Catfight from Hell: Hellcat (D) VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just as Bengal was about to collide with Hellcat, the luchadora darted swiftly to the side, like a matador dodging out of the path of a charging bull. She'd already predicted her opponent's move, and devised the perfect counter. The Tiger didn't even have time to scream, as the steel barricade rushed up in front of her. BONG! Her forehead clanged off the metal bars, making her vision flicker. She could feel the teeth rattling within her skull, as the sound of the impact echoed through the arena.

"GrrRRAAAH!" Bengal roared with pain, writhing on the hard floor. After a few moments, she managed to catch her bearings enough to stand. Unfortunately, that just put her in the perfect position for Hellcat's next attack! The masked wrestler took a running start, then thrust her leg out high, pulverizing the Tiger with a Super Kick to the face! Bengal spun around in a full circle, before crumpling to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. Her jaw went slack, and her leg twitched, before she finally lay still. She didn't even react as the luchadora flipped her over and hooked her leg for the pin. It was obvious to everyone watching that the Indian woman was out cold.

The fans were on their feet, cheering wildly in anticipation of the rookie's debut win. In fact, they were making so much noise that they managed to rouse Bengal from her unconsciousness. The Tiger was drifting through a sea of inky blackness, when she heard voices chanting faintly, as if from a great distance away. A moment later, she began to register the words: chants of "HELL - CAT! HELL - CAT!" and more taunts about Bengal being "scared". She tried to shut out these annoyances and go back to sleep, when she suddenly became aware of another sensation: the referee's palm, slapping down beside her head. "ONE! TWO! TH-"

If the count had taken place within the ring, Bengal likely would have lost right then and there. But the referee had been a little slow moving to the outside, giving her more time to recover. Just before the official could count to three, the Tiger sprang back to life, throwing her shoulder up to break the pin. "No fall! Two-count!" the ref declared, looking toward the announcer's table.

That was the opportunity Bengal needed to even the score. As the official turned away, the Tiger dug her sharpened nails in between Hellcat's legs, squeezing her with a vicious Claw Hold! The referee didn't see the illegal move, and by the time they looked back, Bengal had already released it. But the fans knew what was going on. They booed furiously, hurling soda cans and half-empty popcorn bags at the Tiger where she lay on the floor. The Indian woman got to her feet, as a piece of trash narrowly missed her head. Squaring off again with Hellcat, she tried to gauge what her opponent's next move would be. This time, she knew better than to charge in blindly.

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat Keep the hold for as much as she could, seeing the ref come outside and begin the count Hellcat couldnt help but smile. She was about to win her debbut and she had the whole crowd cheering for her and her opponent clearly out for the count.

Hellcat would sweet and some of it would drop to the floor but just when it looked like it would be over, Bengal raised her shoulder up breaking the count.

Hellcat smile would quickly fade but if that wasnt enough the moment where the ref turned around to let the official know the match was still going, Bengal would dig her nails into Hellcat leg, making the Luchadora scream in pain and fall back, the crowd was furious even going as far as to trow garbage at bengal but the indian tiger would dodge that and it would intead land on Hellcat who would stand up. with some popcorn stuck on the top part of her mask and a stain of soda in her boots, she looked at Bengal with killer instints, before looking to charge at her and perform a takedown.

If succesfull, Hellcat would look to transition to where she would mount over Bengal and grab her by the hair looking to place her under Hellcat armpit, before looking to set up a dragon sleeper on bengal, Hellcat knew that the indian woman had just woken up so maybe she wasnt fully awake so this could give hellcat a chance to either get a tapout or bring back Bengal abord the dreamland express.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal may have escaped from the pin, but she wasn't out of the woods yet. Hellcat was still full of energy, despite the grime on her mask and the spilled soda staining her boots. The Tiger's sneak attack to her thigh didn't seem to have slowed the luchadora down one bit. The only change Bengal noticed was that the young woman's smile had suddenly vanished, giving her a grim expression.

Still woozy from the super kick, Bengal couldn't stop Hellcat from tackling her back down to the floor. She tried to roll away, feeling kernels of popcorn crunch underneath her, when her opponent's elbow suddenly clamped tight around her neck. The Tiger could feel the sharp scent of sweat fill her nostrils, as her face was squashed into the other woman's armpit. She was caught in a Dragon Sleeper!

