The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 11: The Tiger's Cage (vs Bengal)

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami had the Tiger's number, and all was seemingly going according to the Prima Donna's plan as she expertly checked the Indian woman's kick before delivering one of her own that left her gasping for air. Ami smirked as she watched Bengal wheeze and stumble, dropping to a knee as she was once more brought down by a foe she perceived as inferior, the audience cheering for Ami's valiant display in the face of a treacherous, arrogant opponent. She hopped on her feet, goading Bengal to stand back up and fight like she had before, not giving chase after the woman as she wanted to beat her on equal terms.

However, the seething Tiger wasn't a fan of the plucky rookie's attitude, opting to LUNGE forward to close the gap between them before swiping her arms around Ami's waist. A tackle attempt? No, this was a BEARHUG!!! An unorthodox submission move in an MMA scenario, but effective nonetheless, as Ami was caught off-guard.

"Ghk-...Lemme go, lemme GO-..." She said, her legs flailing as her arms were busy trying to pry herself free from Bengal's tightening grip. The pressure being exerted on her waist was felt from the start, and Ami knew that this could have disastrous effects on her if she didn't stop it here and now. She pulled one of her legs back as far as she could before sending it forward, ramming it into Bengal's stomach with as much force as possible, aiming to tack a little more damage on her body. Fortunately for the Prima Donna, Bengal only snatched her by the waist, leaving her arms free! When Ami couldn't pry herself from the Tiger's grasp, she grabbed Bengal by the shoulder with one hand to keep her aim steady before raising her other fist, sending it rocketing right into the Indian woman's cheek, nailing her with a solid hook. "Let...me-...GO!" She said, punctuating every syllable with another stiff jab.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's bearhug proved successful, as she easily grabbed and lifted her lighter opponent. Perhaps the Prima Donna had been caught off-guard by this type of submission, since such moves were so rare within the octagon. As an MMA rookie, however, Bengal had little concept of what a "common" move even was. Her accomplishment here had mostly been a stroke of dumb luck.

She reveled in it anyway, squeezing Ami's lithe body like a tube of toothpaste. The Prima Donna's dainty feet kicked helplessly in the air, as her hips thrashed and bucked beneath her glittery skirt. Soon, she began begging for release, pleading for Bengal to let her go. In the Tiger's experience, that usually meant the end of the match was close at hand.

She leaned forward into the hold, racking Ami's spine. Then she began to nibble on the other woman's neck, sinking her sharp teeth in just above the shoulder strap of the Prima Donna's top. She could taste the sweat beading on Ami's pale skin as she struggled to free herself. "I'll let you go," the Tiger teased, releasing her bite for a moment to whisper into Ami's ear, "When you go limp!"

But again, Bengal had misunderstood the situation. Ami's whispered "Let me go," wasn't a plea - it was a warning. The young fighter's quiet tones suddenly swelled into a roar, as she blasted her captor's ribs with her knee. That was followed by a savage right cross that cracked across the Tiger's face like a tamer's whip. She dropped her opponent and stepped away, her plans foiled once more. Bengal had been just as blindsided by Ami's strikes as the Prima Donna had been by her bearhug. But the Tiger really shouldn't have been so surprised; in hindsight, it was her own damn fault for failing to secure Ami's arms. She vowed to herself not to make the same mistake a second time.

[Misfit_Alien]

Bengal's hold over the Prima Donna had been broken, as the plucky brunette barraged her foe with a few heavy-handed blows, silencing another of her opponent's wave of snarky, snippy comments meant to crush the Prima Donna's spirits by belittling her, but Ami wasn't having it.

She began socking the Tiger upside her cheek to stun and force the Indian woman to release her...all this after nailing her in the ribs again, making good use out of the damage she had set into Bengal's side before. Yet after freeing herself, Ami stopped, pulling away instead of capitalizing on her advantage as she had to catch her breath...but this wasn't a result of the bearhug...Ami's face was reddening, her cheeks flush with a tinge of crimson beneath her skin, all while she was panting heavily, nursing the spot where Bengal nibbled at her. She could feel the stinging, burning sensation of the woman's arrogant glare searing into the back of her mind as she dominantly sank her teeth into the Prima Donna's flesh, her amber brown skin glistening under the light, her confidence revived after being stifled twice before like nothing happened, toying with her food as she gave Ami a 'taste test' of sorts while crushing her.

