Hector leaned back in his wide leather chair, his heavy frame casting a shadow across the room. The office was quiet, save for the steady hum of the ceiling fan and the faint scratching of a pen as his secretary worked at her desk just outside.
He glanced at the clock, then at the folder in front of him marked with Bengal’s name. With a grunt, he pressed the intercom button on his desk.
“Send her in,”
Hector rumbled, his voice low and commanding.
There was a pause, then the muffled reply of his secretary: “Yes, sir.”
A moment later, Hector added,
“And make sure the door stays shut once she’s inside. This is a private meeting.”
He released the button, his eyes narrowing as he shifted his attention back to the folder. Fingers drummed slowly on the polished oak surface of his desk. He wasn’t just preparing for a conversation—he was preparing to test the Tiger herself.
The sound of approaching footsteps outside the office made the owner of B.C.W. straighten in his seat, his jaw tightening. Bengal was here.
Now, it was time to see if she could talk as tough behind closed doors as she did in the ring.
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Bengal stepped into the elevator and rode to the upper floors of the sleek glass office building in grim silence, her lips pursed with impatience. She had deliberately arrived fifteen minutes late to her scheduled meeting with the head of B.C.W., ostensibly as some sort of power play, but also because she hated being made to wait for anything. Of course, the secretary sitting behind the elegant mahogany reception desk made sure she was delayed even further, while she checked the Blaze Tiger's identity against her files. Spoiler
"Really? Do you know another person who goes around dressed like THIS?" Bengal huffed, making frustrated gestures at her orange contact lenses and cat-eared headband. Once the secretary had confirmed what they both already knew, and gotten the confirmation from her unseen boss, the meeting could finally commence.
The heavy double doors swung open automatically, and Bengal stepped through into the executive suite. The doors swung shut behind her, which was a little unnerving, but she tried not to let that show on her face. She continued forward across the plush carpet, addressing the broad-shouldered figure behind the oak desk at the far end of the room.
“So, you’re Hector, right? It’s funny,” she purred, cocking her head to one side. “I always pictured the head of B.C.W. as some crazy cat lady. But you actually look pretty damn good! Why don’t you fight me sometime, instead of your waste of a stable? You know I practically beat three of them at once, right?” In reality, Bengal had escaped with a draw, in a result that she was still upset about. The Tiger was desperate for a rematch with B.C.W., but she didn’t need Hector to know that right now. Like anyone else in the boss’ office, she was going to try and negotiate things to her advantage.
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Hector didn’t rise when Bengal strutted in; he didn’t need to. Sitting behind his heavy oak desk, his posture remained professional, his sharp gaze fixed on her. He let her finish her taunt, fingers drumming once on the polished wood before replying.
“You’ve got a loud mouth, Bengal,”
he said evenly, voice deep and steady.
“But noise doesn’t win fights. Results do.”
He leaned forward, clasping his hands together.
“And the result last time? You didn’t beat Cassandra. You didn’t beat the Pride. You escaped with a draw.”
Her smirk faltered for a second, and Hector caught it. He pressed on.
“My girls?”
he continued,
“They want a rematch. They’re hungry for it. But you don’t get them all swarming you at once again. Not this time.”
He let the silence stretch, then added,
“You’ll face them the way B.C.W. tests all outsiders who come sniffing around our territory.”
His lips curled into a knowing grin.
“The Gauntlet Match. One-on-one. One after the other. No shortcuts. No excuses. You want Cassandra? You want to prove you’re more than just a scavenger? You go through her Pride first.”
Hector leaned back, folding his arms across his chest.
“You survive that, then maybe… maybe… you’ll have earned the Lioness.”
Bengal was silent for a long moment, save for the hiss of air as she inhaled sharply between her teeth. Her amber eyes went wide; it seemed almost as if she was about to cry. Had she really been so terrified by Hector's proposal?
No - quite the opposite, in fact. Instead of crying, the Indian woman doubled over with laughter. As she gripped the edge of Hector's desk for support, her sharpened nails left long gouges in the wood. The sound echoed off the walls of the suite, until it sounded like a dozen Bengals were laughing at once.
The Tiger had a reputation for faking bravado before her matches, of course. But it didn't appear like that was the case here. Her reaction didn't come off as exaggerated or forced - she seemed sincerely amused by the BCW executive's offer.
"So, let me get this straight," she said, taking a step back from the desk to meet his gaze again. "I almost beat three of your girls at the same time. And your big threat, your trump card...is to let me fight them all one-on-one?" She arched one eyebrow skeptically. "This is a joke, right? Or some sort of trap? Maybe you've got some actual big cats that you're planning to spring on me instead?"
But as she met the young man's confident smile, she could tell that he was dead serious. "Twist my arm, then. I accept," Bengal replied, grinning right back at him. The match stipulations Hector had described sounded eerily similar to what she'd planned to suggest anyway. So much for her plans to negotiate a better deal. To be honest, she probably would have fought everyone in BCW at once, as long as it meant getting another chance to sink her claws into Cassandra. A one-on-one setting was obviously preferable, however.
An idea occurred to her. "On one condition," she continued, amending herself mid-sentence. "We have the fight in a cage. And only the current match's contestants are allowed inside." She put heavy emphasis on the latter sentence. Interference from Kiana and Sofia was the main reason her bout with the Lioness had ended so anticlimactically - at least, that was Bengal's version of events. And if she could defeat the whole team here, who was going to argue with her?
