Bengal scowled angrily at Cosmo's continued quips. If there was one thing the Tiger couldn't stand, it was an opponent who wasn't properly terrified. The nerve of this woman, calling Bengal a "subspecies", when she herself was in the middle of getting her alien ass beaten! And how was she able to improvise all those lines on the spot, anyway? Bengal had a sneaking suspicion that she'd rehearsed them in advance.
How tacky, the Tiger thought, unwilling to admit to admit to herself that she often did the exact same thing. She resolved to beat Cosmo even harder for it, flexing her arms until the veins stood out. Bengal wasn't a powerhouse by any stretch of the imagination, but her rage at her opponent seemed to give her a wild strength. She put a lot of force into the suplex - too much force. At the apex of her arc, the other woman slipped out of the Tiger's grasp. Cosmo pinwheeled through the air and landed in a standing position, like an Olympic gymnast making a perfect dismount. Bengal prided herself upon her own ability to land on her feet, but in this case, the Tiger had been outdone.
Perhaps her surprise at that feat was the reason why Bengal didn't see the double palm strike coming. As she began to rise, Cosmo caught her across the chest with a brutal two-handed blow, sending the Tiger on a short aerial trip of her own. The Indian woman spun around and collapsed, her chest searing with pain. She felt as if she'd just been paddled with a cricket bat.
Lying in a prone position, clutching one breast, she realized that trying to stand again would be a waste of effort. There was no way she could make it before Cosmo knocked her back down. Instead, she stayed low, scrambling toward her target on all fours like the "prehistoric" ape the other woman had proclaimed her to be. When she got close, she seized her opponent behind the knee, then torqued her body to the side, attempting a single-leg takedown! Hopefully, getting the alien onto the mat would prevent her from unleashing any more of those devastating chop blocks and palm strikes. Single Leg Takedown
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Cosmo had barely gotten her hands back in front of her when she spotted Bengal closing the gap on all fours, eyes sharp and jaw clenched. “Whoa-ho—hey now, no need to grovel for forgiveness yet!” the alien quipped before the Tiger’s hand clamped around her leg. Before she could shake herself free, Bengal yanked hard, twisting for the single-leg takedown. Unfortunately for the striped striker, Cosmo had a counter loaded in her strange little alien playbook. Rather than fight the pull, she leaned forward, snatching Bengal’s head by her ears with both hands.
“You’re about to upgrade your dental plan!” she chirped, snapping backwards and yanking Bengal’s face down into her knee with a crisp single-leg jawbreaker!
Spoiler
The Impact would be brutal as Bengal would get a faceful of the Alien's knee, before Cosmo herself would attempt to follow it up by yanking the girl onto her front, running to the ropes, before then attempting to hit a flipping Swanton bomb to the tiger, the alien trying to build up so momentum against the TIger after Bengal had dominated thus far!
Cosmo predicted Bengal's takedown easily, seizing the Tiger's head to stop her foe's momentum. The Indian woman felt her ears growing hot with embarrassment, as she recognized how effectively she'd been countered - her real ears, not the fake cat ones on her headband. Before Bengal could devise a counter of her own, Cosmo was already pulling her down into a jawbreaker! The other woman's bare leg loomed large in front of her as she plummeted to the mat. There was a sickening crack of bone on bone as knee met face, and Bengal flew backward, hands plastered across her nose. She lay on her back, writhing in agony. As she peered up through her fingers, the overhead lights seemed to spin above her, as if she was looking at them through a kaleidoscope.
The Tiger had expected her opponent to go for the pin in that moment, and she tensed her muscles, preparing to break out. Instead, she felt herself being pulled around, as Cosmo maneuvered her onto her front. What...what is she doing? Bengal wondered dimly, still reeling from the jawbreaker. The answer to that question would soon become clear. As Bengal pushed herself up on quavering elbows, Cosmo's full weight crashed down onto her spine. The high-flying fighter had executed a picture-perfect Swanton Bomb, flattening the Tiger against the canvas like a piece of roadkill!