"Fuck-...", Ami thought to herself as a chilling idea rolled through the Prima Donna's mind...although it was far more of a 'fantasy' than anything else as she found herself absorbed into the moment, recalling every detail perfectly as she felt her eyes roll up into her head for a second. Just before she struck Bengal with that hammer fist, she hesitated; the tingling sensation left by the Indian woman's teeth marks affected her greatly, briefly overwhelming her for a moment before she struck away at the Tiger. She freed herself, landing with her feet on the canvas, but she stumbled away...her head clearly not focused on the fight.

Ami had escaped, but now her mind was spinning...not from the pain or the awkwardness, but from the arousal she was beginning to feel. It was her worst nightmare, and her mind was totally wandering. What the brunette failed to notice is that her reaction was being gauged...studied by the prying eyes of the Tiger from afar. She was so lost in her head for a moment that she hadn't wondered if Bengal caught notice of her reddening cheeks. She tried to snap out of it, picking her gloves up and gunning for Bengal, trying to close the gap and strike her with another flurry of blows until-

DING!!!

The bell had sounded...and like that, the first round had come to a close as Ami had stopped just short of engaging with Bengal again, their bodies and faces mere inches apart from one another. She caught the woman's gaze, looking partly flustered and annoyed before letting out an irritated scoff and turning away, walking back to her corner where her second was prepping the stool for her to sit and rest on...and Ami would need it to try and clear her mind of all that had just happened...

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Another minute or so passed in a blur of action. Bengal kept trying to break her opponent's guard, but was thwarted time and time again. The Tiger seemingly had no answer to Ami's lethal speed. Every time she tried to approach, she caught another flurry of counter-blows. The small jabs didn't do much individually, but it was death by a thousand cuts, and the damage was starting to add up.

The Tiger's only consolation was that, as she watched the Prima Donna duck and weave, she noticed that her opponent's face was beginning to redden. Good, she's finally getting tired, Bengal thought to herself, misinterpreting Ami's flushed reaction. Keep it up, diva. You can't last forever.

Bengal herself was no exception to that rule, though. She had hoped that, given time, she'd recover from the way she spent herself so recklessly at the beginning of the match. That clearly wasn't true, though. Instead of getting better, the heaviness in her arms was growing worse as the fight wore on. Her legs felt like jelly, and when she heard the sharp sound of the bell, she nearly tripped over her own feet with surprise. So much for her supposed catlike grace.

Why had the bell rung already? The Tiger knew she was on the backfoot, but she hadn't lost yet. Then she remembered: round breaks! She'd only been half-listening when her manager had explained them, but right now Bengal was desperate for any kind of relief. She took to her corner and leaned back on the stool, her breathing ragged. Her second tried to attend to the small cuts on her face, but she shoved him rudely away, baring her teeth with a snarl.

Nearby, she could see the judges, conversing with each other at a long table. They must be discussing how many points to award each fighter, Bengal realized. If the Tiger was a judge, she'd award herself every point she could, and disqualify Ami for her tacky outfit. But she had a sinking feeling that the officiating staff wouldn't see things her way.

What was her current score, anyway? She considered asking the judges directly, but that would make her look even more like a newbie. Whatever it was, she had to improve her position next round. How could she do that, though, when she didn't even know how many points each move was worth? Why did she have so much trouble paying attention to her manager? These questions weighed heavily on her mind, and she passed the rest of the minute-long break in sullen silence, before rising to confront Ami in the center of the ring once again.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami sat down in her corner, feeling confident about her performance in the round for the most part. She landed more concrete hits than Bengal, and she threw more as well. Still, she was a tad worried that the Tiger had caught on to her reaction following that gentle neck bite and much less gentle Bearhug. She felt chills down her spine, and she struggled to get thoughts about Bengal out of her head. She couldn't let this turn into another Toshimi Minami situation...she had to FOCUS. Ami couldn't dwell on whether Bengal knew or not. She just had to hope that, for her sake, the Tiger was unaware. For now, there was a fight to be had as the seconds cleared out and both women rose to their feet.

