Panther's Pride: Bengal VS. Patricia Lincoln

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal felt her knee strike connect, sending a jolt up her leg and through her spine. But when the Tiger turned around, her opponent had vanished. She frowned with confusion, eyes darting back and forth. Where had Patricia gone? Had she been hit so hard that she simply evaporated? Bengal had an inflated opinion of her own strength, but even she knew that wasn't possible. That was when she noticed the Panther's black-stockinged leg, just before it slipped under the ring and out of sight.

"Oh, no you don't!" Bengal muttered under her breath. She sprinted around the ring, positioning herself on the opposite side, where she predicted that Patricia would come out. While the Tiger had a longer distance to cover, she was able to move at full speed, while her opponent had to crawl under the cramped ring. As a result, she reached her destination before the Panther did, giving her more time to prepare. She narrowed her eyes with concentration, still oblivious to the referee's count. "Four! Five!" Flaring her nostrils, the Indian fighter kicked her foot back, like a bull getting ready to charge. The instant that the American's mane of black hair emerged from beneath the ring apron, she lunged forward, aiming a Punt Kick at her opponent's exposed head!

Punt Kick

[Dwrites]

As Patricia crawled under the ring she heard Bengal’s footsteps rapidly thumping on the concrete before stopping right where she had planned to come out from under the ring. “She really isn’t going to let me catch a breath is she?” Patricia thought as she sighed deeply before continuing the crawl this time more slowly in order to come up with a plan of attack. When her face was just a few inches short of touching the apron she would stop crawling and lift the apron with one hand. As soon as she was visible to the shock of no one Bengal attempted to take her head clean off with a punt kick! But unlike the knee from earlier Patricia was ready for it, using the arm not holding the apron she would grab Bengal’s attacking foot and push it upwards hoping to make Bengal loss her footing and stagger while she slid out from underneath the ring. If she was successfully able to get out from under the ring she would assume a down on all fours position before attempting to ram Bengal’s midsection with her head much like a ram.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal had hoped to hammer Patricia to the floor with her Punt Kick, but the Panther's senses were just as keen as her namesake. She saw the blow coming, caught onto the heel of her rival's boot, and shoved with all her might. The Tiger staggered back, knocked off balance. She had just gotten her foot back down when the American's skull collided with her torso, sending her reeling once more. The barricade crashing against her spine was the only thing that kept the fight from spilling into the crowd.

Leaning against the steel barrier, Bengal's eyes flicked warily from side to side, as she contemplated her next move. A part of her wanted to lunge back at Patricia, hitting the Panther with her own headbutt in retaliation. It was a tempting prospect, but there wasn't time. The referee had almost reached the end of their count. "Six! Seven! Eight!" The Tiger hated to look as if she was running from a fight. At the same time, she had no desire for this bout to end in a draw via double count-out; she'd already experienced that kind of frustration in her match against Cassandra Williams, and she couldn't imagine that it felt any better the second time. With one last, longing look at her opponent, she sprang to her feet and slipped back into the ring. She skidded under the bottom rope, like a baseball player sliding for home, just as the official called, "Nine!"

[Dwrites]

Patrica’s eyes never left Bengal as she got back on her feet eager to get on the offensive. Without a care for the ref or the count Patricia started to advance toward Bengal who was leaning on the steel barricade. Their eyes meet and Patricia could see the anger and hatred in Bengal’s eyes before Bengal bolted forward. Patricia immediately braced herself for any number of moves Bengal could throw but one she didn’t see coming was Bengal running right past her before sliding into the ring like a baseball star. Patricia’s eyebrows raised in confusion before hearing the ref shout “Nine”. Suddenly realizing how dire of a situation she was in she immediately made a dash towards the ring before attempting to slide into the ring completely throwing any concerns on what Bengal was doing or planning in favor of trying not to loss by count out leaving her open to attack.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal rose to her feet, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Her instincts told her what that meant: this fight wouldn't be ending by count-out. Craning her head to look over her shoulder, she noticed Patricia sliding into the ring behind her. The Panther had escaped the ten-count as well, but her rush to get back into the ring had distracted the American, causing her to drop her guard.

After having her punt kick thwarted by Patricia's supernatural awareness, this was the opening that Bengal had been looking for. The telltale gleam in the Blaze Tiger's eyes was the only warning she gave, before she exploded into her Ambush Predator super kick! Her striped boot rocketed forward like a meteor, so fast that it seemed as if it might burst into flames to match the pattern on her kneepads - a supersonic strike that threatened to pulverize the Panther's jaw! Some sympathetic fans in the front row shouted warnings to the younger fighter, but would Patricia be able to react in time?

Spoiler

[Dwrites]

Patricia breathed a sign of relief having escaped the certain embarrassment of losing her debut fight by count out. However that relief was short lived as the fan’s yells of warning reached her causing her head to snap to where Bengal was which was…right in front her….with a kick aimed at her jaw. Patricia only had enough time to widen her eyes and let out a single word “Shit” before Bengal’s kick connected sending Patricia down to the mat.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

A sound like a whip crack echoed through the arena, as Bengal's super kick hit its mark. Just as she'd planned, Patricia's last-second slide into the ring had left her too distracted to heed the warnings of the fans. Still, the Tiger knew that she couldn't afford to stand around gloating. She'd already seen the Panther recover from plenty of brutal offense during this match, shrugging off strikes that would have left most fighters out cold. If Bengal wanted to win, she needed to keep up the pressure. And as she glanced at Patricia's costume tail, lying flat beneath the young woman's limp body, she had the perfect idea for how to do just that.

Moving swiftly, before her opponent could regain her senses, Bengal pulled Patricia into a kneeling position. She yanked up on her foe's tail, painfully wedging the black vinyl fabric of the other woman's singlet between her buttcheeks. Then she coiled the remaining length around the Panther's neck, strangling her with her own tail! As she cinched the cord tight, she made sure to twist Patricia's right arm behind her back, so her opponent couldn't use her dominant hand to claw her way out of the hold.

"Weren't expecting this, were you?" Bengal whispered mockingly, her lips barely an inch away from the rival feline's ear. "Maybe you should have dressed for a wrestling match, instead of a costume party. Too late now!" She leaned back, using her full weight to pull even harder on the tail, like someone hoisting a heavy load with a rope and pulley. "You've got two choices now, little cub," she teased, raising her voice so the audience could better appreciate her wit. "Start tapping those paws...or take a catnap!"