Better Devils: Bengal vs Sierra Velvera

[reini]

With Bengal sitting hard on her back and grinding her hips down, Sierra’s lower back is taking a lot of pressure, making it pretty hard to give much of a thought to whatever Bengal was trying to say, let alone formulating an actual answer.

Sierra's lower back muscles were aching like hell, and Bengal yanking on Sierra's pink forelock and cranking her neck back forces Sierra to arch even more painfully. Her neck muscles are strained, and it might be hard to breathe or even see straight with her head pulled back like that. The way her hair is being used as a handle would also sting and burn along her scalp.

At the same time her barely covered butt is getting some serious slapping from Bengal, tempering a little bit her over the top attitude. To put it all short, it's all pretty humilliating, and painful for someone of such a tiny build.

Sierra let out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth as Bengal's hand cracked across her rear once more, the sting burning hot against her skin. Her scalp throbbed from the rough grip on her pink forelock, her neck cranked back so far she could hardly see straight. She has never been treated quite so roughly by anyone before! With a grunt of effort, Sierra began to twist her body, testing the limits of the Paradise Lock, searching for any give in the hold. She forced her pained legs to move inch by inch, trying to shift her hips just enough to make Bengal's perch less stable. At the same time, she dug her elbows into the mat, using what little leverage she could muster to push her upper body upward, despite the way Bengal yanked her hair. It wasn't much, but if she could just create a little space, maybe she could start to wriggle free? Sierra's breathing was ragged as she strained, her heart pounding in her ears. Her hips buckled upward once, twice, trying to throw Bengal off-balance, rocking her body under the weight in hopes of disrupting that smug rhythm.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Sierra began wriggling underneath Bengal, trying desperately to escape the Paradise Lock. At first, her squirming was somewhat enjoyable. Bengal thrust her hips down again, biting her lip with pleasure as she felt the smaller woman's vertebrae pressing into her thighs. But just as the Tiger drew back her hand for another smack, her opponent bucked harder than she'd expected. Bengal lost her balance (and her grip on Sierra's hair) as she tumbled to the mat. She was up again a split-second later, snarling with rage, looking to punish La Diablesa for disrupting her fun.

"Trying to get up?" she asked sharply, bending down to pick up Sierra by her folded knees. "Let me help you with that!" She pumped her legs and began to rise to a standing position, bracing her opponent's back against her own body. If everything worked as planned, she would hoist La Diablesa upside down, putting the Spanish woman in position for a package piledriver! That was a big if, however. Sierra was a wily fighter, and knocking Bengal off her back could have given her time to devise a plan of her own. Bengal shifted her grip on her opponent, trying to set up the piledriver as quickly as she could, before Sierra could think of a counter.

[reini]

Sierra felt her stomach lurch as Bengal lifted her off the mat, her folded legs trapped in the other woman’s grip. Suspended upside down, her toned, petite frame was on full display—her slender waist arched slightly, her wide, at leas in proportion to her shoulders, hips struggling against the hold, and her long, tanned legs dangling precariously in the air. Her hair swayed with the motion, nearly brushing the mat below.

"Ahhahah! N-not good! This...really hurts!"

But Sierra wasn’t about to let this happen! This would probably mean the end for her fight, as her body wasn't really built to endure that much pain...

With her natural agility, she twisted her lower body sharply, jerking her hips to the side and forcing her legs free from Bengal’s grasp. With all the bravado she had she tucked her legs in and kicked outward, striking Bengal’s boobs with enough force to break her balance. Sierra flipped backward, landing nimbly on her feet as Bengal stumbled, caught off guard.

Grinning, Sierra didn’t waste a second. She spun around and leaped onto her opponent’s shoulders, wrapping her thighs around Bengal’s head. With a triumphant cry, she threw her weight back, using her hips and core strength to flip Bengal over with a lightning-fast hurricanrana!

"Yaaaay! Go down, kitty cat!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just as Bengal was preparing to drop her opponent, Sierra sprang back to life, kicking the Tiger in the chest as she vaulted away. Bengal's vinyl top protected her from the worst of the damage, but it still didn't feel good to have her breasts mashed like that. She staggered backward from the impact, then immediately charged forward again, looking to grab Sierra and make a second attempt at a piledriver.

It was a bold strategy, but in this case, caution might have served her better. Bengal's rapid approach just made it easier for the Spanish woman to flip her over with a hurricanrana, using the Tiger's own momentum against her. Her stomach seemed to turn somersaults inside her, as Sierra's willowy legs twined around her neck and threw her to the canvas. She landed on the top of her head, compressing her neck painfully. And on top of it all, as if the sudden reversal wasn't bad enough, her opponent was still calling her "kitty"!

Trying to ignore the throbbing in her neck (and the obnoxious prattle of her opponent), Bengal pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to get to her feet in time. Sierra was bound to follow up with another move before that could happen. So instead, she reared up, bracing her weight on her hands while she mule-kicked with her right foot!

While the Tiger couldn't see Sierra from her current position, she tried to use the sounds of heavy breathing to judge where her opponent was standing. Still, attacking blind like this was a risky strategy. If Bengal was even a little bit off the mark, her kick would whiff completely, using up precious energy - and giving Sierra another opening to punish her.

[reini]

Sierra grinned as she saw Bengal unknowingly play into the matador thing, the spear aimed straight for her body. She wouldn't brace for impact, as having such a pettite body the spear would've been enough to crush her anyways. Instead, she jumped to the side in an acrobathic cartwheel. Her legs arced through the air as Bengal shot past, the Tiger’s momentum carrying her forward like a runaway train.

