A portrait of wrestling:To tame a tiger (Luna Daver vs Bengal)

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna had compleatly shifted the tables with her signature Bearhug, having the tigress running out of air and weezing like she was a fish out of water.
It was clear Luna was enjoying this, seeing the cocky Bengal call her a cow made her only laugh as she shoved Bengal face straight into her cleavege for an extra dose of humiliation towards the indian woman

"If im a cow, then maybe you should shut up, drink some milk and faint already you commoner"

Luna said in a cocky and mocking tone, seeing Bengal struggle and with that she expected that to be it and for Bengal to just faint to sleep like any normal person would but it turns out Bengal is anything but normal and just doesnt know when she has lost as Luna fealt the teeeth of bengal in her chest, her eyes widening as she let out a scream of pain before letting go of the dark embrace and pushing Bengal away.

Holding her chest in pain Luna would feel the mark that was left in her right tit and would look at Bengal with a murderous intent once again
"You bitch"
Luna would snap at Bengal, anger dripping from her voice as she charge at the tiger and look to spear her right onto the corner

(if succesfull)
Luna would push Bengal onto the corner with her spear before grabbing onto both of the sides of the corner and bending herself to dig her shoulder right onto Bengal`s abs, over and over again Luna would look to show no mercy to her, the servents of the mansion demanding more and cherring for their mistress to continue to punish the commoner but sadly for them Michael would approach from behind and call of a break

"Thats enough miss Luna, she in the corner get out of there now"
The butler would say with a serious tone, showcasing that he was serious on his role as the ref in the match

"Who`s side are you on Michael this thing just bite me on my tits and you are out here warning me?!!"
Luna said with anger and a comanding presence in her voice, warning the butler not to test her

"Im on the side of no one miss Luna, while im your butler normally here im the ref and i must ensure the rules you establish are follow so get off her before i call off the match"

Luna would grunt as she roll her eyes and lifted her hands up in the air and backed away slighty from Bengal as Michael approach the tiger and asked if she could continue.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's bite had forced Luna to release her lethal embrace. The Tiger dropped awkwardly to the canvas and stumbled away, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand, gasping for breath. She wasn't ready for the Daver Mistress to immediately follow up with a spear, lunging forward with her dark hair feathering out around her head! The larger woman plowed into her, flattening Bengal like a bug on a windshield, her momentum carrying them both into the corner.

Luna continued slamming her broad shoulder into Bengal's chest, driving the air out of the Tiger's lungs. The Indian woman clawed at her foe's back in between thrusts, but the heavyweight fighter didn't seem to notice. The only thing that stopped her onslaught was a cautionary word from Michael, enforcing the rules as he called for a break. Even after everything Bengal had said to him, the elderly servant was still dedicated to having a fair match.

The Tiger found that absolutely infuriating. "Get off me!" she snarled, elbowing Michael away as the white-haired man approached to check on her. "You think I need your help, you dried-up old raisin?" She rose to her feet, hurling insults at Luna and Michael alike - but really, her words were just a distraction. Behind her back, hidden from her opponent's view, the Tiger was removing the padding on the turnbuckle. Her slim fingers worked expertly, undoing the straps within a few short seconds.

Bengal crooked her fingers at Luna, daring her opponent to attack again. "C'mon, you bat-faced creep! Give me your best shot," she taunted, jerking her head toward Michael. "Or do you always let grandpa there tell you what to do? He's got you on a tight leash, that's for sure..." She smirked, waiting to see how the Mistress would react. Bengal was hoping to goad her enemy into another spear. If Luna fell for the bait, the Tiger planned to dodge out of the way, sending the Daver heir rocketing headfirst into the now-bare metal of the turnbuckle behind her. She'd follow that up with a Bronco Buster, bracing herself on the ropes while she repeatedly slammed her rear down onto her opponent!

Bronco Buster

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Michael felt himself be pushed off by the tiger, feeling her anger the man still felt he had a duty to uphold as a ref representing the Daver Family even if it meant her mistress would be angry at him the Name of the Daver family was more important then the mistress fury.

