Untamed and Unforgiven: Cassandra Williams vs. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal had assumed that Kiana was out of the fight, knocked out cold by her opening kick. However, as per usual, the Tiger had overestimated her own abilities. Just when she had her armbar fully locked in, she felt her scalp prickle with pain, as the Cheetah grabbed her by the hair from behind! The Indian woman writhed and snarled, but that wasn't enough to stop her opponent from catching her in a tight chin lock. Bengal could feel the warmth of the other woman's impressive bosom, like a cushion behind her head. It was a pleasant feeling - that is, until Kiana began to whip her back and forth like a ragdoll, trying to disorient Bengal as she tightened her hold.

It worked, for a while. But eventually, the Tiger was able to get her bearings. Gripping onto Kiana's hands, she began to pry them off her chin, easing the pressure on her neck - and allowing her to speak once more. "Just like a real cheetah," she spat. "You've got a weak bite!"

She had a point about that. Kiana's chin lock was expertly applied, but the Cheetah wasn't the strongest submission specialist in LAW, by any means. That said, Bengal was starting to look pretty weak herself. The exertion of fighting two opponents at once, on top of the bout she'd already had against Cassandra, was all taking its toll. Her hair was matted, her dark skin was sticky with sweat, and her once-pristine costume was ripped and torn in a dozen different places. She couldn't remember exactly when that had happened, or which member of BCW had caused the damages; the whole match was blurring together, in a stream of spotted singlets and fake cat ears.

Still, she had to look strong, Bengal told herself. She couldn't let Kiana know how close to the edge she really was. Hooking the Cheetah's leg with her arm, she lifted the lighter woman onto her shoulders. Then she ran backward into the corner, slamming Kiana's spine into the turnbuckle! With any luck, this would loosen her grip even further, putting Bengal in the perfect spot to nail her with an Electric Chair Driver!

Electric Chair

[Weonna]

Kiana’s grip faltered the moment her spine cracked against the turnbuckle. Her breath hitched, and her arms instinctively loosened around Bengal’s neck. She barely had a second to process the pain before the Tiger’s strength surged again — lifting her up fully into the dreaded electric chair position.

“Nnhh—no, no—!”

she gasped, squirming atop Bengal’s shoulders. But her resistance came too late.

With brutal force, Bengal dropped.

Kiana’s face smashed into the canvas, the sound sharp and sickening. The impact left her body twitching, her arms sprawled beside her and her toned butt raised slightly in the air, hips instinctively lifted from the shock of the landing. A low groan escaped her lips, her cheek pressed to the mat, glossy lips parted as she blinked in dazed confusion.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Awww, what's wrong, Spots? Feeling tired?" Bengal asked, as Kiana twitched and moaned beneath her. She planted both of her hands on the other woman's rear, squashing her firm butt like she was kneading a loaf of dough. She even did a few push-ups, just to show off for the crowd! Almost affectionately, she nuzzled her opponent's cheek, whispering into her ear: "You had a strong start, but you wore yourself out quick. Wrestling's a marathon, not a sprint!"

With a final push-up, she leaped back to her feet, then crouched low over Kiana's prone body. Grabbing the Cheetah's ankles, she folded them over her thighs. Then she leaned forward, bending her own body at a right angle as she racked her opponent's spine. The BCW girl was caught in a reverse Boston Crab, also known as the Billy Goat's Curse!

"Just tap out, pussycat! Jobbers like you lot deserve to go extinct!" Bengal roared, bending deeper into the submission hold. The Tiger wasn't even sure if a tap-out from Kiana would win her the fight - wasn't this still technically a singles match against Cassandra? But she didn't care about rules and regulations right now. She simply wanted to cause the Cheetah as much pain as possible. And after she was broken and done for, Bengal would have time to deal with her little friends...all the time in the world...

Reverse Boston Crab / Billy Goat's Curse

[Weonna]

Kiana’s cries echoed through the arena as Bengal wrenched her spine into a brutal reverse Boston Crab. Her boots scraped at the mat, her fingers clawed for anything to hold onto, but there was no rope in reach—only the Tiger’s unforgiving grip. Gritting her teeth, Kiana refused to scream, though her pained whimpers escaped through clenched lips. Her body arched unnaturally, sweat rolling down her temples as she gasped out a shaky word:

“…C-Cassandra…”

That single name, carried on a breath, was enough to stir the Lioness.

Cassandra’s fingers twitched. Her chest rose and fell. The sound of her protégé calling out pulled her back from the haze. Still dazed, still hurting, Cassandra began to stir. Her head lifted slightly.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's ears pricked up at the sound of Kiana's pained whispers, and she laughed triumphantly as she sank deeper into the hold. "C-C-C-Cassaaaandraaaa!" the Tiger whined, screwing up her face in a parody of her opponent's pained grimace. "You know she can't hear you, right?" she continued, returning to her normal voice. By that point, she was bent so far forward that she could speak directly into Kiana's ear, without even having to move her neck. "Don't worry, though. After I'm done here, I'll make sure you and Cassandra are reeeal cozy..." Her lips curled into a manic smile. "When I BURY YOU TOGETHER!"

