Red in Tooth and Claw: Ashley Morgan VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Thanks to Afterhoursclub for having this match with me!

Match Type: 1v1, No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere

Ashley Morgan, the Red Menace

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Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

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Backstage at the L.A.W. arena, Bengal was making some last-minute preparations for her match: painting dark stripes around her right eye, adjusting her arm sleeves and cat-eared headband, testing the sharpness of her long nails. She finished it all, just as the overhead lights darkened, and her entrance music began playing. It was officially showtime!

The Tiger emerged from backstage, stalking through the smoke left behind by her pyrotechnics. Her electric blue eyes pierced through the haze like two flares of witchfire as she made her way down the entrance ramp. Every footfall of her striped boots sent off another round of bursting sparks, making the fans crowding both sides of the aisle scream and scatter. Bengal laughed at their fright, throwing back her head and tossing her mane of snow-white hair. She didn't seem to mind the fiery explosions. Showers of sparks danced across her umber skin, revealing the contours of her muscled body and throwing her grim expression into sharp relief. But somehow, miraculously, she was unburnt and unharmed.

As Bengal neared the bottom of the ramp, the ring announcer's voice boomed out, cutting through the cracks of the pyro and the shouts and jeers of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...from Kolkata, India...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

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Several members of the crowd booed, but it didn't bother the Tiger. She leaped onto the apron, climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, and stuck her tongue out at the stands, making sure to rotate her torso so that everyone in the audience would get a view of her rude gesture. Then she hopped down into the ring and took up her position in the corner. Her azure eyes were fixed on the top of the ramp, alert for any sign of her opponent.

Bengal didn't know much about who she was facing tonight, besides the fact that she was a powerhouse heavyweight. That was slightly worrisome. Fighting above her weight class hadn't always gone well for the Tiger in the past. On the other hand, she was confident that these match stipulations would give her a decisive advantage. Bengal enjoyed using low blows, eye scratches, and other underhanded tactics in every match, of course - but tonight, she didn't even need to worry about being disqualified for it. I'll tear her apart, and the ref won't even be able to stop me, she thought to herself, smirking with anticipation. Her pyrotechnics had stopped, her theme was dying down, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before her enemy revealed herself.

[Afterhoursclub]

The lights in the arena dimmed as the first loud chords of Eleine's song "Enemies" blared over the speakers.

Pushing the curtain at the entrance ramp, the macabre figure of Ashley appeared, covered in her typical black and red clothing. A serious and threatening look was drawn on her face. She began her firm march toward the ring, Ashley didn't have time to gesture to the excited crowd, the redhead had been on a mission ever since she first set foot in a LAW arena: to dominate the competition.

"...and her opponent, standing at six feet tall, weighing 175 pounds; From Cambridge, England. She is the red menace:

Ashley Morgan!"

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Eyes glued to the small girl waiting for her in the ring, she gripped the second rope, pulling herself up and jumping over the apron, a loud noise as the heels of her boots crashed onto the mat, the whole ring trembling with her arrival. She crouched below the top rope and finally stood tall inside the squared circle.

The heelish redhead glared at her opponent, and with a smirk, she walked toward the corner, patiently waiting for the starting bell.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Even Bengal had to grudgingly admit that Ashley's entrance theme was excellent. Her opponent was clearly a fellow metalhead. Of course, that didn't mean the Tiger would go easy on her when it came to fighting - or to trash-talking. She cast her catlike eyes over the larger woman, searching for a weakness, something to insult or exploit. There wasn't much to find. The Englishwoman had an imposing, statuesque figure, and her face was devoid of any expression save brute rage. She didn't even react to the noise of the crowd. For a brief moment, the Tiger was at a loss for words.

Still, Bengal could always find something to demean an opponent over, if she thought hard enough. "The Red Menace? What, is it your time of the month or something?" she purred mockingly, finding her voice at last. "You don't look very menacing to me." That was a bluff, of course; Bengal wasn't about to let Ashley know how intimidating she really came off. "But your face will be red when I embarrass you tonight, so I guess it fits!"

DING-DING-DING! The opening bell interrupted Bengal's taunts. She raised her hands and started forward, balancing lightly on the balls of her feet. She wanted to see if her barbs would incite Ashley to attack, or if the so-called Red Menace would give her an opening to make the first move. Either way, her intuition told her that this was going to be a hell of a fight, a brutal, bruising struggle against another heel. No quarter, and no mercy. Just the way I like it!