Michael would turn his head to luna and nod signaling that the fight was still on and Luna would quickly crack her knuckles getting ready to trow a hard punch at Bengal but would stop as the Tiger began to taunt the Daver mistress, calling her bassically a dog on a tight leash Luna would clutch her fist in anger compleatly looking like she was about to spear Bengal again. While Luna was always good in trowing around Insults she was never as good as taking them she had a somewhat fragile ego if it wasnt obvious but the match so far. Luna would let out a scream of anger as she look to spear Bengal once again, compleatly falling for her trap as Bengal quickly dodged out of the way and the Mistress eyes would widen in shock as she saw the umprotected corner, Landind her head dead center onto it a loud THUMP sound echoed trought the gym as luna weakly felt onto the floor, turning around as she lay weakly on the bottom ropes.

Michael would worrely look at the down mistrees and then turn to see the coushing that was in the pole down on the outside floor and looking at Bengal smile at the whole thing, it didnt take long for the Butler to figure out what the Tiger had done, looking angrily at the floor Michael would try to see if her mistress could continue but was stop as Begnal grab onto the ropes and began to perform a bronco buster onto Luna. The servents of the manner, covering their mouth in shock as Bengal slammed her rear into Luna, everyone looking with worry eyes at every slam with Bengal looking to humiliate the Mistress.

But Bengal`s Cocky move would prove to be her own downfall as Luna was begginng to recover her senses after the hit and would feel even more anger towards Bengal, she would feel the humiliation that her opponent was trying to rub onto her and look to put this woman away, Quickly sprutting back to life luna would hook her arms Around Bengals thighs and hold onto her as her she lifted herself and Bengal up, Bengals legs resting upon Luna`s shoulder the Vampiric butterfly would smirk and run to the center of the ring before looking to slam Bengal straight to the mat with a running powerbomb.

(if succesfull)
Luna would wipe the sweet that was coming off her forehead, looking at Bengal in anger she would look to humiliate the Tiger as well for daring to bronco bust her, grabbing onto Both of Bengal`s leg she would lift them up and placed her body weight onto them so that they would rest a top of Bengal looking to pin Bengal with one of her favorites pin The sexy pin

Spoiler

Luna would even go as far and raise her hand and slap Bengals left butt cheek, looking to humiliate and get back at the tiger woman.

"Now be a good kitty and stay down, i promise you a good threat after im done with the post match beating"

Luna said in a condesending tone as she lick her lips in anticpation clearly beliving that the tiger was as good as done with that nasty hit as Michael drop down onto the floor and began to count

"ONE"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal thought that her Bronco Buster would keep Luna trapped in the corner, but the Tiger had underestimated her opponent's strength. As she prepared for another bounce, the Mistress surged to her feet like a mighty wave. Bengal gaped with shock while she was hoisted into the air. She pawed madly at the sides of Luna's head, but it didn't slow the Daver heir down one bit, as the larger woman sprinted toward the center of the ring. The vampiric fighter flexed her arms, extending her elbows to boost Bengal even higher. Then she toppled forward, slamming the Tiger to the canvas with a running powerbomb!

"GYAAH!" Bengal let out a short, strangled cry that quickly died in her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as her limbs splayed out at odd angles. The custom-made ring shook from the impact; for a moment, it seemed like the entire thing would collapse. But Luna had made sure to buy the highest-quality materials during construction, probably to prepare for this exact situation. The structure held, leaving the Tiger spread-eagle on her back, far from the ropes - the perfect position for a pin. Dimly, through a haze of pain, she could feel her opponent folding her legs over her head, straining her spine. Even worse was the stinging slap that followed a second later, making her rear end jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O in an earthquake. Michael began the count, dropping to the mat with surprising agility for such an old man. To the butler's credit, he didn't rush into a fast count, keeping an even pace as his hand drummed down next to Bengal's head. "ONE! TWO-"

With a desperate roar, Bengal uncoiled her spine, kicked out her legs, and thrust her shoulder up from the mat. She'd broken the pin just in time, although the early two-count had left her rattled. One thing was certain: she couldn't give Luna the opportunity to land any more powerbombs. The best way to prevent that was to stop her opponent from ever getting back to her feet. She'd take the fight to the canvas instead, testing the Daver heir's grappling game. Trying to ignore the throbbing in her head, the Tiger racked out the larger woman's arm. Then she clamped her legs around Luna's neck, attempting to lock in a triangle choke!