DING!!! - ROUND 2

The bell rings and the fight resumes, with Ami meeting Bengal in the center, gloves ready in a defensive posture, remaining light on her feet as she bounces on the tips of her toes. They get closer and closer, but Ami pipes up for a moment to speak. "You seem frustrated...what? Upset that you failed to leave me laid out in a single round? Sorry for ruining your big debut-..." She said, getting snippy with Bengal, trying to reestablish a strict dynamic of antagonism between herself and the woman, not wanting to allow that fantasy from before to cloud her thoughts...although she couldn't help but stare at the Tiger's form. If she weren't so rude, Ami would've found her attractive. Well, that was a bold-faced lie. Ami DID find her attractive, but she'd never admit it, certainly not in front of Bengal, let alone a crowd of onlookers watching their every move.

Ami tightened her fists as she stared back at Bengal, taking a breath before she decided to go on the offensive, rushing Bengal down with a few quick jabs aimed at her face before lifting her leg and trying to smack her opponent upside her thigh with a swift side kick! Depending on Bengal's reaction, Ami would decide between two courses of action...either tackle her opponent into the cage and try to corner her, or go for a takedown and try to surprise her with some grappling to throw her off.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal tried to keep her composure as she approached her opponent, gloves raised. But when Ami mentioned her "debut", the Tiger totally lost her cool. "Ruin my...I'm gonna ruin YOU, you stupid little Malibu Barbie!" she shrieked, stomping her bare foot in a childish manner. Ironically, even though Bengal was the older of the two fighters, her opponent was the one acting more mature.

There was a part of the Tiger that felt bad about her threat to "ruin" Ami, though - a small, secret part of her, buried somewhere she couldn't quite reach. The Prima Donna's attitude was infuriating, but Bengal had to admit that her body was attractive enough, with perfectly proportioned curves and elegant features. It would be like some vandal trying to deliberately destroy a beautiful piece of artwork. Like trying to burn a priceless painting.

Bengal's mind flashed back to the night she left Kolkata, in a way that was neither wanted, nor expected. The shouts and the fighting. The flick of her lighter. The east wing of her parents' mansion, wreathed in orange flames. The long run through the dark, scaling the compound walls...she shook her head, as if she was clearing away flies. Why think about these memories now, of all possible times? She needed to focus on the future, not the past.

Ami was already wading toward her, throwing more jabs. The Tiger fended those off easily enough, but the Prima Donna's kick to her thigh was a different story. WHAP! Bengal blocked the kick with her own shin guard, learning from her opponent's example. It was still a jarring impact though, and she staggered back, pins and needles running through her leg. Maybe she should have invested in more padding, but it was likely just the other woman's sheer strength. The hit left her unable to use her legs for the time being, so Bengal used an arm move to retaliate, throwing a blistering knife-edge chop at Ami's narrow neck!

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami's kick landed true, striking the Tiger upside her leg and forcing her into a state of limited mobility. This was good. If she could keep Bengal slow and off-rhythm, then setting up for a swift knockout or surprise submission hold would be perfect. Ami could see it now...she had a vision in her mind, a plan, and now it was time to take the next step toward achieving it...

However, what she hadn't anticipated was for Bengal to react so hastily, as that Knife-Edge chop, another unorthodox move in an MMA environment, would catch the Prima Donna Darling off guard in the worst way possible. She sees Bengal's arm move, she KNOWS something is about to hit her, but between her frazzled state of mind that nibble last round paired with the frustrating allure created by Bengal's presence and the subsequent strange fixations and fantasies about the Indian woman troubling her thoughts, Ami was slow to react.

In a shocking twist that even the audience gasped at, Bengal's strike landed cleanly across Ami's neck, stunning her with the move as she gasped and gagged, suddenly losing the breath in her body for a moment and staggering off to the side as she shielded her neck from further harm, turtling up as she brought her arms together, shrinking away from the Tiger as she wobbled. She panted and wheezed, her breathing being thrown off as her vision swirled, blurring for a second. She was stuck looking at the ground, every bit of breath she took in hurt, and she was like a deer in the headlights. A moment of panic spurring a retaliatory strike proved to be the jackpot Bengal needed, as her quick thinking to strike back had resulted in her halting her younger foe's momentum full-stop, leaving Ami to pause dead in her tracks, now suddenly wounded and wailing with sharp winces and labored breaths...

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As if in slow motion, Bengal saw Ami's eyes flicker, beginning to track the Tiger's hand in midair. She was sure that the Prima Donna was about to dodge - yet her strike connected anyway! There was a sharp smack of skin on skin, and the smaller woman stumbled away, clutching her throat and gurgling. Bengal's height advantage had made the throat chop even more devastating, giving the Tiger the perfect angle to swing her arm at full speed.

