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

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna was displaying a truly dominant show for her servents, sure she was in a submission a few seconds before but trought her wits and taking advantage of an oportunity she found herself having her opponent weakly lay on top of her knee all the while Luna laugh and asked her opponent how she wanted things to end in a sick powermove of humiliation.

Luna watched as Bengal began to weakly move her lips, the Daver mistress pulling closer while licking her lips in anticipation for those words of I give up my goddest that Luna wanted to hear but instead of that she would get a swift spat onto her face, the servents shooked at such site and Luna being left in compleate shock as well, hearing Bengal weak laugh and insult the Daver mistress was at a lost for words. Touching her cheek and feeling the disgusting and sticky saliva of Bengal in her cheeck, Luna would look with murderous intent at Bengal and withouth saying anything would push the tiger off her knee and stand up.

Luna looked around at her servents, all shock and michael trying to approach the Butterfly to try and see if she would finish the match but before the butlet could say anything Luna would extend her hand towards michael and make a request for the butler

"Michael, give me a chair"
Luna said codly and withouth any excitment in her voice just pure focus rage, Michael looked awkarly at his mistress before trying to defuse the situation, while this match allow both fighters to use weapons Michael didnt trust Luna with a stell chair right now so he tried to denied the request saying
"Miss Luna im sorry but as ref i dont think im allow to provide you with..." Before Michael could finish his sentence, Luna would turn to him and with a cold look as she repeated the request
"Chair Michael"
This time sounding more annoy it was clear Luna had a malicious idea in mind and she was gonna get what she wanted one way or antother, Michael seeing the pure evil and rage in Luna would take a big swallow and realise that no matter what he did his mistress would hurt someone so he would go to the ropes and ask one of the servents to hand over one of their chairs, once he had it Micahel would mutter to himself

"Im sorry miss Bengal"
Michael said in a low tone where bassically no one could hear as he handed the chair to luna who looked back at bengal and grabed her by the hair forcing her to stand up, Luna cleaning off the spat in her face before placing the steel chair behind Bengal back and begging to set up a dangerous manuver, Luna looking to perform a bearhug while using the steel chair to crush Bengal`s back

(if succesful)

Luna would hold no punches and squeese like her life depended on it, she looked cold and serious, she wasnt cracking any snarky remarks or laughing in her usual fancy tone... no Luna just look coldly into the eyes of Bengal and with no warning open her mouth and dug her teeth deep into the side of Bengal neck in what reminded the audience of a vampire biting the neck of its victims, this was one of luna`s signature taunts she used it when she knew she would win to add insult to injury to her opponents but this time she was not only using it to humiliate Bengal but have her suffer, she wanted her to fear her, that spat for some reason felt like one of the most humiliating things Luna ever experience, Luna was tired of this insults by this Tiger who was nothing but dirt in Luna`s boots, she was gonna make sure Bengal knew her place and once she did, and Luna had her naked posing for a paiting then the natural order would go back and Luna could enjoy her evening but right now all she could think about was how she wanted to hear Bengal scream, Luna feeling a deep desire to hurt the tiger and even Michael look worried at this Bearhug variation but there was no stoping it now, the Mistress truly lost all patience now and like a vampire look to steal the lifeforce away from Bengal.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal fell from Luna’s knee and slumped to the mat, she could tell that the mood within the chamber had changed. That much was obvious from the stunned silence of the servants, and the grimace of rage on her opponent’s spit-covered face. But the biggest change of all was the clear tension between the Daver heir and her own butler. At the start of the match, Michael had fawned over the young woman, offering her every possible courtesy. Now, he seemed to be afraid of what his Mistress would do next.

When Luna demanded a chair, Bengal could see the worry and reluctance on Michael’s face. She wondered momentarily what would happen. Would the elderly butler put a stop to the match? Would Luna remove him as referee, and find an official more willing to obey her commands?

But in the end, Michael relented, retrieving a chair from one of the other servants standing ringside. He handed it to Luna with trembling hands, looking away as he muttered something under his breath. The butler had kept his voice low, not intending for anyone to hear his apology, yet Bengal’s catlike hearing picked it up anyway. “Yeah, you are sorry,” the Tiger sneered, rolling onto her side as she attempted to rise. “One sorry, wrinkle-faced, sack of - GAH!”