Triangle Choke

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Luna had a look of confidense during the whole pin process, looking at Michael as he slap his hand at the mat, One...Two... but just when the buttefly thought she had this on the bag, Bengal would let out a scream of power and kickout at the last second and robbing Luna of her victory, the mistress would look in Anger and would turn over to Michael and began to scream at him in a ruf manner

"MICHAEL WHY DIDNT YOU COUNT FASTER WHY AM I PAYING YOU FOR"

The butler looked in anger at her mistress, a firm tone in his voice as he reply to her and lifted two fingers signaling that it was a two count

"Miss Daver im sorry to inform you that you only manage to serve a two count, i will fufill my duty as ref and count in the apropiate ritmically manner to make this as Fair as possible and besides its your father that pays me to look after you so please focus on the match"

Luna was pissed at this, she was souppose to Destroy this jobber of a woman but she was proving to be more annoying then Anything Luna had faced till now, she was souppose to be the goddest of this mansion and her servent was talking about fairness well luna spat on fairness she didn`t care about that she only cared about Her being on top.

Sadly for the mistress her little ramble of thought would get cut short as not long After She would feel Bengal grabbing onto her arm and pulling it as she lock her legs around her neck for a triangle choke, Luna was cut off guard by the sudden submission and it would take her a second before she started to feel the effect, feeling the strain in her neck and like her arm was about to pop off from her socket, Luna and Bengal would be at the center of the ring due to Luna`s previous powerbomb so no matter how much the Daver mistress atempted to reach with her arm it was useless as she was to far to actually reach for a break. Luna would start to feel her eyes roll slighty to the back of her head as she was slowly falling asleep in the hold but before Luna got Knockout an unexpected event happen.

One of Luna`s servents would stand up from there sit and enter the ring holding a silver plate on their hand they would rush over at the scene and look to slam it directly onto Bengal`s legs for her to let go of Luna
(if succesfull)
The servent would look at luna and drop the plate onto the floor and they would kneel before luna and in a worry voice would say

"Miss devor are you ok, i couldnt let this woman humiliate you any further please tell me you are ok"

Luna would slowly open her eyes and gently touch her neck as she realise she was out of the hold and that she hadnt lost, she would look at the servent that saved her, thinking how close that was but before Luna could say anything to the servent, Michael would approach angrily and grab the servent by the wrist, an angry frown on his face as he bassically started barating the servent and beggining to guide them out of the ring and back to their sit. Luna would see that Michael forgot to take the silver plate with him and looking at Bengal who by this point was still feeling the effects of the hit, the mistress would smirk and grab onto the plate and Bengal by the hair, dropping the plate onto the floor, Luna would place benga`s head underneat her armpit and making sure the Tiger could see her reflection on the silver plate would smirk and say to Bengal

"Mirror Mirror on the floor, who is the ugliest Jobber of them all"

Before Bengal could even process the words of Luna she would look to hit Bengal with a DDT onto the silver plate, the sound of silver colliding with the Tiger`s face would make Luna smile.

"the answer is you Bengal"

The mistress said with malice and arrogance in her voice as she picked up the plate once again and use it to admire her reflection for a few seconds as Michael came back to the scene, looking at the down Bengal and asking luna "What did you do miss Daver?" A slight angry tone being caught by Luna who simply kissed the silver plate in the center of her own reflection to leave a kiss mark onto it, walking pass Michael and looking at the servent who helped her and trowing the plate onto them.

The servent catching it and staring at the kiss mark by her mistress, they gently blush and look at Luna who smirked and wink her eye at them.
as she turned around and walk over to Bengal as it was time for the Little kitty to get put in her place.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Quel est le problème, petit vampire?" Bengal purred, mocking her opponent with more of her barely passable French. The larger woman was slumping forward in her grip, dark eyes rolling back white as she slowly succumbed to the guillotine choke. "I thought that the undead didn't need to breathe - AAGGH!"

The Tiger's taunt was interrupted by something hard and cold clanging across her knee, sending a searing pain through her entire leg. She released the choke and rolled away, clutching the damaged joint with both hands. Dimly, behind her, she could hear one of the Daver servants talking rapturously to her beloved Mistress. Bengal had accused Luna of paying the mansion staff to clap earlier, but money alone didn't explain this level of devotion. It was almost as if the Daver heir had hypnotized her underlings with her own dark beauty.

Bengal tried to rise, to face her opponent once more, but her ravaged knee kept giving out beneath her. On her third attempt, she made it into a low crouch. The Tiger scrambled toward her foe, going for a single-leg takedown, but she never got the chance. Luna caught her easily by the hair and pulled her close, trapping Bengal's head beneath her arm. The musky smell of her sweat, together with her expensive French perfume, mixed together in a potent draught that made the Tiger's head whirl. Bent double, forced to stare down at the canvas, the Indian woman noticed a large, ornate silver platter, placed directly beneath her. She realized that this was what the servant must have used to attack her knee.

