A handicap streamer match "say hi to chat Ivan" (Ivan Ramirez vs Cara Citrus and IF)

[DarknessMaster]

Match type: handicap

Attire: normal

Victory condition: pinfall, submission, DQ, or ko, hentai is allowed and encouraged


IF was currently stretching while Cara took selfies behind her

"say cheese cutie~"

Cara said as she took a picture of Isabell, the girl blinking a bit as she looked at Cara

"are you sure that you wanna be taking pics instead of stretching?"

"oh right, sorry I wasn't thinking about that, I wanted to get some good gym pics"

Isabell chuckled a bit

"and you're sure that's a priority over, you know, the match? This is both of our debuts"

"I know, you don't have to remind me, I promise I'll do just fine, beside, I got a pro fighter on my side~"

Cara said as she softly kissed Isabell, before both of them heard their theme, with Isabell running out, Cara grabbing her phone as she rushed after her, as they both slid into the ring on their stomachs, Cara giggling as IF got on top of her and kissed her before getting up and taking Cara in her arms

"my my my~ what a chivalrous knight~"

"ain't I?"

IF asked cheekily as she walked to their corner with Cara in her arms, despite being shorter than Cara, she clearly had enough muscle for both of them



IF's appearance:



Cara's appearance:



Their intro theme:

https://youtu.be/uMGRgoWoWSw?si=nQpdPVhFeF6co2Bs

[MR. Q]

In the backstage, Ivan currently getting a much needed makeover from Hermes and Satan. They're reasoning is because his opponents for tonight are bunch of streamers that would probably humiliate themselves so he must look good cause they're famous.

You don't underestimate the power of a rabid fan or you'll get shanked in the stomach.

(Ooooooooh Oshi no Ko reference!!!)

Obviously, he kicked out the latter. Ivan won't trust Satan to take care of herself moreso on his face! It's the only thing his no good dad left behind and he ain't letting it go to waste. So after a few minutes and some bickering with the mute girl fussing on his face it was done.


"NOTHING FRICKING CHANGED, GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Hermes made her exit successfully after trolling Ivan.

Shaking his head, Ivan huffed at the antics of his dorm mates. To think he has to suffer years with them. He might actually cry one of these days. Before he can think about just crying in a corner, his theme have began to play.

"Show time."

With that, he entered the ring.

Oh look, they're adorable.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would hop into the ring, clearly not taking their match to seriously as she walked up to Ivan and gave him a peck on the check before pulling out her phone, Ivan could smell how seriously the girl was taking her motif though, Cara smelled of oranges and cream, certainly was a sweet smell to be greeted with in a ring

"say citrus big boy~"

Cara said as she took a selfie with him before the bell rang

[MR. Q]

The moment Ivan set foot inside the ring, a whirlwind of color and scent enveloped him. Cara, seemingly unfazed by his appearance, greeted him with an impish kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a faint blush on his tan skin. As he turned towards her, she presented her smiling face to him, phone held high.

It actually reminded him of his little siblings.

"Say citrus, big boy?" Ivan quirked an eyebrow as he mirrored Cara's playful tone awkwardly. He knew full well where this was going; another silly pose for social media. The bell signaling the start of the match pierced the air, effectively halting the preening spectacle.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up looking at the picture, holding up a finger as she looked at it before handing her phone to her girlfriend, kissing her lips softly before walking back to up Ivan with a cute smile

"sorry about that, didn't mean for that bleed into the match, supes awkward"

Cara said, yeah it was clear she was an Instagram girl, he could also see that IF was filming both of them, his only guess, onlyfans or something similar

"so this is a wrestling match, how bout we start this traditionally"

Cara said as she held up her hands, challenging Ivan to test of strength

[MR. Q]

Ivan watched, slightly bemused, as Cara fiddled with her phone and then handed it off to her partner. The couple shared a quick, affectionate kiss, causing Ivan to wolf whistle.

Oh, his gonna be in trouble later.

"S-supe awkward," Ivan repeated, attempting to mimic her slang. Kids and their Gen Z slangs nowadays.

This generation is cooked!!!

Despite the initial shock, he found himself charmed by her quirks. Seeing her partner holding the camera up to film, a mischievous smirk came to his lips.

When Cara proposed a traditional test of strength, Ivan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He hadn't expected such a straightforward approach from someone so clearly small. Without hesitation, he met her gesture, clashing their palms together firmly.

And pushed.

Hard.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up pushing back, but she was clearly not able to keep up with the man she was put up against, despite her best efforts she ended up being pinned to the ropes, with her immediately jumping a little and wrapping her legs around Ivan's waist, with her doing a cute little giggle and playing with her hair

"heheh, sorry, force of habit"

Cara said with a bit of a blush on her face, was this her idea of foreplay?

[MR. Q]

Ivan felt Cara's slender legs wrap around his waist as she pressed her body against his, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Her fingers played with her hair, drawing attention to her flushed cheeks. The blush deepened as she apologized for her actions, claiming it was simply a force of habit.

A habit that landed her in a compromising position against the ropes, Ivan thought with a smirk. He couldn't help but wonder if this was indeed her idea of foreplay.

"I don't mind," Ivan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner.

Before slamming her hard in a powerbomb.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up feeling Ivan slowly picking her up before suddenly being slammed onto the ground, causing Cara to gasp, her legs tightening as she was slammed by Ivan clearly wanting some kind of support as her back was in a decent amount of pain. With Cara slowly releasing Ivan's body after the fact

[MR. Q]

With deliberate slowness, Ivan curled his strong arms beneath Cara's lithe frame, lifting her effortlessly off the mat. Her slender limbs wrapped tightly around his torso as if seeking reassurance, a reaction Ivan found both endearing and amusing.

Then, in a swift motion, he snapped her spine-first into the canvas. The impact sent a jolt through her delicate form, forcing a sharp gasp from between her parted lips.

As Cara gradually released her grip, Ivan helped her sit up, pulling her up on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes for another bodyslam.