Shibuya Street Fight for the Loser Belt! Renee VS. Bengal, Part 2!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's Facebuster hit its target, leaving a forehead-shaped dent on the crumpled metal as she drove Renee into the fountain. A busted pipe somewhere within the machine began spraying out water, leaving a puddle across the gym floor. It wasn't as serious as the flood out in the street, but the building managers would definitely have to hire some emergency plumbing services.

The Tiger wasn't concerned about that, however. Her attention was suddenly drawn by the referee, asking if Renee could continue the fight. Bengal pursed her lips with annoyance at the unwelcome interference. A victory via ref stoppage wouldn't be enough for her at this point. She wanted to feel Renee submit or lose consciousness, whichever came first - to crush the Renegade's life out in her hands!

"Don't you dare - " she seethed, starting toward the official. But before she could do anything, Renee swore and shoved the referee away. Obviously, she felt the same way as Bengal. It would be a battle to the bitter end, whatever that end might be.

While the official had been distracting her opponent, the Tiger had grabbed a thick elastic band off the floor. A tool like this was normally used for resistance training, but the Tiger had a different idea in mind. She spun her new weapon overhead like a flail, striking again and again, trying to batter Renee to the floor and leave her dazed. If that worked, she would follow up by rapidly tying the band between two of the large weight machines on either side of them, stretching it taut until the devices creaked from the strain. Drawing it back like a massive slingshot, she blew the Renegade a mocking kiss, then released it with an earsplitting TWANG! The elastic sprang toward Renee, threatening to lash her across the chest!

[ReneeCockyUndercard]

Renee would receive a whooping by Bengal like she was caught running away from home as a child. She would fall to the floor as she tried to stop Bengal from giving her elastic band lashes. There, she would be sore and holding her back in pain, distracted enough to not notice Bengal setting something up with the elastic band. As Renee got up, she would see that Bengal setting up a slingshot and seeing Bengal mockingly give her a kiss before letting go of the elastic band and…

“FUCK! AWWWW FUCK!”

Renee would crumble as the elastic band slapped right into her chest. She actually spazzed out and would be momentarily paralyzed from the slingshot. Her scream was a genuine pain scream it was so loud. This literally had the referee stop the fight again to see if Renee can continue fighting after Newton’s Law of Motion made her collapse.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"OoOoo, direct hit!" Bengal crowed, as Renee screamed and collapsed to the floor, a vicious red welt streaked across her chest. The once-proud Renegade lay face-down in one of the puddles from the leaky water fountain, twitching like a dying fish, while her rival stood over her triumphantly. The referee hovered nearby, unsure if the fight should be allowed to continue. The Tiger wasn't about to give the official time to decide, as she elbowed her way past them, pulling Renee up by the hair to dangle limply in her grasp.

"I just gave you one strap," Bengal informed her opponent, grinning mischievously. "Time to find the other!" She began dragging Renee behind her by the hair, over the glass shards and other debris littering the floor, ignoring the protests from the referee. The Tiger continued through the ruined front of the gym and back out onto the street, where another crowd had gathered to gawp at the damages the fight had caused. Some of the bystanders were talking with the staff at the sushi restaurant across the way, who glanced nervously in Bengal's direction as she emerged into view. The Tiger could hear sirens in the distance, and she knew that she didn't have much time left before emergency services cordoned off the street. That would get rid of her audience, and spoil all her fun - so she had to act quickly.

"Where's that goddamn Loser Belt?" she hissed, speaking more to herself than to Renee, who seemed unable to reply at the moment anyhow. The Tiger cast her eyes around the flooded street, wondering briefly if the item had been washed down a storm drain. Finally, she spotted it wedged against the tire of a car, a few yards away from where the Renegade had dropped it after using it for her opening ambush. It was all so appropriate, so fitting. This belt started the match, Bengal thought to herself, eyes narrowed with determination. Now it's gonna end it!

She dropped Renee onto the pavement and limped over to pick up the Loser Belt, moving as quickly as she could manage in her exhausted state. Some of the onlookers shouted at Bengal to leave her opponent alone; others urged her to finish the Renegade off while she had the chance. Both groups were ignored in equal measure, as the Indian woman made her way cautiously across the slippery street. Would she be able to retrieve the belt before the Renegade came to her senses? The next part of the Tiger's plan depended on the answer to that question.

[ReneeCockyUndercard]

Renee would be dragged up onto her feet by her hair before she was taken out of the gym through the glass. Her face was a bloody mess and she could vividly hear the sirens of an emergency vehicle in the background. She would then be dropped onto the pavement as Bengal went to find her Loserbelt Championship.

Renee would be a groaning mess as she couldn’t even get on all fours before she collapsed and fell back onto the pavement. There, she tried over and over again as her opponent was grabbing her Loserbelt Championship for her. The street still being wet from the broken fire hydrant didn’t help Renee at all as she kept slipping and sliding. The next part of Bengal’s plan was basically coming into fruition as Renee couldn’t fight back.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal had moved as fast as she could to pick up the Loser Belt. In hindsight, however, there had been no need to hurry. Still stunned by the beating she'd taken, and hampered by the slippery asphalt, Renee hadn't even been able to rise, much less mount a surprise comeback. The Tiger kicked her anyway, digging her toe into the Renegade's ribs to flip her opponent onto her side. Still holding onto the belt, Bengal dropped down beside her rival. She drew up close, nestling together with the other woman, as if she was seeking warmth. But really, she already had all the fire that she needed - and she was about to turn up the heat on Renee!