She also realized what Luna was about to do, but too late to stop her. The Tiger saw her own eyes grow wide with panic, watching her reflection in the perfectly polished metal. Then her face suddenly loomed large in front of her, filling her vision, as the Mistress pulled her down into a DDT! Bengal's forehead caromed off the platter, leaving a sizeable dent in what was probably a priceless antique - and tarnishing the clean silver with a spray of crimson droplets. Her body flattened out, like an egg cracked into a hot pan, then lay stock-still. It seemed as if the Tiger had literally been served to her opponent on a silver platter. Luna stalked forward, the adoring eyes of her servants following her every step.

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna looked down at Bengal both literaly and figuratibly, the Daver mistress really thought herself above The tiger despite almost passing out in her hold that just irritated Luna more then anything but seeing Bengal down on the floor small cut on her forehead from the impact into the silver plater, it made Luna lick her lips, the Butterfly couldnt help but blush at the sight of such body and thought that she could use a little snack before she looks to end things for poor Bengal.

Grabbing onto the hair of Bengal, Luna pull the woman up to her feet and keep a firm hold of her, seeing the small cut on her forehead which was leaking a little bit of Bengal`s blood onto the floor, the mistress would smile and grab onto the face of Bengal with both of her hand`s,Keeping the tiger in place as she stuck out her tongue and would gently lick her opponents wound taking her time to really taste the moment, Michael was left in desbilieb, he knew of his mistress sadistic and strange kinks but he always thought her liking for blood was a little too much, none the less the butler would let the scene happen much to the happines of the servents outside who cheer in excitment and some in pleasure, seeing the dominant side of their beloved Luna. Once Luna was satified she would look bengal in the eyes, a big smile on her face as she said in a plesure filled voice

"You taste just like i thought you would, like a Bottle of expensive wine that was left in a dumpster to rot"

Clearly the Mistress wasn`t a compliment person as even when she sounded like she was praising Bengal the thing came off more like a backhanded complement, Luna would smile at Bengal before kissing the side of her cheek, leaving a small print of her expensive lipstick onto the Tiger sort of as a kiss of Death for what was about to come would surely turn this match around

"Au revoir Bengale"
(Goodbye Bengal)
the mistress said in her native tongue of french, clearly wanting to make the moment special for Bengal as this would probably be her last moments before she is humiliated by Luna. Grabbing onto Bengal`s wrist Luna would look to irish whip her to the ropes and have the tiger bounce off them and back to Luna, but the fun part of this was that Luna would extend her massive arm to the side and Hit Bengal with her signature Lariat...WING OF THE BUTTERFLY QUEEN

(If succesful)

Luna would look at the down Bengal, clearly feeling inmense joy in the moment Luna would heard as her servents call for a pin but Luna was having so much fun right now, she didnt things to end now. Squating down in front of Bengal, the mistress would cast a big shadow over the tiger as the only thing that Bengal would see was the bloodlusted red eyes of luna and her wicked smile as she began to speak down to the tiger

"Ah my looks like i overdid it with that hit, you are still able to fight right? i wouldn`t want to break you till im bored"

The mistress smile as her hand reach down and gently touched Bengal`s abs, Luna running her fingers down the body of the tigress as she continue to speak to her in a dominant tone

"Im going to be honest with you Bengal, i think you are beutyfull your body looks like one sculptured by god himself but i can`t help but feel your attitude doesnt go along with such divine body"

Luna finally reach the shorts of Bengal, gently touching the fabric with her finger and teasing the tiger

"You came into my house, and dared to touch my perfect pussy in front of all my servents and that is something i just can`t let slip by so ill tell you what, ill destroy your pussy till you beg and cry for mercy but once im done (Luna gently blushed) ill kiss it better"

Standing up the mistress would raise her leg and step down upon Bengal crotch, pushing down and even moving her boot from side to side, the Butterfly would place her hands behind her head and pose for the audience as she let out a malicious laugh

"OHOHOHO Behold my servents, the real power of your queen"
Luna said with Arrogance in her voice, clearly one to play for the crowd and not go for the pin she rather dominate and Humiliate Bengal before she thought about ending this match.

