A Tiger in Texas: Bengal VS. Clyde Gastin

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Match Type: 1v1, Falls Count Anywhere, No DQ

Location: Toyota Center in Houston, Texas

Spoiler

Bengal's next bout was going to be unusual for a few reasons. Not only was she fighting an intergender match, but she was also headed back to Houston, a city she hadn't visited since the beginning of her career in the American indie leagues. Looking down from her airplane window at the soaring skyscrapers and snaking freeways, the Tiger wondered if anything about the area had changed. One thing she could tell, the moment she stepped out of Bush Airport: it was still too damn hot. The summer sun beat down mercilessly onto the shimmering asphalt. At least this match was going to take place inside, in an air-conditioned arena. Bengal wasn't in the indies anymore, and that meant a real venue, no more street fights and backyard brawls. About time, the Tiger thought to herself.

She arrived at the Toyota Center later that night, and took up a spot in gorilla position, waiting for her entrance theme to begin. The opening guitar riff sounded especially crisp, piped through the high-quality arena speakers. Bengal stalked down the entrance ramp through a cloud of smoke and sparks. The crowd began to boo uproariously, as soon as they saw the gleam of the Tiger's amber eyes. That was understandable - she was a career heel, after all - but tonight's reception seemed especially unfavorable. Perhaps that was because her opponent tonight was also a Texas local. Bengal glared daggers at the stands, but deep down, she could sympathize with the fans for supporting one of their own. Still, she was determined to leave them disappointed. She leaped onto the apron and tossed back her raven hair, basking in the flicker of camera flashes. Once she'd had her fill, she ducked under the ropes and into the ring, as the announcer's voice boomed out:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Disqualifications, Falls Count Anywhere Match! Introducing first...from Kolkata, India...standing five feet seven inches, and weighing 140 pounds...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

Spoiler

Just when it seemed like the jeers and catcalls couldn't get any louder, the crowd somehow found a way to turn it up to eleven. But to Bengal, it was all just background noise, like the buzzing calls of the cicadas that had filled the summer air earlier that day. Her attention was fixed squarely on the top of the ramp, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

[Rawg]

Clyde could not remember the last time he wrestled from home but it felt good to be back! To be lucky enough to go from a local ranch hand to a hometown hero wrestling in the big city, he had come a long way! He was trading Japan for the states and couldn't feel more at home! The Airport was familiar, the weather was nice and the arena was a sight he had seen many times, only difference now was he was competing here!

Clyde had heard a little bit about Bengal and knew she was a real knockout in more ways than one. Easy on the eyes but real mean in the ring! He wasn't intimidated at all. He could take her. He had to! His hometown was only about an hour down the highway! As far as Clyde knew, He had to win!

Spoiler

"And her opponent... from Liberty, Texas..!!!" At the mention of Liberty, a small town just down the road, the crowd erupted and got to their feet with cheers.

...standing five feet seven inches, and weighing 150 pounds...CLYDE! GASTIN!!!"

And Clyde was out on the stage, all grins as he marched down the ramp, highfiving fans on the way down and firing finger guns to a cheering hometown capacity crowd before he slipped into the ring for a fist raise at the corner before he turned to face Bengal, giving her a coy little up and down look before winking at her.

"Hey there ! Hope you're ready ta' tussle honey, 'Cause Clyde Gastin gotta give the hometown folks a show!" Clyde said and raised a fist towards his foe as he sought to give her a friendly hype up!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal gave her opponent a quick once-over, from his tousled blonde hair to his high lace-up boots. She didn't return his raised fist gesture, however. Instead, she tossed her head dismissively, raising one hand to inspect her sharpened nails. "Huh," she drawled, feigning surprise. "I thought everything was supposed to be bigger in Texas. But you're about the same size as me. How disappointing."

She held her nails up a little higher, so their glossy black surface would catch the arena lights, then clenched her fingers into a threatening claw. "I hope you're big where it counts, at least," she finished, licking her lips lewdly, as the referee motioned both fighters to their corners. The raucous applause for Clyde continued, mixing together with the sound of the opening bell a few moments later. DING-DING!

Bengal exploded out of the corner, immediately closing the distance to her opponent. The Tiger might not have had too many kind words for this Texas native, but she did agree with him on one thing: the crowd tonight deserved a real show. That meant action, not endless circling and posturing. She thrust her arm out at a right angle to her body, as if she was going for a lariat - but this was just a feint. At the last second, the arm dropped down and back as Bengal shot out her foot, lashing out with a snap kick aimed at Clyde's midsection! She'd taken notice of her opponent's impressive abdominal muscles during his entrance, and decided to target them first.

[Rawg]

"Tch." Clyde huffed as his opponent seemed to so rudely dismiss him! Not cool. She wont' be checking her nails so casually after this bout. He Bounced freely on his toes as he sought to ready himself up. He felt already a little fired up by her dismissal of him and he was going to prove her wrong.

"Yeah? Well..." He had a good comeback. He swore.

But before he could start, Bengal had added that she hoped he was big where it counted. The sudden lick of her lips caught Clyde off guard and it didnt take long before Clyde put two and two together. His eyes went wide and his face flushed deep red at how suddenly lewd and forward Bengal was. He gulped as his heart raced. Bengal was a hot alluring vixen but he wasn't here for that!

The bell rang and Clyde got his hands up while Bengal rushed!

"Ah!?"

He gasped and tried to meet the Tiger half way for an expected lockup that never came. Clyde quickly prepared for a lariat and paid for it with falling for a feint!