"I figure that should help keep things...competitive," she finished icily, unable to resist one last parting shot. "Dirty cheaters like you lot belong behind bars, anyway!"
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Hector’s eyes hardened when Bengal added her “one condition.” He let the silence stretch, then gave a single nod.
“A cage it is,”
he said slowly.
“But understand this — you don’t get Cassandra for free. You want the Lioness? You earn her.”
He leaned forward, his voice low, deliberate.
“The Gauntlet will start with her Pride first. Kiana always goes first. And if—if—you survive them, then you get Cassandra. She will be the last as she is my premier wife... I mean Talent. She will be waiting for you, when you’ve spent yourself against the rest.”
Hector tapped his desk for emphasis, his tone ironclad.
“That’s the price of the Lioness. You claw your way through the Pride first. Fail against any of them, and the gauntlet ends right there. No Cassandra. No rematch. No excuses.”
"You say the word 'Pride' an awful lot for someone who shouldn't have any," Bengal fired back, grimacing angrily. She didn't appreciate this man's smug attitude - truly, a case of the pot calling the kettle black, if ever there was one. "Your team is garbage, and your 'premier wife' isn't worth whatever cheap roadside chapel you married her in."
She rapped Hector's desk with her knuckles, in a parody of the boss' own gesture. "Understand this - I don't really care what order I fight your pussycats," she sneered, holding up her clawed fingers one after the other. "First, last, whatever. They're all gonna wind up in the same pile anyway!" She spun on her heel, breaking eye contact with Hector to survey the rich furnishings of the executive suite. "And when I'm done with them, maybe I'll come back here for you," she teased, throwing a wink over her shoulder. "An apex predator like me really should have an office on the top floor, don't you think?"
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Hector leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly through his nose. He had heard enough. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured toward the double doors.
“You’ve made your point, Bengal. Loud and clear,”
he said firmly, voice low but carrying authority.
“But this office is for business, not theatrics. We’ll see you in the gauntlet soon enough. Until then—get out of my sight.”
At his nod, the secretary opened the doors once again. Hector kept his calm, unreadable stare fixed on the Tiger until she finally turned to leave.
The doors shut behind her, but before Bengal could take more than a few steps down the polished hallway, she felt a small bump against her hip. Sofia—the Leopard herself—stood there, clutching her bandaged arm to her chest. She tilted her head up at Bengal with a cute little growl, eyes narrowed with fiery defiance despite her size.
"I'm a wrestler, idiot. Theatrics is my business," Bengal responded, as she turned to stride out the office doors. "Not that you'd know," she continued, snorting with laughter, as if she was appreciating an inside joke between friends - but there was nothing friendly about the tone of her voice. "You don't manage wrestlers, do you? Just a pack of ugly strays that you use for bedwarmers. And by the time this match is finished, they won't even be good for that anymore!"
She threw the heavy double doors open with a bang, and stalked out into the hallway, rolling her shoulders. She hadn't gone three steps, however, before she bumped into someone else coming around the corner from the elevator. It was Sofia, also known as the Leopard, the smallest and youngest member of BCW. Her reckless offense had pushed Bengal to the limit during their last match, but she'd paid the price for her headstrong attitude, suffering as much damage as she dished out. Even now, her arm was still bound in a sling from when the Blaze Tiger had trapped her in a punishing armbar. Still, she let out a defiant growl as she raised her head to lock eyes with her former opponent.
Bengal was never graceful about people getting in her way, even if they were strangers. But something about Sofia's total lack of fear threw her into an absolute rage. It was a bitter reminder of how much her draw result had failed to impress. "Out of my way, little cub," she snarled, shoving the shorter woman out of the way by her shoulder, paying no mind to her injured arm. "What, are you here to ask daddy for your allowance?" She jerked her head back toward Hector's office. "Go ahead, buy yourself something nice. Enjoy it while you can...you don't have much time left!" She grabbed Sofia by the strap of her sling and leaned in close, hissing into her ear. "You got in my way when all I wanted was to fight Cassandra. So when I get you in that cage, I'm gonna give you a beating for two!"
With that, she released her rival, and began walking toward the elevators. Bengal's fury was still burning bright, but she wanted her ultimate victory over the Big Cats to take place somewhere everyone would see. That way, there would be no denying her superiority. The confrontation was over - that is, unless Sofia had something to say about it. Most fighters wouldn't want to risk further provocation, with only one good arm. Then again, the Leopard wasn't like most fighters...
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Sofia froze when Bengal’s clawed fingers dug into the strap of her sling — a hiss of pain escaping her lips — but her golden-brown eyes burned hotter than ever. For a moment, it looked like she’d back down. Then the Leopard’s chin tilted up, defiant as ever.
“You think this arm stops me?”
she growled, voice tight but steady.
“You should’ve finished the job when you had the chance.”
When Bengal turned to leave, Sofia stepped in front of her again, chest brushing the Tiger’s as she looked up at her much taller rival.
“You can talk big all you want, Bengal,”
she spat, her accent sharp with fury,
“but inside that cage, there’s no running. No excuses. Just me, one good arm, and enough hate to break every bone you’ve got left.”
With that, Sofia gave a final shove to Bengal’s shoulder—defiant, reckless, pure Leopard fire—before storming off toward Hector’s office, her bandaged arm trembling but her spirit unbroken.
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of B.C.W. straighten in his seat, his jaw tightening. Bengal was here.