Michael seeing this would try to step in but Luna would stare daggers onto him making the old man stop in his tracks

"Michael....Ask her if she quits"
Luna said in a cold tone, not carring for the fairness or the evil she was doing all she cared about was the win and so Michael hessitent would Kneel next To Bengal and ask her if she gave up.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The blood flowing from the cut on Bengal's forehead seemed to send Luna into a frenzy. She leaned down and began to give her victim's face a tongue bath, which was usually something the Tiger enjoyed doing to her own opponents. It wasn't nearly as fun to be on the receiving end. Even Michael seemed to be stunned by his Mistress' animalistic behavior, standing stock-still with his mouth agape.

Bengal couldn't do much else herself, as the Daver heir pulled the Tiger to her feet and whipped her toward the ropes. Rebounding toward the larger woman, she could see Luna's arm raising into position, a portent of her own demise. Like the fortune-teller in some classic tragedy, Bengal could foresee disaster coming, but was helpless to avoid it. The lariat smashed across her throat, sending her pinwheeling into the air, blown away by the Wing of the Butterfly Queen!

If Bengal had known the name of her opponent's technique, she would have said that it was poorly chosen. Butterflies were symbols of grace and elegance, but the lariat that had just struck the Tiger possessed none of those qualities - only raw, brute force. At the moment, however, she wasn't exactly in a fit condition to give notes. It was all she could do to keep breathing, as her vampiric conqueror towered overhead. Dimly, Bengal could make out a few words of what she was saying: "My house...perfect pussy...destroy your..." the rest was drowned out by her own pulse, pounding in her ears.

Luna's intentions soon became clear, in a way that no words could express. The Mistress' booted foot stomped down between Bengal's legs, putting her full weight atop the Tiger's tortured womanhood! She would have screamed, if her windpipe had still been able to produce sound. But the lariat had left her silenced, unable to express her agony. She could only wheeze and whine, as the heavyweight dug her heel deeper. Michael leaned down, a look of genuine concern evident on his pruned face. Again, Bengal couldn't actually hear him, just see his lips moving - but it was obvious from context what he was asking her.

"I...I..." the fallen fighter muttered. The servant leaned in close, anticipating her surrender. "I think...you've got something...on your shoe!" Finding her voice yet again, she summoned the last of her energy and crunched upward. With one hand, she pushed Michael roughly away, threatening the elderly butler with a serious fall - but that was just a distraction. If it worked, if Luna looked away even for a moment, Bengal would have an opening to take the vamp down to the canvas, wrenching her ankle with a leg screw. From there, she would attempt to flip her opponent onto her stomach, then drop onto the larger woman's back, trapping her in a Boston Crab! Even if the hold didn't secure a submission, it might help the Tiger regain some much-needed momentum.

Boston Crab

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Luna looked to show no mercy to Bengal, stomping on her womanhood with a sick smile on her face while posing in a sexual manner for her servents, it bumped down the mistress that she couldnt hear Bengal screams of pain and begging for mercy as it looked like her lariat had done a number on her voice only hearing wheeze and the slight whine and that annoy the mistress, she wanted to hear Bengal scream but no matter her humiliation would soon begin once she gave up.

Michael leaning down to the down fighter as she began to mutter some words, the butler being ready to call this match but was left confused when bengal pointed out he had something on his shoe, the butler then seeing Bengal hand pushing him away and making the butler wobely walk around a few steps before he eventually found his footing again. Luna looked in confusion at what had happen and figure it must be Bengal being a brat and refusing to tap out to her true Queen but Luna`s mistake would be leaving her eyes off Bengal even if it was for a few seconds, the tiger twisting her angle into a leg screw making Luna quickly turn to see Bengal but it was already too late. Bengal would drop the mistress to the floor and before she had time to figure out what just happen she would be flip on her stomack and Bengal would sit on her back and grab onto her legs and pull them back in a painfull looking Boston crab, Luna let out a pain filled scream that echoed trought the gym, the servents looking in horror and started booing at the tiger while Michael approach his mistress and asked if she submit.

Luna being as Stuborn as Bengal shook her head in denial and look at the audience in front of her all looking at her like she was some poor animal and that brought back Luna in time to one of her firts matches, back them she wasnt the all mighty monarch she is today she was in fact a worthless good for nothing wrestler that always was the but of the joke, one of her old legue running joke was that Luna cried like a baby when trap in a boston crab and they would dub that the buttefly killer.

