A Tale of Two Tigers: Bengal VS. Ruby Morrison

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just as Ruby's arm fell for the third and final time, Bengal suddenly flicked her hand out, propping up the Tigress' limb with her own. A knockout win at such an early juncture wasn't satisfying; she wanted this copycat to really suffer. She released the sleeper hold and grabbed the other wrestler's lifeless wrist, puppeteering Ruby's arm to make it look as if she was waving at the referee. "Omigod ref, look! She's OK after all. What a relief," the Blaze Tiger exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness.

The official stopped her count, looking bemusedly at the Indian woman. But the count was broken nevertheless, and the match continued. Bengal held Ruby up by the front of her leotard, slapping the Tigress across the face repeatedly - first with the palm of her hand, then the back. Maybe she was doing it to rouse her opponent from her stupor, or perhaps she just enjoyed it. Most likely, a little of both. Unfortunately, her opponent remained unconscious, refusing to rise. I thought slapping her on the cheeks would wake her up, Bengal thought, feeling stymied. Well, nobody said that it had to be the cheeks on her face...

With that, Bengal shoved her opponent onto her own knee, and began spanking Ruby across her shapely rear! The sharp report of her slaps echoed through the stands, making many of the fans wince. "Rise and shine, Ruby!" the Blaze Tiger shouted triumphantly, punctuating her blows between the words. "Time - for - round - two!"

[Weonna]

Ruby’s world was still a void of darkness when the first sharp slap landed across her rear. The loud, echoing smack jolted through her unconscious body, sending a ripple through her thick, shapely backside. Her cheeks wobbled under the impact, the sheer force of Bengal’s hand making her plush flesh bounce hypnotically.

Another stinging slap followed.

SMACK!

Her rear quivered again, the audience gasping as the repeated strikes made her toned yet curvaceous backside jiggle with every punishing hit.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Every jolt sent ripples through Ruby's curvaceous figure, her toned glutes quivering with each impact. The battered Tigress's leotard crept higher, revealing even more of her enticing silhouette, while the marks of Bengal's red hand began to emerge on her cheeks!

The crowd was half-mesmerized, half-shocked, watching as the once-dominant Tigress was reduced to a plaything in Bengal’s grasp!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal continued her assault, spanking the same spot again and again, until she'd left a scarlet imprint in the shape of her hand on Ruby's buttocks. The Blaze Tiger had marked her territory, and nobody in the arena was going to dispute her. She stopped to admire her handiwork, as the half-awake Tigress slumped forward on her knee, her leotard riding up her backside in a revealing fashion. Several fans in the front row were getting more than their money's worth tonight.

Bengal wasn't going to let them enjoy the spectacle for long, however. She dumped Ruby off her knee and stood up, looking down at the redhead like a piece of garbage she'd accidentally trodden on. Then she seized her stunned opponent by the ankles, dragging her into the center of the ring. The Tiger began to twirl her own body around like a top, whipping the Canadian into a Giant Swing!

It took some time and effort for the smaller Bengal to generate enough force to lift Ruby off the canvas, but the Tigress wasn't exactly in a position to resist. Once she had the swing going, her opponent's weight generated its own momentum. Ruby's rust-colored hair whipped wildly around her head as she spun in endless circles, helpless to do anything but wait for Bengal to release her. Even then, her "freedom" would bring her nothing but a painful fall onto the canvas.

[Weonna]

Ruby was barely aware of her body being dragged across the mat, her limbs still heavy and unresponsive after the brutal spanking she’d endured. The sting on her rear still radiated with an unbearable heat, a clear, humiliating reminder of Bengal’s dominance so far. Her leotard, already tugged high, did little to protect her pride, exposing just how mercilessly Bengal had left her mark.

She had no time to stew in her anger—because suddenly, the mat disappeared from beneath her.

The world became a blur.

Ruby felt her legs swing upward, her back leaving the canvas as Bengal spun her like a ragdoll, twisting her entire body into the dreaded Giant Swing.

"Fuck—!"

Her curse was lost in the roaring wind, her head whipping violently as she spun. The arena lights turned into streaks, the crowd a swirling mess of colors, her own body a helpless projectile.

Faster.

And faster.

Her stomach twisted into knots, nausea creeping in as the dizzying force of the spin threatened to send her consciousness spiraling again.

Her arms flopped uselessly, her legs flailing, her powerful frame—once so commanding—now nothing more than dead weight in Bengal’s grip.

Ruby gritted her teeth, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Bengal had all the momentum now. The only thing Ruby could do was brace for impact—because the moment the Blaze Tiger let go, she knew exactly what was coming.

And then—she was airborne.

Bengal released her mid-spin, sending Ruby hurtling through the air, her muscular frame twisting helplessly as she careened toward the mat.

