L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Before Bengal could execute her Frog Splash, Clyde kipped to his feet, grabbing her by the wrist and bicep. The young man's lithe muscles rippled as he tossed the Tiger through the air, whipping her to the mat with an arm drag! It looked like a motion he'd practiced many times before, perhaps while moving around bales of hay on the family farm.

Bengal found herself planted in the exact same spot where Clyde had been lying earlier. She tucked in her head, taking most of the impact on her shoulders and back, though it was still a hard landing. "OOF!" Her pained grunt was lost amidst the din of the crowd, who were going absolutely ballistic for the Texan's surprise comeback. The Tiger wanted to silence those cheers more than anything, but first, she had to regain her bearings. She rolled sideways and slid under the bottom rope, dropping to her feet on the outside. The fans in the front row rattled the barricade in protest, but there was nothing that they could do. This was a Falls Count Anywhere match, after all, and the Tiger was free to spend as much time out of the ring as she liked.

Bengal leaned against the apron casually, trying not to show how hard she was breathing. Then she backed up a few steps, beckoning Clyde with one clawed finger. The crowd seemed to be split on how their hero should respond to this. Half of them were screaming out warnings, telling the cowboy not to fall for the Tiger's obvious trick. The other half were encouraging him to pursue Bengal, to keep the pressure on her before she recovered fully. Their advice and admonitions mixed together into an overwhelming wall of noise, until each was indistinguishable from the other. Both groups were on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what Clyde would decide to do.

Clyde took Bengal down with that arm drag. The arena exploded as she was sent flying across the ring. Clyde got to his feet instantly with his arms raised as the home crowd showered the boy with applause.

"YEAH BABY!" Clyde shouted before he saw Bengal now, rolling under the ropes and then going outside to the barricade where the Tiger caught her bearings. Clyde raised a brow before snorting as she beckoned him with her long sexy nail. Clyde licked his lips like he had been enticed. He was.

"Sure thing!" Clyde shouted before taking off backwards, hitting the ropes and then rushing for Bengal's side... Then leaping over the middle rope! Trying to come crashing down into his lovely opponent with suicide dive to the outside and right into Bengal!

Clyde fell for Bengal's taunt, although the gesture seemed to leave him more captivated than enraged. Using the ropes for momentum, the Texan launched himself into a picture-perfect Suicide Dive! A long shadow fell across the Tiger as her opponent blocked out the arena lights, like a cloud passing in front of the noonday sun.

Unfortunately for Clyde, this was exactly what Bengal had been hoping for. She caught her opponent in midair, holding him perpendicular to her body, staggering back a few steps to maintain her balance. It was lucky, she thought to herself, that her opponent was about the same size as she was; a larger man could have flattened her with a move like that. On the other hand, the cowboy's smaller size made him quick and agile. She would have to act quickly, before he wriggled out of her grasp.

She spun around to face the crowd, and the steel barricade separating them. As she did so, she tried to maneuver Clyde into an upside-down position, with his legs splayed in the air and his face buried in her crotch. Then she threw herself forward, causing the crowd to scatter back in alarm. They needn't have worried, however; the Tiger wasn't targeting them. She was attempting a Power Slam, a rare move from a fighter who usually focused on strikes and submissions. If successful, she'd smash Clyde's back across the top of the barricade, racking the young man's spine!

Power Slam