Her taunt was cut off by a gasp of pain, as Luna dragged her up by the hair, then clamped the chair around her back. Bengal shivered as the cold metal pressed into her back, like a doctor’s stethoscope. Unlike a doctor, however, the Mistress had no interest in preserving her health - quite the opposite, in fact. She was using the chair as a tool, to increase the power of her devastating bear hug!

Bengal felt like her spine was being squeezed in a giant vise. She writhed desperately in her opponent’s grip, but all that did was bruise her vertebrae against the unforgiving contours of the chair. She beat Luna’s shoulders with her fists, and buried her face in her opponent’s long, dark hair, so she wouldn’t have to look into the larger woman’s baleful eyes.

Unfortunately, moving into this position had put her neck close to Luna’s mouth, and it seemed like the Daver scion couldn’t resist her predatory instincts. Bengal’s eyes went wide with panic, as she felt her opponent’s tongue play across the soft skin of her nape. A moment later, her whimpers and whines rose into a high, keening scream as Luna bit down.

A trickle of crimson ran down Bengal’s body, staining the white tufts of fur on her top and trunks, before vanishing into the dark purple canvas. Her head was going light, either from the blood loss or the bear hug constricting her airflow, possibly both. She pushed against the other woman’s busty chest, trying to create some space, but it was impossible. Her only chance for survival was to try and match her opponent’s brutality.

With a defiant hiss, she reared up her head, then bit the side of Luna’s neck, targeting the same vulnerable area! The taste of iron flooded her mouth, as the shocked cries of the servants filled her ears. They had never seen their Mistress pushed to the limit like this. Now, the outcome of the match hinged on which of these bloodthirsty beasts had a stronger bite - the Vampire, or the Tiger?

[FlyingPeach3]

The servents of the Mansion were truly getting one bloody show, Luna showcasing her brutal side by performing a Variation of her already Killer Bearhug by adding a steel chair to the mix which was a sight to everyone except for Bengal who like the poor animal that she was began to try to escape by any means necesarry but in the end it proved useless and in an act of defient tried to bury her face into Luna`s long dark hair but that would soon come to bit her. Quite literally as Luna used this chance to dig her fangs deep into Bengal`s neck and the tiger unable to witstand the pain began to scream and that was music to Luna, the eery yet armonic sound of Begnal normally cocky voice turn into pure pain that escape her troath was what Luna wanted to hear and she looked to keep this thing up till Bengal either gave up or from what Luna was seeing went to sleep from all the bloodlost.

But just when the mistress thought that Bengal was as good as dead, the tiger had one more desperate attempt of a move where she also bited into Luna neck, the mistress feeling the sharp pain as her eyes went wide with shock but she refused to stand down not to this commoner after all Luna was in the better position and Bengal bite was just like a desperate animal who knows its been corner and its about to be hunted by the bigger and stronger animal, she just needed to hold but that was easier said then done as Begnal had also drawn some blood from Luna as a line of blood drop from her neck and outfit all the way to the mat as the one clean purple mat and Daver family crest was being stain with blood and sweat.

Michael watching this act of brutallity wander what her should do, he thought back to the time his mistress luna firts came to him with the idea of her becoming a wrestler and how the butler was confused by the idea but agreed to always soupport her no matter what, he also remember the nights where he would go to luna room and find her crying alone under her bedsheet when she lost her matches, her parents never being one to console their daughter and michael bassically acting as a nanny and a second paternal figure to luna and now.... he saw what the girl he was made to serve turn into a bloodthirsty monster who was basically tourturing another woman in the middle of her house just to prove she is better, at firts when michael firts saw what luna was doing in her matches as the Vampiric butterfly he thought that it was a quirky way to fight and that she was cocky but had her limits but seing this, Michael could tell something was wrong with Luna and now he decided that he was not gonna let this thing go on any longer.

Despite being afraid Michael would try and get betwen the two woman and try to break them up, Luna shocked by the sight of her own butler trying to stop her would actually get separated from Bengal and pushed to the floor, the steel chair failing to the floor alongside with Bengal, Luna would be left in a state of shock that quickly turn to anger as she began to shout to Michael

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU I WAS WINNING!!!"
The Daver mistress said with a lot of anger in her voice at the butler who look just as shock as her but he would get back into his senses and talk back at his mistress

"You were Tourturing your opponent and using underhanded tactics, that is not the young lady i raised the Daver name is something that should comend pride and power and not carried by someone who brought a whole international wrestler just to have her painted naked after she fought her, im calling this match off and im making sure you are understadning the things that you are doing"