Bengal hissed and thrashed like a woman possessed. Her flailing legs kicked against the barricade, while her hands scrabbled at Hellcat's arm, trying to pry it off her throat. Still locked together, the pair began rolling toward the ring steps, as the fans pelted Bengal with more trash. The growing mess on the floor was the least of the Tiger's problems, however. She was already starting to slip back into unconsciousness, crushed by the immense pressure of the sleeper. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, each one coming harder than the last.

Just give up, a tiny part of her whispered. Lie back, and go to sleep. It was so tempting to listen to that voice, to return to that quiet darkness. But she couldn't let herself lose to this rookie! She reared up again, fighting even harder. Of course, that also meant she was burning through her air supply twice as fast. Her time was running out, and she only had one option left. Making sure to position her head behind Hellcat's body so that she'd be hidden from the referee, she opened her mouth slowly and quietly. Then she snapped her jaw shut like a mousetrap, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of her opponent's underarm!

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat would keep the dragon sleeper tight and secure, it had been the firts time in the match where Hellcat would show her submission skills and most of the crowd agreed that they were pretty damm good.

Keeping the hold lock in even when both fighters would roll around the dirty floor getting some chew up popcorn and other half eaten treaths all over their costumes, Hellcat was not letting go of this hold, a determine look shined over her eyes as the ref was keeping a close distant from both fighters to make sure they could catch if Bengal decided to tap out or was knocked out, however despite the close watch of the ref they wouldnt see what would happen next.

Hellcat would feel a sharp pain in her underarm, feeling how a set of teeth dig deep into her skin as she her eyes widden and she let out a sharp and painfilled scream before letting go of the dragon sleeper and falling back on the ground, holding her underarm in pain, greatting her teeth and even a tear or two would begin to form beneth Hellcat mask.

"REF WHAT THE HELL SHE JUST BITE ME?!!"

Hellcat stand up and get all in the ref face, calling out the incompentence of them firts for not seeing Bengal dig their nails deep into her leg and now failing to see the clear bit mark under Hellcats arm but the ref would not budge, simply shaking their head and saying

"i didnt see anything the match would continue as normal if you wish to give up please say so"

"NO IM NOT GONNA GIVE UP ARE YOU EVEN HEARING YOURSELF!!"
Hellcat would continue to scream and argue with the ref, with the crowd backing her up but Hellcat would be so caught up in her argument with the ref she would unknowingly give Bengal plenty of time to recover and basically gave her a free hit as she had turned her back on her

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

With a cry of pain, Hellcat released the Dragon Sleeper, easing the pressure on Bengal's neck. The Tiger took a deep, relieved breath, feeling her chest burn as air flooded back into her lungs. It had been a close call, but she'd managed to escape just in time.

She rubbed the bruises on her throat, propping herself up on one elbow as she took a moment to catch her breath. She wondered briefly why Hellcat wasn't following up with another submission attempt. If she did, the Tiger wasn't sure if she'd be able to stop her. Looking up, however, she realized what was happening. Hellcat was yelling at the referee, taking them to task for their terrible calls and general lack of awareness. But the oblivious official had misunderstood her completely, believing that the luchadora was either trying to give up or pause the match.

The confusion between the two gave Bengal the opening she needed. Slowly, she got to her feet, making sure not to step on any more popcorn - the crunching noise would alert Hellcat to her presence. Quiet as smoke, she snuck up behind the other woman, moving in a low crouch. Her pale blue eyes reflected the overhead lights, as she stared up at her opponent. Then she surged upright and thrust out her leg, aiming a kick at the back of the luchadora's head, right where her crimson hair fringed the edges of her mask!

This was the Ambush Predator, a super kick move quite similar to the one Hellcat had already used. The only difference was, while the honorable luchadora liked to fight head-on, Bengal had a different strategy. She preferred to use this technique on opponents when they couldn't even see it coming - hence the name. The fans were shouting as loud as they could, trying to warn the rookie about the approaching danger. But would Hellcat even be able to hear them? Or was she too distracted by her argument with the referee?