It should have been a satisfying moment for Bengal, after the way her opponent had been running circles around her all match. And yet, the Indian woman couldn't shake a nagging worry in the back of her mind. Why hadn't Ami been able to dodge, anyway? The younger fighter had clearly recognized what the Tiger was about to do.

Bengal thought she had seen a flash of some emotion in her foe's hazel eyes, the instant before her chop landed. Was it fear? Yes, fear, that must be it. She's finally learning to be scared of me, the Tiger thought, gratified. At least she has that much sense! As per usual, the Tiger had a keen eye for detail. But when it came to affairs of the heart, she was hopeless.

Another detail she had noticed: Ami had trouble with countering unconventional moves, techniques that might be more common in a wrestling ring than the octagon. The Prima Donna was no doubt experienced at MMA, but her singular focus had its costs. Could Bengal exploit that? She had to at least try, the Tiger reasoned. It seemed like an effective strategy, certainly more effective than anything she'd done during the first round.

She surged forward, hunching over Ami and pinning her arms to her sides. Then she reached down and folded up the Cali girl's knees, lifting her upside down. "Package delivery!" Bengal taunted, flexing her knees. She squatted up and down a few times, showing off how easily she could lift her lighter opponent. As Ami's skirt flapped around her legs, causing the referee to look away blushing, Bengal sneakily bit her opponent once again - this time, right on the Prima Donna's shapely rear end! She worried at the skin for a second, before breaking away. "Mmm...looks like someone sent me a sweet treat," she declared, licking her lips lewdly, before attempting to spike Ami's head against the canvas with a Package Piledriver!

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[Misfit_Alien]

Between the pain swirling in her neck, the conflicting feelings in her heart, and the strange fantasies in her mind, Ami was spiraling in the worst way possible. She was performing so well in the first round, and now it felt as if she was lagging behind severely. She had everything scouted...she was far better equipped to handle a fight like this, but her opponent's unorthodox strategies and attacks left her guessing even still. Ami believed this was a sorely humiliating outcome...but what the Prima Donna hadn't realized was that she was barely at the tip of the iceberg when it came to suffering embarrassment at the hands of the Tiger...

After the hit made contact and Ami stumbled away, Bengal clearly smelled blood in the water, much like a shark looking for its next meal. And similarly to the underwater beast of the sea, Bengal constantly kept on the move, chasing after that next rush, that new golden opportunity to establish herself as a dominant figure at her opponent's expense, and here Ami was, presented to her on a silver platter, limping away like a wounded gazelle...a delectable snack for the Tiger to savor. As her ego swelled and her mind spun with thoughts of grandeur and arrogance, Bengal proceeded like a war chief, marching across the cage and cornering Ami much like how she was last round.

Even with those few moments of hesitation and confusion stirring within her heart, it wasn't enough to keep the Indian woman from securing her prey and subsequently punishing her for sullying her first foray into the world of mixed martial arts. With nothing to stop her, she pounced upon the lightweight, wrapping her arms around Ami and forcing her to bend over. The brunette struggled and squirmed, but in her weakened state, there wasn't anything she could do to stop Bengal from overpowering her. She felt the dark tan woman's glistening, sweat-coated body pressing against her, causing her to shudder and grimace...but not with abject disgust. She was shivering partly because this kind of close contact turned her on. Admittedly, it was quite the arousing moment, but Ami HATED that it was Bengal who made her feel this way...or-...did she? Those conflicting feelings were once again clouding her emotions. On one hand, the woman was rude, abrasive, egotistical, and unruly...on the other...she looked incredibly hot, she had this unparalleled sense of self and confidence...and even when she was outmatched or losing, she picks herself right back up and just arrogantly marches back to the beat of her own drum.

If they weren't fighting and had met on better terms, Ami might look at that DEFIANT attitude of hers in a different light...or maybe, she already was, as she could relate to the sentiment somewhat, though she wasn't as rude and dismissive as Bengal started out with. Then again, she didn't know the woman's history...and not to mention, she matched the woman's insults one-to-one, purely as a means of standing her own ground, but-...she proved that she could stoop to her opponent's level in a battle of sharp wits, taunts, mockery, and insults.

