Endless Blaze: E'isa VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's tortured muscles finally had a chance to relax, as E'isa released her hold to avoid being disqualified. The Tiger slumped forward, rolling her shoulders and gasping for air. Her legs felt like jelly, and she had to brace against the ropes to stop herself from collapsing. Getting out of the Full Nelson was a relief, but Bengal knew that E'isa wasn't done with her yet. Already, she could hear footsteps approaching from behind as the Endless readied her next move. She only had moments to react.

She waited until the last possible instant, wanting E'isa to think she was still helpless. Then she spun around and dropped low, ducking under the clothesline and catching her opponent around the waist. She pumped her legs and straightened up, using E'isa's own momentum to throw the Latina over the top rope and out of the ring! The crowd erupted with surprised shouts; many of them hadn't expected that Bengal would be able to lift the larger woman. The Endless bounced off the edge of the ring apron, then came to rest in a heap on the floor. "Happy landings, bitch!" Bengal sneered, leaning over the ropes to taunt her fallen opponent.

Of course, a single fall wouldn't be enough to keep E'isa down for long, and Bengal knew it too. She had to keep the pressure on, while her opponent was still disoriented. Ducking under the ropes, she stood for a moment on the ring apron, judging the distance. Then she leaped high in the air, aiming to stomp down on the small of E'isa's back!

[XXVV]

E'isa following the torture of Bengal via Full-Nelson into ropes would try to keep going. To her it was never over until they were pinned, submitted, or unable to continue. Though she was in control, the job wasn't done. A full head of stream with nothing on her mind other than sending Blaze over the top rope and out of the ring. She looked like a train coming straight for Bengal. Coming in ready to unload on Bengal but E'isa was unaware that the Tiger was faking her out. Waiting on the right moment as E'isa would come rushing in for a clothesline, Bengal would spin and drop, E'isa again caught off guard would be unable to stop and get thrown out the ring by Bengal with a toss using her strength and the Latina's momentum. The crowd was surprised as they didn't expect her to have that kind of strength. E'isa unable to brace would find herself hitting the side of the ring apron hard letting out a gasp, and then landing even harder on the floor outside. On the floor grunting as she was not only in pain but annoyed.

"ughhh.."

She tried to get back up, though she struggled as she hit the ring apron and floor hard. She was able to raise a leg and arm before her body chose to slump back down, wanting more time to recover. Her frustration was on full display, feeling like Bengal, though cunning to some, would be a trickster in the eyes of E'isa.

"This conniving, intolerable little feline.."

E'isa would try once again to get up but then unaware of Bengal setting up for more would be met with a surprise. Standing on the ring apron, calculating the distance to land on the Latina, she'd leap high and stomp down hard on the back of E'isa. Still trying to gather herself, E'isa would take the stomp in full and let out a yell, collapsing as her body felt the shock from her back outwards. Stunned and grunting as the pain was unbearable on first contact. Now struggling to even catch a breath. Slumped down and visibly in pain, unable to move as Bengal would once again swing the momentum in her favor.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal flattened E'isa into the floor with her stomp, then bounced nimbly off her, using the larger woman's body like a trampoline to cushion her landing. The referee began the count-out: "One!" Bengal only had seconds before both she and her opponent would be disqualified, but the Tiger didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. She bowed sarcastically to the stunned crowd, before grabbing E'isa by the wrists, wrenching the Latina's arms behind her as the referee continued: "Two!"

Bengal planted her foot on the small of E'isa's back, grinding her heel into her opponent's spine. Then she yanked back on her arms, lifting E'isa up so that her chest was thrust out toward the stands. It was almost like the Tiger was displaying her prey to the audience, before the final blow. "You like it when they cheer for you, don't you?" she growled. "Let's see if they're still cheering...after THIS!" She drove her foot down like a sledgehammer, stomping E'isa's head into the floor. Then she repeated the maneuver, timing her stomps along with the referee's count: "Three! Four! Five!"

It was only when the official reached "Six!" that she seemed to realize the risk she was taking. Dropping E'isa's arms, she quickly turned and rolled back under the ropes into the ring. Bengal was now safe from disqualification, but her opponent was still vulnerable. Several members of the crowd began to boo; in their opinion, the Tiger was taking the coward's route by leaving E'isa to be counted out, instead of finishing her with an honest pin or submission. The Tiger's only response was a mocking wave. She didn't care if the fans thought a DQ win was "boring" or "unsportsmanlike". It was a win, same as any other, and that was all that mattered.