Ambush Predator

[FlyingPeach3]

"NO I DONT WANT TO GIVE UP I JUST WANT YOU TO DO YOUR JOB AND DISQUALIFY BENGAL SHE BITE ME LOOK I HAVE CLEAR BITE MARKS ON MY ARM"

Hellcat would continue to yell at the referee, her expresion turning into one of anoyance and anger towards the oficial who only replied with a

"those marks could have come from anything i didnt see that so please stop yelling at me or i will end the match in Bengals favor"

The ref said with a stern voice and quickly frown, showcasing that they were firm on there decision and that the match would continue as usual

Hellcat was beyond piss at this point as nothing that she said would get throught to the ref but she couldnt help herself to stop, Hellcat wasnt one to hop off a fight even if it was a small one like how the ref is clearly blind by not seeing Bengals multiple ilegal moves, but the moment that Hellcat was about to continue her rambeling she would heard the crowd yelling at her to duck down and to look behind her.

"what are they are talking about....." in that moment Hellcat would turn slighty only to see Bengals leg come right at her face with full speed, now it all came crashing down from her because why Bengal look to hit the ambrush predator on the side of Hellcat`s head due to her turning around at the worst posible timming the kick would not only connect but Hit Hellcat right on the center of the face and nose.

Hellcat would Fall down onto the dirty and food field floor, feeling a loud buzzing on her ears, and a slight bluer in her vision, Hellcat would be left spread wide eagle style on the floor, and to make matters worse she didnt seem to responsive, as a small drop of blood came out of the luchadoras nose and drip down her face.

Hellcat`s fan would look in disbelief as the luchdora was down and they would target their anger at bengal
"YOU CHEATER" "COWARD" "REF DO SOMETHING SHE CAN JUST DO THAT"

All complains from the crowd would be targeted towards the indian woman who now had the chance to finish off the luchadora as she seem to be in bettwen concious and unconsious.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Hellcat turned around at the worst possible moment: too late to dodge Bengal's kick, but just in time to put her face directly in its path. WHAM! The luchadora's head snapped back as she collapsed to the floor, her nose bleeding and her mask askew. Bengal bowed sarcastically to the crowd, as the fans berated her for her cowardly attack. Then she dropped roughly on top of the younger woman, folding up Hellcat's legs and clasping them under her own arms in a classic schoolgirl pin!

Spoiler

"Here's a free lesson for you, rookie," Bengal declared, looking down at Hellcat's face sandwiched between her thighs. "Never turn your back on an opponent..." She leaned down and licked her opponent across the lips, like a cat lapping up a saucer of milk, before she straightened up and continued speaking: "Especially when that opponent is me!"

By that time, the referee had confirmed that Hellcat's shoulders were down. At least they're competent enough to notice that, Bengal thought to herself, smirking. The official's palm slapped onto the trash-strewn floor, and the count began. "ONE!"

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat looked to be down, the crowd trying to bang their fist agains the barricade to wake her up but she looked to be down for the count, Many people didnt want it to end like this as Hellcat fealt herself be folded in a school girl pin.

Looking up at Bengal, Hellcat would have her eyes barely open to see her but she could hear clearly what she was saying, Hellcat fealt herself humiliated in this pose and it would get even worse when Lean down and lick her across the lips like a sick twisted good night kiss, the crowd would continue to scream and clap trying to get Hellcat to wake up but maybe this was the end for the luchadora as the ref continue the count

"TWO"

......
"NO THIS WONT END LIKE THIS"
Hellcat would scream internally her body and soul refusing to give up before widely opening her eyes and pushing Bengal off her just before the ref hand would hit the sticky and dirty floor for a third time, the crowd couldnt belive it Hellcat had escaped the pin at the 2.9 count and she was still on this match.