Why was she feeling like this? Why now? Why Bengal? Why HER?

And then, as she was lifted off her feet, she was suddenly given a hint at an answer as Bengal flipped her upside down into a Package Piledriver position. Fuck-...Ami knew EXACTLY what was coming next, especially given Bengal's choice of wording. How very on the nose...Was subtly even a word in this woman's vocabulary? It was so cheesy, it was comical. Yet, part of Ami felt like she might've actually laughed at that. It was just so...random and nonsensical. However, it didn't distract from the looming threat that was Bengal preparing to SLAM her down across the canvas at any...moment...

But-...that didn't happen...

Instead, what came next shocked the Prima Donna to her core, as the referee looked away when her skirt flipped over. All of Bengal's squatting, lifting Ami up and down like she was bench pressing her, had resulted in the lightweight brunette's skirt flipping over, revealing her skin-tight briefs underneath that connected to her sports skirt, revealing her soft and modest hips to the audience, but more importantly, to Bengal. Her cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink but what happened next made her face BURN with a bright shade of red as she felt Bengal's teeth softly dig into her skin, causing Ami's eyes to widen as she squirmed and yelped, legs trembling and body shaking violently, trying to break free with a sudden surge of resistance, but she was trapped in the air...trapped in the coiling arms of Bengal. She panicked and began to hyperventilate, feeling Bengal's teeth slowly pull away, and in one moment, everything went white...but not from the resulting slam...

In that moment of panic and mixed emotions, in a moment of embarrassment and bliss...Ami released a shameful moan of arousal and pleasure, stifling it as soon as she released it. The audience wouldn't hear; their murmurs were too loud, and they were too far. The referee wouldn't hear, for their hearing was mostly drowned out by the crowd, same goes for the corner teams and the judges...No-...the one and ONLY person who would be able to hear that sweet sound of desire escaping from the Prima Donna's lips...would be Bengal...and perhaps she wouldn't realize it yet, but after Ami was SLAMMED into the canvas, almost knocked out immediately as everything became blurred and the world began to dark around her, Bengal would be left there to examine her foe and react to what had just occurred MOMENTS before she slammed her down...left to marinate in what had transpired, what SHE caused to happen as Ami's body remained folded over, legs dangling over her head, face flush with red, a bit of saliva drooling down her cheek, her ponytail frayed and matted somewhat, her chest...supple and modest...heaving up and down as she panted heavily, and her curvy, fair-skinned rear still right in front of Bengal's face, now left with a bright red mark and a few indents from where she bit her...a marker...a sign...a testament.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal wasn't surprised that her piledriver was effective. After all, her larger stature made it child's play for her to crumple Ami up and slam the Prima Donna to the mat. What did surprise the Tiger was the noise that her opponent made on impact: a sort of reluctant, guilty moan. The brown-haired woman clamped her lips together as soon as the sound escaped, but Bengal had heard it. She frowned, confused. That hadn't sounded like a fear response. If it wasn't that, then -

A light bulb suddenly went off in the Tiger's head, as a catlike grin slowly spread between her ears. She leaned down, pinning and grape-vining Ami's wrists as she did, to prevent her opponent from retaliating. "OooOoh, you liked that, didn't you?" she crooned into her opponent's ear, pausing for a moment as she did so to nibble at her earlobe. "You little freak! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." For Bengal, her opponent's shameful secret was even more special if she was the only one who knew it. She could tease Ami about this forever, and no one else would even have a clue what she was talking about!

"If you liked that, though," she continued, straightening up so she could look into the other fighter's glazed-over eyes one last time. "You're gonna love this!" With that, she bent back down again, squashing Ami's trapped face between her breasts! The crowd booed uproariously, some of them actually getting up from their seats and starting to leave the arena in protest. After all, a breast smother was probably the most unorthodox (and unsportsmanlike) move that Bengal could possibly use within the octagon.

But for the Tiger, that was the whole point. A potential new gimmick was beginning to form in her shrewd mind. She could be someone who finished her MMA bout with embarrassing, deliberately out-of-place moves. She would break her opponents' spirits, as well as their bodies. It was all coming together now. Still, she couldn't get ahead of herself, she thought, as she leaned deeper into the smother. She had to actually win the fight first! If she could apply a tight seal, and cut off Ami's breathing, that wouldn't take too long...