Bengal was so focused on taunting the angry fans, she didn't even bother to look at E'isa, still splayed out on the floor between the ring and the crowd barrier. The Tiger figured that her opponent was already finished. With only a few seconds left in the count, there was no way the Endless could recover in time...was there? E'isa's fans seemed to still believe there was hope. Their chants of support swelled in volume, drowning out the boos and the referee's count: "E'ISA! E'ISA!"

[XXVV]

Trying to get back her center of gravity, E'isa struggled with the pain in her back. Bengal bounced off her, using the body of E'isa to help cushion her fall. Official getting the count going as both were now out of the ring. Although Bengal did seem bothered, wanting to punish E'isa more. Even going as far as to bow to the crowd, looking to mock them. The Latina grunted trying to move yet her body would slump back down. Each move felt like it sent shockwaves through her as the pain kept her grounded. Then from behind she'd feel her wrists grabbed and wrenched as she'd yell out, now going from trying to get up to being forced up. Her body crying in pain as she had been given no time to recover or catch a breath.

From "One!" to "Two!" the count would continue to climb as E'isa would feel Bengal plant her foot into her back and grind the heel. More yells came from the Latina, arms yanked again as she'd find herself being lifted up, her chest thrust towards the stands. Wanting to resist but was completely overwhelmed by the pain and shock she still felt. Looking like Bengal wanted to make a fool of her still as she displayed her to the audience, the first row especially getting an up-close view of her chest. E'isa hearing Bengal's words as she looked to try and mutter some words back.

"you.. arrogant.. little.. bit.."

But before the last word could come out Bengal would stomp her foot down with tremendous force, planting the head of E'isa onto the outer ring floor. The final word E'isa tried to get out replaced with a loud grunt as her head planted into the floor cut off all responses other than those of pain. Slumped downwards she'd be pulled up again and stomped along with the official's count. From "THREE!" to almost "SIX!" the stomps continued as each stop made the ring more blurred and hazy. The only responses now coming from E'isa were groans and grunts of pain unable to free herself. Finally at the count of "SIX!" Bengal feeling some risk staying outside chose to drop the arms of E'isa. Electing to roll back into the ring and save herself from a countout. The Latina slowly dropped down to the floor, the damage had been done and after the onslaught of stomps, she'd be motionless. Fans booed as they felt Bengal had been looking to claim a DQ victory. Bengal was unbothered though as to her a win was a win, so how it came mattered little.

E'isa now layout on the floor, unresponsive as all the fans in the front row could hear was her inhaling and exhaling. Her body trying to finally recover after being hit with back to back to back offense unable to brace for any of it. Official's count now came to a "SEVEN!" as E'isa faintly moves, fans cheering for her as even after that she wanted to keep fighting. Respecting her warrior's spirit they called for her to get up. Chants of "E'ISA! E'ISA!" rang out throughout the arena. Even those who weren't fans would yell in unison with the others, wanting her to get up and whoop Bengal's ass. The Latina got to her knees shocking everyone as she crawled to the apron, everything she saw now double. Double steps, double officials, double ropes, everything still blurred as the visual and pain would mess with her equilibrium. One second it looked like the Latina would get in but then her confusion and inability to keep her balance would cause her to slump down again falling on her face. "EIGHT!" coming out while she lay halfway to the ring looking lost and out of it. Fans still called her name as they still felt there was a chance. E'isa trying to focus would still feel like the arena was spinning. Wondering if she was at her limit, thinking to herself that maybe it was lost.

"Is.. is this my limit.. losing to this sorry excuse for a tiger.. do I have no shame.."

Then she'd again hear the overwhelming amount of support and fans urging her to get up. Frustrated with her millisecond of self-doubt, furious she would let Blaze of all wrestlers test her resolve and make her question her limits. E'isa getting back on her knees would feel like it was now or never. Wanting to use whatever she felt she had left on one final push, one last charge into the ropes. From doubt to no doubt she'd plant her foot like she was prepping for a sprint. Trying to calm herself down as she tried to fight the spinning arena she felt. "NINE!" popping out on her right foot as she attempted to get two steps in before leaping and trying to get in through the bottom rope. Vision a complete mess as E'isa would feel herself land on a flat surface but was it the in-ring surface or was the match over? Unable to tell until the official stopped counting at "NINE", only able to hear the fans who almost all seemed to be cheering the same thing now. The arena shook as the thunderous reply to Eisa's refusal to fold would be heard from the parking lot. Echoes of "MAC-E!", "E-MAC", and "ENDLESS" would rock back and forth throughout the venue. No doubt she made it, now trying to roll over as she still had a match to fight, feeling she had more to give.