Luna remember the humiliation, the pain it was all too similar to what she was experiencing now, she was being looked down upon and that pissed her off... she was the queen of this damm ring, the mansion and the whole goddamm world. She was a blessing to the wrestling word and she was gonna get the respect she deserved one way or antother, bring herself back to reality Luna noticed Bengal slight shiver of legs thinking that the tiger hadnt fully recover from her previous pussy destruction and a wicked idea popped up in Luna mind, looking behind she would reach her hand and grab onto the top part of Bengal short and would pull upwards with all her streanght, giving her opponent a nice wedgie that not only server to slighty showcase Bengal assets but it also looked to pull onto her already damage womanhood and have the sharp pain be enough for the tiger to let go.

(if succesfull)

Luna would get up to her feet, feeling the strain and pain in them but still glad she got out of the hold and would turn around to see Bengal being approach by michael who after seing the action would consider calling the match off, turning around to Luna the butler would look firmly into Luna`s crimsom red eyes before stepping out of her way, Michael getting the message that Luna wasn`t even gonna play by her own rules while this match was a no DQ and technically anything was on the table it still sicken Michael to see his mistress go so far low just for a win.

Luna seeing Bengal would go behind her and hoist the tiger up into the air, showcasing her amazing power before looking to drop the tiger onto Luna`s knee for an atomic drop, luna would keep Bengal on her knee for a while and even slighty move it up and down to taunt the tiger

"You know Bengal, i have to give you credit where credit is do you sure make a for a fun plaything you have just the right balance of having just the right amount of energy to fight back and the body to make me keep wanting to hurt you but im afraid that the crowd wants to see a grand finale to this tale and since you are my guest of honor ill let you decide your final chapter"

Luna said in a cocky and calm voice, clearly tasting the moment of Bengal humiliation and just enjoying seeing the tiger suffer but all good stories need a bamb at the end and Luna would give Bengal the privilige of choosing it

"Paradise lock or Bearhug till you pass out?"

Luna choices were simple but equally humiliating, she wasnt gonna pull any punches and whatever Bengal decided would surelly not be a pleasent experience for her.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The servants surrounding the ring booed and stomped their feet, as Bengal sank deeper into her Boston Crab. If the mansion staff actually thought that this would dissuade the Tiger, they were sorely mistaken. The Indian woman seemed to thrive off their negativity, just like she did with her crowd work during matches in larger arenas. "Awww, what's wrong? Scared that I'll ruin your meal ticket?" she purred, casting her eyes over the assembly, while Luna thrashed and pounded the canvas with her fists. "Don't worry. When I'm done with her, she'll need plenty of nursemaids. And you can all - RAAARGH!"

Bengal never got to finish her thought, as Luna suddenly craned her arm behind her, seizing the striped band at the top of the Tiger's shorts. The Mistress clenched her fingers and yanked upward, wedging the fabric deep between her foe's buttocks, aggravating the damage from her earlier stomp. Bengal released the Crab, her hands shooting instinctively to her own behind, trying to relieve the pressure before she was split in half. Dropping her guard made her an easy target for a follow-up, as the larger woman hoisted her into the air, then busted her between the legs with an Atomic Drop! The Tiger shuddered, her limbs going slack as her head lolled back. But instead of simply letting her limp body drop to the ground, Luna kept grinding her knee in deeper, adding insult to injury as she claimed Bengal's womanhood for herself. Not even a disapproving look from Michael could persuade her to stop.

The Tiger reeled, teetering on the edge of losing consciousness. She tried to focus on her opponent's face, using the details to anchor herself. Luna's lips were moving, but Bengal couldn't hear the words. Something about a "final chapter", whatever that meant. The Tiger's mouth felt like sandpaper, and her lips were numb. Yet her throat still twitched and spasmed, as if she was trying to say something. Was she answering the Mistress' question? Begging for mercy? Or perhaps surrendering entirely?

As it turned out, none of the above. As Luna leaned in close, her curiosity getting the better of her, Bengal reared her head back and spat in her opponent's face! The Tiger chuckled weakly, as her payload splattered across Ms. Daver's perfectly sculpted cheekbones. "Hehe...how's that taste, you stupid French snob?" she taunted, still perched precariously atop her opponent's knee. "Has anyone ever told you...you talk too damn much?"