. She laid Ripley on her back, before bending over her. She grabbed Ripley's face and brought her lips to her own. Her tongue flicked into Ripley's mouth. Ripley slack jaw easily allowed this violation, unable to protest. Her tongue worked around inside Ripley's mouth, trying to rouse her. Ripley was out hard through, the punt kick and earlier submission holds, let alone the entire match so far had done a number on her. Ripley would need more than a simple kiss to wake her up. She was no Snow White that was for sure.