BOOM!

The impact rattled the ring, Ruby’s entire back and shoulders SLAMMING into the canvas with sickening force.

A sharp gasp ripped from her lips as her body bounced once, her chest heaving, her curvy form left sprawled out in a helpless heap.

Her arms flopped outward, her legs spread slightly, her breath ragged as she lay stunned, motionless.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal let go of Ruby's ankles, swaying drunkenly for a moment as she steadied herself. Her surroundings continued to blur and spin, even though she had stopped moving. She might have overdone it on the Giant Swing, she reflected. But the effect the over-the-top move had on Ruby was arguably worth it. The Tigress lay in a limp pile on the canvas, looking like a discarded stuffed animal that had been poorly treated by a careless child. Bengal stalked toward her, stooped low, then wrenched the redhead up by the scruff of her neck, lifting Ruby across her shoulders into a Fireman's Carry.

"I've heard that cats always land on their feet," she informed Ruby, as the other woman's jaw dropped open slackly. "Let's see how much of a Tigress you really are!" With the larger body draped over her shoulders, Bengal looked like a primitive hunter returning from a successful foray. The difference was, she didn't plan to treat her fallen prey with nearly as much respect. Instead, she thrust up her taut arms and leaned to the side, dumping Ruby over the top rope.

"Happy landings!" Bengal called out, looking after her fellow feline as she fell, eager to see if her theory was correct. Of course, she couldn't see how anyone could land on their feet after taking a spin like that. She'd be surprised if Ruby could still tell which direction her feet even were.

[Weonna]

The Tigress was still reeling from the Giant Swing, her stomach twisted in knots, the world around her a nauseating swirl of lights and colors. Her muscles felt heavy, her limbs unresponsive as she gasped for air, sprawled out like a ragdoll in the center of the ring.

Then—suddenly—she was airborne again.

Bengal’s fingers dug into the scruff of her neck, wrenching her upward, forcing her limp body across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Ruby’s head lolled back, her lips parted slightly as her dazed eyes blinked sluggishly. She could barely register what was happening, her body too disoriented from the previous abuse.

Ruby barely had time to process the words coming out of her opponent before she felt Bengal thrust her up—and then DROP her.

Her stomach lurched as she was dumped over the top rope, her body spinning wildly in free fall!

The rush of air filled her ears, her red hair whipping around her face, the crowd gasping loudly as she tumbled downward!

Her senses screamed, but her body was still too dazed to react properly. She twisted awkwardly, her legs flailing as she tried desperately to reorient herself—but Bengal had been right.

There was no way she was landing on her feet.

CRASH!

Ruby’s shoulder and hip SLAMMED against the edge of the ring apron before she toppled onto the floor with a heavy thud, her body bouncing slightly upon impact.

A sharp cry of pain ripped from her throat.

She landed hard her spine screaming from the unforgiving apron collision, her entire side throbbing from where she had struck the floor.

She lay sprawled out on the outside, one arm clutching her hip, her other hand gripping the floor as she tried to force herself to move.

The arena spun violently, her vision swimming from the devastating landing.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal smirked as she watched Ruby careen to the floor, ricocheting off the ring apron like a pinball off a bumper. Her hypothesis had been correct. The wannabe "Tigress" had landed on a few different parts of her body - her shoulders, her hips, and finally her spine - but certainly not her feet. The Indian woman's smile abruptly vanished, however, as the referee began to count Ruby out: "One! Two!"

That was no good. In her haste to humiliate Ruby, Bengal had forgotten about the rules of the match. Defeating the Tigress via count-out disqualification would be a victory, technically - but she wasn't about to let her opponent off that easily. She quickly ducked out of the ring and hopped down to the floor, making sure to stomp on top of the redhead as she came down. As the official continued counting, Bengal hoisted the stunned woman up and rolled her back under the bottom rope. Then she clambered to the top of the ring post, where she crouched like a gargoyle on the turnbuckle, eyeing her supine opponent.

"Time for a lesson, little cub," Bengal called down to Ruby, though she wasn't sure if the Tigress could even hear her anymore. "Let me show you how a REAL tiger makes a landing!" She pounced off the turnbuckle, furiously pumping her arms and legs together in midair, before crashing down across Ruby's busty chest with a Frog Splash!

[Weonna]

Ruby barely had time to suck in a breath before Bengal’s boot stomped down onto her body, forcing a sharp wheeze from her lips. The Blaze Tiger had no intention of letting her recover, shoving her back into the ring like she was tossing a broken doll onto a pile of garbage.

Ruby rolled limply under the bottom rope, her curvy frame settling flat on the mat, her chest rising and falling erratically as she struggled for air.