"GUH!" Her kick tagged Clyde and he doubled over, holding his stomach as he groaned, winded from the sudden shot to his tight abs.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal’s kick slipped in just under Clyde’s guard, and she felt her boot connect with the other fighter’s toned midsection. A jolt ran through her leg as the Texan doubled over, groaning with pain. The Tiger smirked with satisfaction; her opening ploy had worked perfectly. Moreover, she’d noticed the way the young man had flushed and stammered at her earlier remark, momentarily losing his composure. That was a thread worth pulling on, Bengal thought. Man or woman, breaking her opponents down was always so much more enjoyable if she could get them all hot and bothered first.

“Awww, what’s the matter, cowboy?” she crooned, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Did I get you in the saddlebags?” She laughed at her own joke, before seizing onto Clyde’s wrist, viciously twisting it while she planted her foot upon his jaw. “Look on the bright side,” she continued, as her opponent struggled in her grasp. “When I end your career tonight…at least you’ll have a short drive home!” With that, she pitched her own body backward, using gravity to increase her momentum as she thrust out her leg. Unless Clyde could find some way to escape, the local lad was about to suffer a head-on collision with Bengal’s foot stomp facebreaker - better known as the Eat Defeat!

Foot Stomp Facebreaker / Eat Defeat

[Rawg]

Clyde sneered as Bengal taunted him with her cooing voice. He laugh just irked him more, he would teach her a lesson on taunting so early but before he could she got his wrist and twisted him up, Clyde would wince immediately.

“Ah!” The sharp bind made him writhe in place , looking Bengal in the eyes as she threatened to end his career of all things!

“The hell!?” Clyde snapped back before sharply pulled down as Bengal dropped, dragged Clyde down too… Straight into Bengal’s foot that thrusted up to meet his jaw!

“BWUUUGHH!!” The blow shot Clyde’s head up like he took an uppercut, the blonde’s eyes rolling up before he flopped to the canvas in a heap, eyes wide open but vacant as he stared up at the lights…

“Guhh….”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal loomed over her fallen opponent, waving her hand mockingly in front of his blankly staring eyes. “Yoohoo…can you hear me, cowboy? Is anybody home on the range?” She clicked her tongue with disappointment when Clyde made no reply. The young man’s head lolled limply to the side, plastering his blonde hair across his sweat-streaked forehead.

“Are you falling asleep on me? Looking up at those big, bright stars?” she continued, taking a few steps back for a running start. “Maybe this will wake you up, then!” She sprinted forward, leaped high in the air over Clyde, then kicked her legs out in opposite directions. She seemed to hang in the air for a long moment, silhouetted by the strobing flashes of the cameras in the stands. Then she plummeted down again, aiming to pulverize her opponent’s heaving chest with a Split-Leg Drop!

If her aerial assault succeeded, it would put her in the perfect position for an early pin attempt. The referee dropped down to count, while Bengal hooked Clyde’s legs, bending his body at a right angle like a carpenter’s square. “ONE!” The fans were on their feet, stomping and clapping, trying to rouse him. Even though things had gotten off to a rough start, this Texas crowd was still firmly in support of their hometown hero.

Split-Leg Drop

[Rawg]

Clyde had been downed and floored by Bengal's attack. With Clyde's face limply rolling along the canvas while Bengal loomed over him smugly after laying him out already and so easily. He was indeed seeing stars as he gazed up at his foe before she took off for the ropes and then returned at full speed, leaping into the air and coming down hard, legs and hips first across Clyde's heaving chest with the split leg drop!!

"OOUGH!!!" Clyde coughed spittle from his wide open mouth as Bengal crushed him! His legs shooting up before flopping to the canvas, his legs then were caught and hooked rather quickly with a humiliatingl fold up!

"Uuuh..."

TWO!!

The blonde heard the second count and the roar of the crowd, snapping to his senses, he kicked and turned! Breaking the pin just before three as he twisted under Bengal, breaking the pin while shifting between her legs.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The referee's hand descended for a third and final time. Bengal was so confident that she had the fight won, she was already planning where she would get some barbecue to celebrate her victory - when suddenly, Clyde shifted underneath her, tossing the Tiger away and breaking the pin before the official's palm could touch the canvas. "No fall! Two-count!" the official declared, raising a pair of fingers into the air.

Bengal's eyes narrowed skeptically, but she knew better than to waste time debating the referee's count speed. Besides, even if it hadn't won her the match, a two-count this early was a statement all on its own. "Pathetic. Are you even trying, cowboy?" she sneered, quickly rising back to her feet. "Maybe you like getting beaten up by beautiful women, huh? Pervert!" She chuckled darkly, then strode toward the corner. "Don't say that I never did anything for you!" she called, scrambling up the ropes to perch on the topmost turnbuckle. Secure in her vantage point, she cast her orange eyes haughtily over the ring, like a monarch surveying her domain from a high mountaintop. Then she let out an earsplitting roar and pounced into the air, pumping her elbows and knees together. The Tiger soared across the ring in a parabolic arc, aiming to crash down on top of her opponent with a devastating crossbody Frog Splash!

Frog Splash

[Rawg]

Clyde had been floored by Bengal but managed to stay in the fight. His chest slowly rose and fell as she towered over him with sly, smug taunts about her beauty and her beating him up.

“Uufh…” He groaned with a flush of his cheeks at her taunts even as she called him pervert.

He tried to recover on the mat while she went for the corner, he could see where she was going and tried his best to muster the will to spring back to his feet just as Bengal began her mighty cry of dominance.

Clyde took off from the mat, to his feet and sprung to the corner, hurrying up the turnbuckle and trying to snag Bengal’s arm before dropping down to try flinging her right off the turnbuckle for an armdrag off the top rope!!!