Michael said with a firm tone, still a little bit shaky but he was stadning his ground agains Luna who only looked in shock at every word her butler was saying to her acting like she was her father but that only pissed off luna who stood up and while towering over Michael would backhand him and send the butler across the ring

"You think you got the autority to talk to me like that, no one in this world can be above me im the Heir to one of the succesful man in france i don`t need some old fart who suddenly has a moral code talk to me like we are on the same level so Michael if you dont like this and think is too much go ahead and call this match but just know that the moment that Bell ring`s and you call this a draw im going to beat up Everyone in this room and finally fire each and everyone one of you, you think you are special because you work for my family for 16 years? huh you are nothing more then a servent to me so do like a good servent bow your head while i Finish off this commoner"

Luna said in a cold tone her words not hessitent and just showcasing her pure pride in herself Michael on the other hand would simply not say anything he was truly viewing his mistress for what she was and it was more then clear that she wasn`t gonna admit to her actions but he promise he would soupport her at everything and even if Luna sees him as something beneth her the Butler must always obey the mistress and he would simply stand up aswell and allow Luna to continue.

Luna smirking with pride would walk up to Bengal who probably didnt need to sit trought this drama but The mistress would reward her patience with something she didn`t think she would have to pull this match, grabing once again to Bengal by the hair and forcing her onto her knees
(if succesfull)
the mistress would then tuck Bengal`s head betwen her thights and grab onto Bengal legs to lift her up in a compact position, Bengal Being left upside down and the blood from her neck dripping onto the ring, Luna had Bengal in her signature Package piledriver... THE BLOOD FEST.

Luna would held the position for a few seconds, letting Bengal see all the faces of the audience who cheer for luna to perform the move before The mistress jump in her place and drove the head of Bengal straight to the mat. After that Luna would imedietly go for a cover, going for a facesit pin, Luna would pull one of Bengal`s leg and place her hand beneth her chin as if she was posing for a magazine and order michael to do the count, the Butler accepting and with a sigh he went down and began to count.

"ONE"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal tried her best to match her opponent’s brutality. She clenched her jaw tighter, tore at Luna’s sides with her sharpened nails, and kneed the taller woman between the legs. But her struggling also served to tire her out more quickly, and use up her limited supply of air. As her lungs emptied, the Mistress’ arms compressed her midsection even further, until she felt like she was about to collapse in on herself like a black hole.

Just when Bengal was sure that she was about to take her last breath, the pressure around her ribs suddenly released. She fell to the floor, wheezing and beating at her chest with her fist. As the ringing in her ears began to subside, she could hear Luna and Michael engaged in a furious exchange. The butler was berating the Daver heir for not living up to her family name, a line of conversation that was uncomfortably familiar for Bengal. It reminded her far too much of past arguments with her own parents. And just like her, Luna eventually snapped, backhanding the old man across the ring with one swipe of her brawny arm.

Bengal was momentarily hopeful that the official would be too injured to continue, forcing an end to the match. But Michael appeared to have an uncanny resilience for a man his age. He staggered back to his feet, still conscious, yet cowed into submission and silence. As Luna stalked toward the Tiger, the butler followed meekly behind her, like a white-haired shadow.

Fortunately, the distraction of the argument had given Bengal time to recover some of her strength. As Luna lifted the Tiger onto her knees, she suddenly sprang to life, foiling her opponent’s attempted piledriver. Swinging her arm like a pendulum, she smashed the Mistress between the legs with a low blow, then followed up by digging her clawlike nails into the same spot she’d just pummeled. As the taller woman keeled over in pain, Bengal dodged back to gain some space, then surged forward into her Ambush Predator super kick!

If she was successful, her foot would connect with Luna’s unguarded jaw, sending the Mistress spiraling down to the canvas. Bengal would then leap on top of her opponent with a Banzai Drop, flattening her bust and hooking both legs for the pin! Michael blinked, opened his mouth, then seemed to think twice about whatever remark he had planned to make. He dropped down and began to count, not looking at either Luna or Bengal. “ONE!”

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna was ready to end it all and put Bengal into a deep slumber that she will later wake up in the form of a humiliating portrait but just as the Daver Mistress went to get Bengal on her knee'´s ligthing stroke twice in the same place and Bengal hit Luna with a low blow and this time she added some claws to the mix to make it even more painfull, Luna eyes widen as she let out a painfill scream and tried to quickly grab onto her crotch and fell to her knees.