"You dropped something," Bengal informed her opponent, her false casual tone quickly shifting into an angry growl. "Something that belongs to you!" With that, she squashed the metal sign against Renee's cheek, pulling back on the attached straps to wrench the Renegade's head toward her. The bystanders gasped and cried out, as many of them recognized what the Tiger was doing. This body twist submission, Terror's Clasp, was one of her favorite finishing moves - but this time, Bengal was using the Loser Belt itself for extra leverage!

Terror's Clasp

Several members of the crowd looked around nervously, trying to gauge the distance of the approaching sirens. But none of them moved to help the Renegade, as Bengal cinched her hold tighter. After all, both fighters had caused their fair share of damage that night. Much like a fight between two giant kaiju in the movies, it wasn't immediately clear to the onlookers which of these monsters they should even root for. While they hemmed and hawed, the Tiger leaned in close, whispering viciously into her opponent's ear: "You were born to be the Loser Champ, Renee. Never forget that!"

She ground the sign into her rival's face, as if she was trying to scrub the paint off the metal. She wanted that bold, glaring message - STOP - to be the last thing Renee saw. In fact, she thought to herself, that word was a pretty good summary of her feelings toward the Renegade in general. She wanted her former partner to STOP wrestling, STOP constantly showing off - hell, she could STOP breathing, for all Bengal cared! And if the deadly body twist stayed locked in too much longer, the Tiger might just get her wish...

[ReneeCockyUndercard]

The firefighters managed to turn off the water as the cops were doing crowd control as they watched Bengal place the Terror’s Clasp with her holding the Loserbelt championship in her hands. Renee could feel the edge of the stop sign strapped to the belt start digging into her neck and scapula as the blood was being squeezed out of her head and down her face. The referee, seeing the brutality of Bengal and Renee’s submission hold, decided to call the match there. They would rush over to the two of them and tell Bengal to let go.

When Renee was inevitably let go, the referee would call over the medics to give Renee a mandatory wellness check. The street lights were flashing and the entire block was destroyed by these two rivals going at it. Bengal was victorious and Renee was still the Loserbelt Champion. This wasn’t a fight between two rivals as the people saw. These two legitimately hated each other and went through so many lengths to murder each other in front of a live audience.

Renee would then be placed onto a stretcher as the police told everyone to move out of the way for the ambulance to roll up. She would then be lifted onto the back of the ambulance, the Loserbelt title laying on her stomach as they transported her to the local medical facility in order to stop the bleeding and also check for any CTE she sustained with Bengal bashing her head into the gym’s water fountain.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal stood in the midst of a chaotic scene, surrounded by a brigade of assorted emergency vehicles. The sound of her manic laughter echoed down the long street, mingling with the wail of the sirens. The Tiger had done it, even if her victory had cost her a great deal of blood and sweat - and demolished half the storefronts on the block. Picking stray pieces of glass from her hair, the Indian woman watched with a satisfied smile as a squad of grim-faced EMTs strapped her former partner to a stretcher. They began loading Renee into the back of their ambulance, hefting her limp, lifeless body around like so much cargo. Bengal's smile grew wider. She knew that the always-independent Renegade would hate being treated like this. It made the moment even more perfect.

The Tiger's grin suddenly vanished, however, as one of the technicians moved to toss the Loser Belt from the vehicle, perhaps wanting to free up more space for the staff. "What are you doing? Didn't you hear me earlier?" she said sternly, striding forward and snatching the strap from the man's hands. "This belt belongs to Renee! It stays with her!" The Indian woman climbed into the back of the ambulance herself, ignoring the protests from the EMTs. She shoved the Stop sign roughly under the straps of the stretcher, pinning it to the Renegade's chest like an oversized medal. Bengal took one last, longing look at her defeated rival, trying to commit every detail of her ravaged face to memory. It would help later on, when she was thinking back to this moment, over and over...

She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. As sweet as it felt, she couldn't savor her victory forever. The longer she stayed on the wrecked street, the more people would start asking who was going to pay for all these damages. Bengal wanted to be far away when that question began flying. She turned on her heel to leave, then paused. Behind her, she could see one of the EMTs moving toward Renee with a concerned expression, reaching to free the Loser Belt that was cruelly pinching her skin.

The Tiger spun back around and grabbed the medic's wrist in midair, teeth bared. "The belt. Stays. With her," she spat, each syllable sharp as the crack of a rifle. "Or the next ambulance is coming for you!" The other woman quailed and shrank away. She wouldn't be touching the belt now - not where Bengal could see her, at least. Having made her point, the triumphant Tiger leaped from the back of the ambulance and stalked away into the night, quickly vanishing into the packed crowd.

Winner by Match Stoppage: Bengal