Bengal barely had time to register that she’d missed before Sierra’s feet touched the mat again. With a playful giggle, the blondie spun on her heel and sprinted toward the ropes, using them as a springboard, finally getting to use her favorite device.

The moment she rebounded, she tucked her legs in and aimed herself at Bengal’s head, twisting her body midair.

“¡Olé, gatita~!” she teased, her voice infuriatingly sweet just before she clamped her soft, thin thighs around Bengal’s skull. Then, with a sharp snap of her hips, Sierra sent her opponent flipping head-over-heels with a lightning-fast hurricanrana, driving Bengal’s shoulders into the canvas!

Sierra rolled gracefully to her feet and dusted off her hands, pumping her fist in the air

"Woohoo! I'm winning, woohoo!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal had seen wrestlers dodge strikes in a variety of ways, but this was the first time she'd seen anyone evade with a cartwheel. She couldn't deny that the move was effective, however. Her attack whiffed completely, and she fell to the canvas with a thud. Just as she was starting to rise, she saw Sierra sprinting toward her from the opposite side of the ring, preparing a second hurricanrana! The Tiger attempted to counter with a kick, but she couldn't get her leg up fast enough, and the smaller woman threw her to the canvas with a subtle twist of her athletic body.

Lying on her back in a daze, Bengal tried to will the overhead lights to stop spinning - and for her opponent to stop yapping. Unfortunately, neither of her wishes came true. La Diablesa had regained control of the match, and even the Tiger would be hard-pressed to argue that she was, indeed, "winning". She tried to roll onto her side, all too aware of how frail and vulnerable she looked. If Sierra went for another submission now, she'd be in real trouble. Hopefully, the Spanish woman would waste a bit more time dancing and celebrating...

[reini]

Hands on her hips, she looked down at Bengal sprawled out beneath her, the bigger woman’s dark skin glistening under the arena lights, her wide, round hips shifting as she struggled to roll onto her side.

“Ohhh, poor Bengal!” Sierra teased, twirling one of her long twintails between her fingers. “You look soooo tired down there! Do you need me to tuck you in for a nap?”

She giggled, stepping forward, her shapely thighs flexing as she prepared to drop down onto Bengal’s back and lock her into a submission. But the moment she lifted her foot - Bengal struck.

With a sudden burst of strength, Bengal rolled the rest of the way over and lunged forward, her strong arms wrapping tightly around Sierra’s tiny waist. The Spanish woman yelped as her feet left the mat, her whole body suddenly engulfed in Bengal’s grasp.

Bengal didn’t just put her down - she slammed her. Sierra’s back met the mat with a loud THUD, her petite body arching in shock, and her belly tightening involuntarily as a response to the pain. Her legs momentarily sprawled out, her blond hair anning against the canvas as the air rushed from her lungs.

"Oww, owwa...that hurt..."

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal stood over her stunned opponent, panting for breath. Even she was surprised by how successful her surprise slam had been. Still, she couldn't take the time to stand around and gloat - that had been Sierra's fatal mistake. This was her chance to do some damage, and she would be foolish to pass it up.

The Tiger pounced on top of her smaller opponent, straddling her chest and pinning down Sierra's arms with her knees. Once she'd secured herself in place, she began battering the Spanish woman's jaw with punches and palm strikes, knocking her head from side like a tennis ball in a rally. "Still - think - I'm - TIRED?!?" she barked in between strikes, her teeth gritted with effort as she drove her fists down again and again.

Bengal knew that this move wouldn't win her the match, but that didn't matter. She was simply trying to disorient her opponent with repeated blows to the head, softening her up for another submission attempt. After a few more strikes, she seized two fistfuls of Sierra's blonde hair and lifted her limp body into a seated position, looking to finish off the combo with a vicious headbutt!

[reini]

Sierra's world had become a blur of pain and noise.

The first slam had knocked the wind clean out of her, leaving her gasping, blinking up at the lights. She barely had a second to recover before Bengal was on top of her, pinning her arms and cutting off any chance of defense. Then came the barrage—fists and palms crashing into her jaw, one after the other. Her head snapped from side to side with each blow, the strikes echoing in her skull like thunder in a storm.

"Still - think - I'm - TIRED?!?" The words barely registered as Bengal barked them, but Sierra felt the venom behind them. This was all too much to leave a window for her to process the words, let alone form some sort of reply.

Sierra's head lolled as Bengal yanked her upright by the hair, her limbs slow to respond after such brutal flurry!
With a grunt, Sierra kicked up from the mat, the desperation gave her just enough strength to try and wrap her legs around Bengal’s waist in a loose body scissors. At the same time, she tried to shove at her opponent’s midsection with what little strength she could muster, hoping to throw Bengal off-balance or at least interrupt the follow-up headbutt.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's onslaught of strikes buffeted Sierra's head back and forth, leaving La Diablesa bruised and cross-eyed. Yet just as the Tiger closed in for one final headbutt, she felt her motion being unexpectedly restricted. Against all odds, the Spanish fighter had managed to lock her legs around Bengal's midsection, applying a body scissor to hold her in place. The Indian woman hissed with displeasure, thrusting her head at Sierra again and again, like a striking cobra - but she just couldn't reach her target. Meanwhile, the scissor hold was starting to wear down her resolve, as her opponent's knees drilled into the sensitive spaces between her ribs like a pair of daggers.

It was time for a different tactic. Instead of going for another headbutt, Bengal pulled Sierra into a close embrace, tucking the smaller woman's head under her sweat-streaked arm. She reached around behind her opponent's back, then began to lean forward. Slowly but steadily, La Diablesa's spine started to fold at an agonizing angle, as the Tiger cinched in a ruthless Wing Clipper hold!

Wing Clipper