Her entire body ached, her spine throbbing from the fall, her hip bruised, her vision still spinning.

But even through the dazed fog, she felt it—

A presence above her.

Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, and through the blur, she saw Bengal perched high on the turnbuckle, poised like a predator ready to pounce.

Bengal’s voice echoed through the arena—right before she launched herself off the top rope.

Ruby’s glazed green eyes widened slightly, her limbs twitching weakly as she braced herself—

But there was no escaping.

Bengal’s body torqued through the air, arms and legs pumping like a feral beast, before she came crashing down.

BOOM!

Ruby’s entire chest caved in under the impact, her huge, pillowy breasts compressing violently beneath Bengal’s weight.

Her mouth flew open, but no sound came—only a silent, agonized gasp, as all the air was completely driven from her lungs.

Her legs kicked up slightly from the force, her body twitching uncontrollably, before she collapsed back flat against the mat, her limbs shaking violently.

Her arms trembled, fingers spasming uselessly, her legs quivering from the sheer shockwave of pain that pulsed through her torso.

Her head lolled to the side, her lips parted weakly, struggling desperately to inhale.

She couldn't breathe.

Her busty chest barely moved, her entire body wracked with convulsions, her nerves overwhelmed by the brutal impact.

The crowd erupted, some in awe, some in pity as the once dominant Tigress lay beneath her opponent, motionless except for the occasional twitch!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was lying atop her motionless opponent, but she got up before the referee could even start the three-count. She didn't want to end things just yet. Instead, she basked in the moment, savoring the shocked reaction of the crowd. If an elbow drop was enough to get that kind of rise from them, they were going to hate this next part. She flipped the Tigress over with the point of her boot, then pulled her onto her knees. Then she began circling her hapless victim, as if inspecting her for clues to some unspoken mystery.

"A real tiger should have claws," she said, holding up her own powerful hands, fingers tipped with sharpened nails. "I'll show you mine!" She launched into her Blaze Barrage finisher, repeatedly slashing Ruby across the chest, until the Canadian's front was covered with scratch marks, and her elegant striped singlet had been reduced to ragged shreds. The rowdy fans hooted and whistled as more of the Tigress' luscious body was revealed. At the start of the match, Ruby had been able to raise her arms to protect herself from a similar attack - but now, she didn't even have the energy to raise a finger. Bengal's onslaught came to its grand finale, as she kicked her opponent onto her back, then jumped onto Ruby's cat-scratched chest with a crushing Banzai Drop!

[Weonna]

Ruby barely registered the feeling of being flipped onto her stomach, her limbs heavy, her breaths shallow. Her body was too battered, too drained to resist as Bengal hauled her onto her knees, positioning her like a broken offering before the crowd.

She could hear the cheers and jeers around her, but they were distant, muffled—like she was underwater, sinking deeper with every second.

Then came Bengal’s voice, mocking, taunting, dripping with cruel amusement.

Ruby’s glazed green eyes barely flickered open before—

The first slash tore across her chest.

A sharp, stinging pain jolted through her, but she had no strength to react, no will left to even flinch.

Another slash, then another—Bengal’s sharpened nails ripping into her soft flesh, leaving behind thin, angry red lines.

Ruby’s singlet, once pristine and bold, was shredded apart, each brutal swipe tearing away more fabric, exposing more of her battered body to the ravenous crowd.

Hoots, whistles, and gasps filled the air as the once mighty Tigress sat there, completely vulnerable, completely at Bengal’s mercy.

But Ruby couldn't fight back. She couldn't lift her arms, couldn't defend herself—not against the Blaze Barrage, not against anything.

Her body was limp, absorbing the abuse like a ragdoll, her head bobbing lifelessly with each vicious strike.

THWACK!

A powerful kick sent her toppling onto her back, her shredded singlet barely clinging to her, her curvy, sweat-slicked body sprawled out, chest rising and falling weakly.

Through the haze, she saw Bengal looming above her, saw the predatory gleam in her eyes.

And then—

Bengal jumped.

Ruby had just enough awareness left to realize what was coming—just enough to let out a soft, ragged breath—before Bengal came CRASHING DOWN.

BOOM!

Bengal’s full weight slammed into Ruby’s ravaged chest, her entire torso caving in from the sheer impact.

Ruby’s legs jerked violently, her arms flopping outward in a spread eagle position, her mouth falling open in a silent cry.

Then—nothing.

The Tigress's eyes rolled egg white, her limbs twitched once, then fell completely still.

Her head lolled to the side, her eyes fluttering shut, her body motionless beneath Bengal’s victorious frame.

The crowd erupted, watching as the Tigress lay there, knocked out cold, her luscious frame sprawled in complete defeat.