Luna looked down and bited her lip trying to distract herself from the pain she was feeling but just as she looked up she was meet with a nasty super kick from bengal, Luna then feel flat on her back a little bit of saliva flying out of her mouth and dropping onto the mat, Bengal didnt waste any time and got right into pinning luna with Micahel hesitent if he should call for the pin but eventually getting down and starting to count not looking at the girls while he did. The servents of the mansion looked in shock and tried to reach out and call for Luna but it seemed their prays fell on deaf ear´s as Luna seemed to be too deep into a slumber with the count Already reaching a one.

"TWO"
Michael voice drip with guilt and sadness as he continue to count not sure what his relathionship to Luna was at this point but still determine to fufill his role as a ref but just as Michael hand was about to slam into the ring for a third and final time something spark onto Luna and she would quickly open her eyes and break the pin surprising everyone in the mansion, Luna would then continue to grab onto her womanhood and curse under her breathe and...would start crying, this was a rare sight for the members of the staff seeing their always confident and beutfull mistress sheed tears so much so that some was rubbing off her makeup and leaving some black lines along her cheecks, Luna was in so much pain right now, she always had a sensative touch down there and she tried to hide it but it was just too much pain to moister. Michael seeing this would kneel next to luna flashes of a small girl with dark hair crying would play on the butler mind while the rest of the staff wasn´t used to seeing Luna cry Michael was all too familiar with the sight and would tell his mistress

"Luna...ill call off the match Please dont hate me for this"
Michael tone was filled with sadness but a warm aura to it as he was truly sad for his mistress and didn´t think things would go this far but just as the butler was about to raise his hands to call things off Luna would grab him by the collar of his ref uniform and beggin to yell at him

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE CALLING OFF ANYTHING, IM NOT LETTING SOME STREET CAT HUMILIATE ME LIKE THIS IM STILL CONCIOUS AND READY TO FIGHT SO YOU ARE NOT GONNA CALL OF THIS MATCH FOR ANYTHING UNLESS I ORDER IT"

Luna said in pure anger still tears in her eyes but a little bit more control as she looked to get onto her feet and with a trembely walk would approach Bengal but just as the Daver mistress seemed to be walking off the pain, her sensitive Pussy would fail her and she would once again fall onto her knees and place her hands down, Unable to keep the tears in she broke down once again and some snot falling off her perfect nose and chin.

The once proud mistress was now a crying girl who seemed like should have wore some protection down there giving Bengal another shoot at the once mighty beast.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal snarled with rage as Luna kicked out of her pin at the last possible instant. “You’re an antique! Count faster!” she snapped at Michael, even though she knew deep down that the butler had counted perfectly well. Having victory snatched away from her was frustrating, and it helped to have some way to vent.

It wasn’t all bad, though. The match continuing also meant that the Tiger got to witness more of her opponent’s brewing emotional breakdown, which was extremely gratifying after all the pain Luna had put her through. The perfectly applied makeup that had made her look so regal at the start of the match was now smeared with tears and sweat, leaving dark streaks around her puffy eyes. As she watched a fresh trail of moisture descend down the other woman’s cheek, Bengal realized that her rival was crying openly now. She was having so much fun watching that she didn’t even bother to interfere during Luna’s angry tirade at Michael, even though the Mistress had her back turned the whole time.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to. When Luna turned around to face her, the injury Bengal had inflicted to the Mistress’ thigh interfered for her, making the larger woman stumble and drop to her knees. The Tiger wasted no time cutting her down even further, lashing Luna across the throat with a knife-edge chop, then grabbing her victim by the wrists before she could fall backward.

“Can’t call the match off if you can’t speak,” Bengal taunted, as Luna reeled from the chop. “But isn’t that what you wanted?” She drew her knee back like she was cocking a shotgun, setting up for a Kamigoye. “When you wake up, maybe you can settle a bet for me,” she drawled, as Michael averted his gaze, looking dismayed. “Which one hits harder: the right knee, or the left?”

Her right knee rocketed forward, aiming directly for Luna’s snot-stained upper lip! If Bengal’s first Kamigoye connected, she’d pull the Mistress back by the arms as she recoiled, then smash her target again with her left knee, testing out her “theory” in the most brutal way possible.

Kamigoye

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna was in so much pain and it didnt look to end anytime soon, She tried to get close to Bengal again but her lower pain made her stumble back to her knees giving the tiger a chance to strike again, delivering a painfull looking Chop to Luna`s throat which made the mistress gag and cough a little as she tried to fall onto her back but was grabbed by her wrist by Bengal who taunted Luna now that she was getting some advantage back.