Bengal spasmed from the impact, her splayed limbs twitching faintly. She looked as if she'd just been hit with an energy discharge from some incomprehensible alien weapon. In a way, perhaps she had. Unfortunately for the Tiger, her pain wasn't science fiction - it was all too real. Stunned and shattered, she was helpless to resist whatever her extraterrestrial enemy had planned next.
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The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the alien took a handful of Bengal’s sweat-slick hair and dragged the dazed Tiger across the mat, before Bengal was laid flat on her back in perfect position. Cosmo would step over the girl, preforming a pose, before then clapping her hands to get the crowd clapping too, before she would ascended the ropes, balancing herself on the top turnbuckle. But instead of facing the ring, she turned backwards, curling her body into an inverted handstand. For a moment she balanced perfectly upside-down, her body gleaming in the arena lights then, with fluid motion, she twisted backwards—her body flipping into a gorgeous, yet brutal, backwards senton bomb! Spoiler
Her back slammed full-force onto Bengal’s exposed stomach, forcing a burst of air escaped her lungs. Cosmolux didn’t hesitate. She sat up smoothly, her shapely backside shifting right over Bengal’s flushed face. With a deliberate wiggle, she planted herself down in a humiliating face-sit, smothering the Tiger beneath her. At the same time, she hooked one of Bengal’s limp legs, pulling it tight for the pin.
The referee dropped to the mat, counting with the roaring crowd:
Bengal felt her scalp prickle with pain as Cosmo dragged her across the mat. She tried to dig her claws into the canvas to halt her motion, but her opponent easily dislodged her, leaving the Tiger lying on her back a few feet from the corner. The Indian woman moaned and lolled her head aimlessly, like a sleeper caught in a bad dream. Even the racket the fans were making, as they clapped along with Cosmo, failed to rouse her from her slumber. Indeed, the rhythmic noise seemed to be having the opposite effect, lulling the Tiger deeper into her stupor.
Suddenly, Bengal became aware of a shift in the crowd’s mood, as the claps and whoops were replaced by gasps of surprise. Her eyelids were clenched shut with pain, but if she’d been able to open them, she would have realized it was a reaction to Cosmo’s latest stunt: an inverted handstand on the turnbuckle! Camera flashes erupted through the stands, as the fans tried to capture the deep-space diva’s incredible agility. They would have to do it quickly, however, because the alien woman was already moving on to the next stage of her plan. Springing off her hands and kicking out her legs, she plummeted down into a backwards Senton Bomb, landing directly on the Tiger’s bare midriff!
Bengal’s body jerked up from the impact, her legs momentarily forming a right angle with her torso, before settling back down with a wheezing sigh. Her orange eyes sprang open, but they were dull and lifeless, unable to focus. Above her, the arena lights seemed to blur and flicker together in concentric rings, like a portal opening up to another world. Bengal felt weightless, ethereal, as if she was floating up toward them, caught in a UFO’s tractor beam. It wasn’t a bad feeling - more like a hypnotizing void, where no feeling existed at all. Was this what the people in those alien abduction stories felt like? If so, she was beginning to understand their point of view. It was so tempting for her to go limp, to fall asleep, to accept whatever this superior lifeform had planned…
But all that evaporated in an instant, as Cosmo dropped on top of her for a facesit pin! The overhead light show abruptly vanished, replaced by sweaty, suffocating darkness. She hoped that whatever planet her opponent was from practiced good hygiene. Right now, though, she had more immediate concerns. Bengal drifted down, back into her body, becoming aware again of her many injuries - but also regaining her senses. The sound of the referee’s hand slapping down was muffled, but the count was still unmistakable: “One! Two!”
Bengal had already been defeated once via facesit, during her duel against the Panty Pirate, Scurvy. Being KO’d by an “ass attack” had been a humiliating experience, and not something she wanted to repeat. Her desperation gave her a surge of energy, and she crunched upward, lifting her shoulders off the mat just before the three-count. She tore her leg out of Cosmo’s grip, then shoved the alien woman’s shapely rear with both hands, trying to throw her opponent headfirst into the ring post! Let’s see if that silly little mask of hers can stop a concussion, Bengal thought grimly, as she thrust out her arms.
