"Fuckin' hell!" he snarled, shaking his head to clear it. His hand instinctively went to his jaw, rubbing the area already forming a bruise.
The crowd roared around them, half chanting her name, half cheering for him to fight back.
He leaned back against the ropes, letting them support his weight for a second as he collected himself. His blue eyes narrowed on her, tracking every micro-movement as she bounced went to regain the momentum to her advantage.
Ivan saw the next move coming, her body coming to him in mid-air. At the last possible second, he planted his feet firmly, bracing himself against the mat. His hands shot up defensively, catching her thighs as she came at him.
"Agh!" he grunted as the impact still jarred his spine against the post, but he held firm. His grip tightened around her legs as they wrapped around his neck, using his core strength to keep himself upright.
"Not happening," he growled, muscles straining as he tried to flip the script. Lifting he up on his shoulders, he ran up to the center of the ring and jumped to smash her back first in a Powerbomb.
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