Luna tried to bite back with her own insult but she couldn`t get her words out not because she lack ideas as the mistress had plenty of things she could say to bengal but more so that she felt the sharp pain in her throat which made it difficult for Luna to speak down to this woman who continue to taunt Luna this time by telling her to settle a bet she had with herself, which was which Knee hit harder.

Luna`s eyes imedietly went wide with panic as she realise what Bengal was about to do but she couldn`t stop it as Bengal shot her knee right into Luna`s upper lip making the Daver heir`s head pull back like she was just shoot but Bengal still had a theory to prove and so she pulled luna back by her arms and shoot left knee onto Luna upper lip, saliva and sweat flying everywhere as the second knee impacted onto luna which Michael adverting his look and only turning his gaze when the attack was already done, the servents horrified began to boo Bengal calling her all sorts of names and insults but that didnt help Luna right now who instead of falling backawards onto her back and lay there Eagle style she would fall foward, Landing just beneth Bengal`s tits and right onto her sweaty abs of the tiger, Luna lay there her ass a little high and her mouth wide open as a sting of saliva drop from her jaw.

Luna fealt horrible, she was cover in her own makeup, snot coming out of her nose, blood out of her neck and now saliva out of her mouth, this was not the image she wanted to present to the world she was souppose to be the most beutyfull queen of the land and now she looked like an ugly best with the way her face looked right now.

Luna tried to say something or just move to attack but her mind was a blur right now, she was still dazed from the two consecutive knees and the pussy attack as all her body acke in pain yet she had a hard time lifing herself up, the only act of defient from Luna would be the word that she would say to Bengal as she lay in her abs.

"im...... gonna.....make you regret......you were born"

In luna`s foggy mind there was still a big desire that shined bright above all and that was to break Bengal, even if she was on the ropes right now the mistress would not leave this ring or fell down until Bengal is a bloody mess on the floor and she stands above her. Call it delution but to Luna she was gonna win this match

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal laughed maniacally as Luna slumped against her midriff, blood and sweat running down her abdominals like rainwater through a gutter. Her double Kamigoye had certainly cut the larger woman down to size, leaving her crumpled on her knees, her rear end thrust awkwardly into the air behind her. Against most opponents, a two-pronged attack like that would have instantly ended the match, if not their whole wrestling career.

Incredibly, however, the Mistress was still conscious. Bengal could feel her own stomach vibrating as the Daver heir muttered something indistinct, face still flattened against the Tiger’s torso. Whatever she was trying to say, her words were drowned out by the relentless boos from the outraged servants.

“What’s that?” Bengal asked, putting a hand to her ear as she leaned forward. Luna’s face slid a bit further down her abs when she changed position, leaving a trail of slime like a slug on a wall - but other than that, her opponent failed to respond. “Plus fort, ma chérie!” The Tiger dropped her hand, using it to seize a handful of the other fighter’s hair instead. “You have to speak up…I can barely hear you!”

Before Luna could respond, Bengal stepped to the side, revealing the Mistress’ battered face to the horrified crowd. But they only saw it for a second, before the Tiger whipped her opponent’s head to the canvas with a hair pull mat slam! From there, she folded up the other fighter into Paradise Lock position, dragging her wrists between her thighs to lock her arms in place. That gave her ample opportunity for a series of humiliating moves. She dug the toe of her boot in between Luna’s ribs, bounced on top of her back like a rodeo bull, and even spanked the Daver heir’s upturned ass, savoring the scandalized reactions of her servants.

All of that was undoubtedly satisfying, but Bengal knew that it wasn't enough to end the match. For a truly decisive finish, she needed to take things to new heights. She delivered one last kick, then dashed to the corner, leaving Luna trapped in the Paradise Lock. The Tiger clambered to the top of the turnbuckle, glancing around warily as she did so; she wouldn’t put it past one of these sycophantic servants to try pulling her down. Balancing on the narrow pole, she crouched low, then launched herself upward. She seemed to hang in midair for a moment, just enough time to take in the agonized expression on Michael’s face. Then she plummeted down like a meteor, aiming a flying double stomp at her opponent’s spine!

Paradise Lock

[FlyingPeach3]

The servents of the mansion were truly angry their boos and insults filling the entery room and probably the mansion itself and Bengal sure looked to enjoy that while Luna was on her abs like she was shotting a photo for an adult movie she fealt Humiliated and batter and yet Bengal was still not done, not hearing the words Luna had said she taunted the mistress by speaking in french to her and then pulling her by the hair both times telling her to speak louder.