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Cosmolux’s eyes went wide as Bengal’s palms slapped into her booty cheeks and shoved with every ounce of desperation the Tiger could muster. The alien had no time to adjust—her body lurched forward, and with a sickening THUD her masked face smashed flush into the middle turnbuckle. The ropes rattled, and Cosmo’s knees buckled as she clutched the ropes to keep from spilling to the mat. “Ghhhn—!” she winced audibly, her gloved hand shooting up to her mask where the impact had rattled her skull. the deep-space wrestler looked rattled, head sagging against the corner pad as she let out a sharp hiss of breath.
Still, the alien wouldn’t let herself crumble. Slowly, she dragged herself upright, fingers curling tight around the middle rope. Cosmolux shook her head to clear the ringing, strands of hair spilling loose from her maskas she began forcing herself back up to a vertical base, one arm draped across the top rope for support, until she was able to get back up to her feet, but her eyes were already trying to refocus on Bengal.
Still riding her momentum from breaking the pin, Bengal immediately kipped to her feet. She dashed toward the corner, where Cosmolux was trying to stand, albeit with more difficulty. The Tiger lashed both of her opponent's knees with two kicks in quick sequence, trying to cut her legs out from under her. Then she began stomping the purple-clad fighter in the stomach and crotch, seeking to keep her trapped in the corner while steadily driving her down. She grabbed the top ropes for support as she did so, so she wouldn't fly backward from the repeated recoil of her own furious blows. If she was successful in her endeavor, Cosmo would wind up in a seated position, with Bengal looming over her ominously.
The Indian woman momentarily paused her assault, bending down to seize a handful of Cosmo's exposed hair. "Looks like you're coming apart at the seams, star child," she hissed into her opponent's ear, twisting the shiny, multicolored locks around one clawed finger. "When I'm finished with you, I'll rip that ugly mask of yours apart too. Then your stupid alien gimmick will be totally...busted!"
With a special emphasis on the last word, and a mischievous wink at the crowd, she swung her legs up over her head, doing a flawless handstand on top of the turnbuckle. Even if her choice of words hadn't already given it away, it was obvious from Bengal's stance that she was setting up for a humiliating Bronco Buster! Unless Cosmolux could get out of the way in time, she'd end up with her opponent's crotch smothering her face, while her head was slammed repeatedly into the ropes behind her. Bronco Buster
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Things were spiraling out of control for the so-called star child. Only a minute ago, Cosmolux had been basking in the crowd’s admiration for her silly antics, only to end up being tossed into the buckle by the clearly annoyed Bengal, her mask rattled as Bengal sent her face-first into the turnbuckle. The smack of impact echoed, drawing a sympathetic “ooh!” from the audience, and suddenly all the momentum she’d built was gone in an instant. Clutching the ropes to keep herself upright, Cosmo winced behind her mask, shaking her head as her senses scrambled. The impact slammed the air right out of her body, and after Bengal moved back, she would slowly sink down to a seated position in the corner, unable to hold herself up anymore! And given the position, it seemed fairly obvious what would come next.
Bengal would jump up into a handstand on the top turnbuckle, Cosmolux groaned weakly, trying to pull herself upright, but her body wouldn’t respond fast enough. By the time she lifted her head, She'd get a faceful of Bengals crotch in her face! “MMMPH! Ghhhn!” Cosmo let out muffled cries each time Bengal bounced down onto her, the back of her head slamming repeatedly into the turnbuckle padding with every impact. The alien’s boots kicked helplessly against the mat as Bengal rode her with savage rhythm, humiliating her with a merciless Bronco Buster! Bengal’s thighs clamping Cosmo’s head tight as she ground down on her foe’s masked features again and again. Each thrust left Cosmolux sagging further, her arms draped limply on either side of the ropes as she was forced to endure the Tiger’s bouncing.