Hellcat would lay on the floor for a few seconds before getting into a sited position and using her thumb to wipe the blood right off her nose before looking at Bengal who just had her chance to win the match stole by her

"(huff) (huff) and here is a leasson for you, just because you got a lucky shoot on me it doesnt mean (huff) i would be down for the count"

Hellcat would say with passion in her voice, before she looked to stand up using the barricade as a way to keep herself a hold, her legs wombely and her head still spining but the luchadora refused to give up just now.

looking at the crowd and giving them a warm smile before loking back at Bengal and staring daggers onto her, simply saying the words

"come on scary cat"
Hellcat said in a taunting matter Before opening and closing her palm in quick succesion, wanting Bengal to come at her.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal tossed her hair back like a model on a magazine cover, posing for the crowd while she bounced playfully up and down on Hellcat's chest. The match was already won, and she had no reason to take things seriously anymore - or so she thought. The instant before the referee could finish counting to three, the luchadora gave a mighty shout, shoving the Tiger away as she pushed her shoulder off the canvas!

The crowd couldn't believe what had happened, and neither could Bengal. In her case, however, the reaction was more outrage than excitement. The Indian woman immediately turned to confront the referee, screeching in the official's face. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME! WHO'S PAYING YOU OFF, HUH?!?" she raved, flecks of spit flying from her mouth like bullets. "THREE! THAT WAS THREE!"

But the ref was adamant, signaling for the match to continue. "No fall, Bengal! Two-count!" The Tiger made a crude gesture at the official, then turned to face her opponent once more. By that time, Hellcat had raised herself back to her feet using the barricade. The rookie's legs were quavering, and her nose was smeared with blood. Despite all that, she remained defiant, beckoning Bengal toward her as she opened and closed her palm. "Come on, scaredy-cat," she panted, while the crowd resumed chanting her name in support.

Bengal's eyes narrowed to angry slits. Careful what you wish for, kitten, she thought, pursing her lips. Her super kick might not have been enough to end the match, but there was more than one way to skin a cat. She tensed her legs, then pounced on the luchadora, looking to initiate the striking combo that she called the Blaze Barrage! This sequence started with a swift kick to Hellcat's left leg, meant to force her into a kneeling position. If that worked, she'd repeatedly slash the young fighter across the chest with her claws, aiming for the window in her grey singlet where her skin was most exposed. Once Hellcat's top had been torn to shreds, Bengal would finish things off with a knee strike to her jaw, knocking the Spanish woman onto her back. Let's see if she's still smiling after all that!

[FlyingPeach3]

Hellcat was showing her true firely spirit this match, managing to break a pin that most people thought would close the match the people of the arena began to chant the name of the luchadora.

Hellcat stood stall even taunting the indian woman to come at her but soon Hellcat would realise that maybe she was eating more then she could chew as not after she taunted bengal. The indian woman would pounce at her and trow a devasteiting kick to the Hellcat left leg, Already damage from the previous boston crab and the bending it had suffer today, Hellcat eyes would widen in pain as she felt to one knee and clutching her leg, trying to get up but Bengal wouldnt allow it and would continue her assault.

Beggining to slash Multiple times at the window in her outfit, slash after slash the outfit of hellcat would get slighty open, the crowd covering the eyes of the young people while others couldnt help but whistle from exictment and looking to take a picture, Hellcat herself would feel a strong burning sensation on her chest but as she moved her arms to her chest to try and tender to her fresh wounds It would be too late for the luchadora.

Bengal seeing a chance to strike she would finish her combo by landing a nasty knee strike to the jaw of Hellcat rocking the luchadoras head back and forcing her to let out a little of saliva as her head would slowly slumb back up front.

Hellcat was seeing stars by this point and would slowly fall towards her opponent but would quickly wrap her arms around their waist while feeling the world around her spin.

Hellcat look tired and out of it, her eyes barely open and her jaw open wide even letting out some saliva that feel to the floor along side her sweet.
It was a humiliating site for sure to the fans of the luchadora, but Hellcat would begin to weakly trow punches to the side of Bengal, those punches however might as well be tickles, they lack power and form as Hellcat was too tired to fight back but she didnt want to give up.

"(Huff)i.....will take you down(huff) im not....gonna lose"
Hellcat said weakly but firmly, the crowd couldnt help but respect Hellcat for her spirit that shined bright even when she was bassically on her last leg, Hellcat would end this on her own terms

Hellcat would breathe slowly and heavily, the match taking a lot out of her and those last few strikes she took were really getting to her