She can't hear you. That's what Bengal had said. But the Tiger was so confident of her imminent victory, she didn't even bother to look at the Pride Leader, to check if this was true. If she had, she might have noticed the subtle movements of Cassandra's fingers, or the rise and fall of her chest as her breath rate increased. The Lioness clearly could hear Kiana's cries for help. The question was, did she have the strength left to actually offer any?

[Weonna]

Cassandra’s ears rang. Her limbs still felt like they were underwater, weighed down by the punishment she’d endured. But hearing Kiana’s voice—a strained, helpless cry—cut through the fog like a spear to the heart.

With a grunt of effort, the Lioness pushed herself to her knees. Her eyes narrowed, finding Bengal folded into that twisted, sadistic pose as she torqued Kiana’s spine for the world to see. Cassandra’s jaw clenched. The match… wasn’t over.

Then, with a burst of adrenaline, Cassandra surged forward. She didn’t waste breath on a roar—she just moved, launching herself across the ring in an attempt to land a diving dropkick that would strike Bengal square in the face!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Cassandra's decision to stay silent proved to be a wise one. Bengal was completely blindsided by the Lioness' diving dropkick. She'd been too focused on torturing Kiana, not noticing that her real opponent had already returned to the fight.

"GYAAAH!" Bengal cried out in pain and surprise, as her head snapped back from the force of the blow. She released her grip on Kiana's legs immediately, reaching both hands up to clutch at her face. Only catching by herself on the ropes was she able to stop herself from falling out of the ring completely. Shaking her head, like a woman waking from a deep sleep, she surveyed the scene in front of her: Kiana, folded like a paper doll on one side of the ring. Sofia, nursing her injured arm, on the other. And in between them, the newly revived Cassandra.

Bengal's smile was gone. Her mouth had become a thin, furious line. A thin stream of blood trickled from her nose, sending a crimson spray across her lip as her nostrils flared with anger. "You stupid bitch. Do you have a death wish, or something?" she hissed. "Consider that wish granted! This time, I'll make sure you stay down for good!" With that, the Tiger sprang forward, putting all her remaining strength into an Ambush Predator Super Kick! This devastating attack was even more powerful than the kick she'd used to put Kiana down earlier - and it was aimed directly at Cassandra's jaw.

Ambush Predator

[Weonna]

Cassandra barely had time to register the threat before Bengal’s boot rocketed toward her.

CRACK!

The Ambush Predator Super Kick struck her square on the jaw with a sickening snap. Cassandra’s head jerked violently to the side, her eyes going glassy mid-blink as the impact rippled through her skull. Her body didn’t resist—it simply folded, all strength vanishing in an instant.

The Lioness fell like a sack of bricks, her arms flopping limply at her sides, legs twisted awkwardly beneath her. She landed hard on her back, her chest rising and falling shallowly, lips parted in a slack daze. The crowd gasped, watching Cassandra lie there—broken, unmoving, and very possibly finished.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The sheer effort required for the Super Kick had very nearly finished off Bengal too. The Tiger overbalanced from the force of the blow, collapsing onto her back. She rolled onto her side, touching her aching thigh, as if to make sure the leg was still attached. Then she began clawing her way across the mat, moving arm over arm, panting for breath between each motion. "Stay down...stay...down..." she wheezed, repeating the words like some sort of strange prayer.

The journey couldn't have taken more than ten seconds, but it seemed like an eternity of torment. Just when she felt like she was about to pass out, she finally reached the limp form of Cassandra. She drew herself up with her last vestiges of strength, and flopped across her opponent for the pin. It was fortunate that the Lioness had fallen onto her back, because Bengal wasn't sure if she would have been able to flip the other woman over. And this time, her decision not to hook the leg wasn't born of arrogance - she simply couldn't lift her arms to do it.

The referee began another count, as the crowd looked on nervously. "One!"

[Weonna]

Just as the referee's hand slammed down for the two-count, a desperate cry echoed from the ropes. Sofia, gritting her teeth and clutching her sore arm, forced herself to her feet. Her body screamed in protest, but the fire in her eyes burned with defiance. She wasn’t about to let her leader fall.

With a small hop and a painful burst forward, Sofia raised both fists high overhead—and crashed them down with a double axe handle to Bengal’s spine to break the pin!

SMACK!

Hopefully the strike to Bengal's back would he enough for the ref to stop the count as Sofia would immediately collapsed beside them, her limbs trembling. She had nothing left. But she had done enough.