Bengal kept bouncing up and down in the Bronco Buster, feeling the fabric of Cosmo’s mask shift and squash against her crotch with each thrust. She bit her lip with grim satisfaction as she clamped her thighs around her rival’s face, watching her legs kick aimlessly like a sleeper caught in a nightmare. Unfortunately for the alien woman, she wouldn’t be waking up from this bad dream any time soon. Her soft grunts and squeals fell into a regular, almost musical rhythm, as the Tiger slammed down again and again.
After almost a minute of this gymnastic performance, Bengal stood up to admire her handiwork. Then she spun around and planted her rear end across Cosmo’s nose and mouth, suffocating the purple-clad fighter with a stinkface! The tufts of fur lining the edges of her shorts tickled the other woman’s cheeks, as she bent deeper into a seated position. “You aliens are always trying to probe people, right?” she joked, throwing her head over her shoulder with a roguish grin. “Is this the kind of close-up you wanted?” She laughed and pumped her hips back again, not giving Cosmo an opportunity to answer as her lips were sealed tight from the pressure.
Once her opponent had been thoroughly flattened against the turnbuckle, Bengal would grab her by the ankles, right above the luminous green orbs attached to her boots. “Did you fly a UFO here, honey? You don’t seem like much of a pilot,” she teased, backing up and lifting Cosmo out of the corner. “Look out…you’re about to have a crash landing!” The young woman’s arms remained draped over the ropes, while her torso and legs were hoisted into the air. With one final yank, Bengal pulled the arms loose as well, then dropped the extraterrestrial into a sit-out powerbomb, sending a shockwave through the entire ring!
She finished off her combo by pulling Cosmo up by the hair, clamping the other fighter’s neck under her sweaty armpit. She held her opponent close, locking her arms behind her back in a V-shape. This Wing Clipper hold might not be enough to secure a submission, but that wasn’t the Tiger’s primary goal here. She simply wanted to wear her target down, leaving Cosmo so exhausted that she wouldn’t be able to resist when Bengal tried removing her mask. Wing Clipper
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"GUUUH, primitive earth brute, I- Mmmmph!" Cosmo tried to say something, anything to Bengal, but there was no stopping the tigeress, and in a split second, the tiger threw her hips back to stinkface the alien for annoying her! The masked mug of Cosmolux immediately was wedged deep between her foe's thick, soft asscheeks, buried in Bengal’s fur-lined shorts as the tiger-themed powerhouse pressed down in a deep, merciless stinkface. The alien’s eyes widened behind her mask as Bengal’s toned backside filled her vision, the heat and weight of it cutting off every breath. The feline fighter ground her hips in teasing circles, her tail flicking playfully as she leaned further in, ensuring Cosmo’s nose and mouth were smothered completely beneath the soft, sweat-slick fabric.
“Mmphh! Nnnghh!” Cosmo’s muffled cries barely reached the air, her gloved hands pawing weakly at Bengal’s thighs as the crowd roared with laughter and cheers. Bengal only chuckled, giving her hips a sharp shake to rub her rival’s masked face even deeper into her shorts, the motion causing her plush cheeks to jiggle against Cosmo’s squirming features. Bengal finally peeled herself off Cosmolux’s face, standing tall with the alien woman slumped in the corner, her mask smeared with sweat, chest heaving as she tried to suck in fresh air. Before Cosmolux could recover, Bengal seized her by the ankles, right above the glowing green orbs built into her boots. With an almost playful growl, she yanked her forward out of the corner. Cosmo’s body lifted halfway off the mat, her arms dangling limply over the ropes. before she pulled Cosmolux completely free from the turnbuckle and dropped down into a perfect sit-out powerbomb!
She grabbed a handful of the alien’s shimmering purple hair and dragged her up once again, bringing her in close. Sweat trickled down Bengal’s toned stomach as she shoved Cosmo’s head under her armpit, locking her neck tightly and looping both of her opponent’s arms behind her back in a Wing Clipper setup. Bengal would look to try and lock in a wing clipper stretch, but just as she was looking to tigten her grip, Cosmolux suddenly rolled forward, using her trapped position to force Bengal down to her back in an attempt to catch her in a pinfall!