Before however Luna could even open her mouth to spit venom at Bengal the tiger stepped to the side and slam her to the mat as Luna bounced slighty on the floor like a deflated ball, she tried to get her head up and crawl herself to the ropes but Bengal wanted to Humiliate Luna further and so she would place her in what is know in the wrestling world as a truly low blow "The paradise lock"

Luna tried to fight back against it but she was unable to stop bengal from locking her arms and legs and having Luna ass aimed high at the sky it wasnt a favorable position for the Mistress who tried to squible herself out by trying to move side to side but in the end this only further her own humiliation as not only would michael look the other way in embaresment but the servents some would start to get bloody noses by how excited they were, Luna still tried to get off this lock but not Before Bengal got on top of her like she was a rodeo bull and spanked her reer causing the mistress to blush heavily

"Dont you dare touch my perfect figure you filty street cat!"

Luna said in a angry tone now being more clear of her head after recovering slighty from that knee attack and now trying to insult Bengal to no avial but it seemed The tiger didnt look to end things so easily for Luna as Bengal gave one last kick that made Luna grith her teeth in pain she went straight for the tope ropes and like a eagle looking at a worm, Bengal dived straight ahead and look to put more pain onto Luna by hitting her with a double stomp to her spine.

Luna took the whole blow and let out a scream of pain as she had manage to release herself from the paradise lock due to the impact yet she still took that stomp really bad, rolling onto her belly and placing her hands on her back trying to tender to them and kicking her legs up and down in a feble attempt to distract herself but in the end she was still very hurt. Michael who keep a close watch on both woman wanted to approach Luna to ask if she was ok but he already knew that was gonna get him another scolding from the Mistress and he wasnt ready to take another blow from her, he was still quite old for that stuff so he simply look and waited for this nightmare of a match to end.

Luna knew she was in big trouble but she wasnt just beutyful but a great thinker as well so before Bengal had a chance to approach Luna again to capitalise on her damage spine she rolled out of the ring and into the loving arms of her servents who caught the mistress like she was a goddest and let her rest in one of the chairs for a few seconds, Luna knowing she wasnt gonna get much rest either way stood up and look at Bengal, giving her a death glare and simply telling her

"Pspspspssp Come here you pussycat"

She said as if she was calling to a random cat on the street, even when she took all that damage and humiliation Luna still found a way to put herself on top of the situation with insults and her classic glamour, she taunted Bengal to come at her to the outside of the ring as unbenonce to Bengal the ring they were fighting on had a great deal of weapons and toys for Luna to use beneth it and now she just needed to get a good hit with either of those weapons and Then its all down hill for the street cat.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Luna managed to free herself from the Paradise Lock, but not in time to avoid Bengal’s flying stomp. The Tiger felt the larger woman’s spine flex underneath her like a trampoline, as her body was squashed against the canvas. She hopped nimbly off her opponent, posing to taunt the servants in front of her - only to watch them suddenly stampede to the other side of the ring.

Turning around, Bengal quickly realized what was happening. Luna had rolled under the bottom rope, into the waiting arms of her servants. Their many hands effortlessly supported her muscular frame, bearing her gently into a nearby seat, as if the Daver heir was some royal priestess whose feet were forbidden to touch the ground.

“Hey, quit helping her! We’ve still got a match going here,” the Tiger griped, leaning over the edge of the ropes to address the staff. She might as well have been talking to one of the blank portraits in the hall outside, for all the response she got. Right now, the servants had eyes only for their Mistress. They had all swarmed around her, like a colony of ants defending their queen.

Just as Bengal was thinking that she might have to fight through the whole crowd to get to her target, Luna abruptly rose from her chair, parting the servants with a wave of her hand. She glared at the Tiger, daring her to “come here”. Bengal didn’t rise to the bait, though - not immediately. She turned her back to the French woman, shaking her head with hands on hips, as if her opponent’s taunt was some ridiculous offer she couldn’t even be bothered to consider. Then she spun on her heel and dashed back toward the apron. Shooting between the top and middle ropes, she attempted to tackle Luna to the floor with a Suicide Dive! Bengal was hoping that her fake out would deceive the other woman. But she didn't stop to think about the deceptions that Luna might have planned herself, or the surprises that might be waiting for her under the ring...

Suicide Dive