Natsumi Ozora vs Ivan Ramirez - Count Your Blessing

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Match Rules: Submission

Natsumi was meditating in her locker room in preparation for tonight's bout, it seemed that the seeker was getting a proper bout in the law arena. The law fans had seemingly been super keen to get Natsumi to show up for a match, in fact the bookers had too also. But the fervor hadn't reached the seeker's ears until now. Because well she didn't really use the internet, ironically making her harder to get hold of. Still they wanted in for a match and Natsumi wouldn't turn down a bout. She heard the knock on the door and knew it was go time.

After heading off out the locker room Natsumi took a moment to look down at her entrance attire, a simple white bikini with gold trim and sandals with her monk hat atop her head. The seeker would wait at the curtains for her theme song to play, sure enough the dancing tones of Gokurado Jodo would play from the speakers and Natsumi would emerge once the lyrics hit and bowed to the crowd with grace before dancing to the ring. Once getting there she would sit atop the turnbuckle of her corner in seeming meditation as she waited for her opponent to arrive for tonight!

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Ivan stepped out from the backstage and into the arena next. He moved with purpose, strong shoulders rolling as he descended the stairs, anticipating a good fight. The crowd buzzed, eager for the upcoming violence.

As he reached the apron, Ivan cocked his head, blue eyes flicking over to Natsumi’s meditating form. A smirk twitched his lips—reminds him of someone. He slipped between the ropes with fluid ease, the muscles of his arms flexing as he settled into his corner. His gaze remained fixed on Natsumi, taking in every detail of her lithe form clad in that tempting bikini. A tasteful attire for a standard submission match.

Which is a miracle itself. Mr. Q might be loosing his touch if he wasn't able to book him with a Hentai match with this one. Better not question the gift on the horse's mouth.

The referee called for instructions, and without further notice, the match starts.

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Well Natsumi wasn't going to have to wait long for her opponent to arrive at least. The monk spotted Ivan showing up at the entrance ramp and he was looking all business, confident walk, musclehead build. Natsumi didn't show fear though. She knew that type of person and her gaze was neutral in her meditations, however eventually the monk would stand up and crack her neck. Just because she had a body that was blessed by the gods that didn't mean it couldn't fight all the same.

She hung her monk hat on the iron pole of the corner and entered into her martial arts stance while smiling and saying "Good evening, you face Natsumi Ozora. Prepare yourself." and waited for the bell to ring. Once it did the monk was cautious out the gate here. She'd slowly approach Ivan there and would shoot out a swift kick at his gut with her right leg to see if his abs were for show or not, as well as if he could actually fight or not with a body like that.

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Ivan's eyes narrowed as he watched Natsumi saunter towards him, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied the power he knew she possessed. He'd faced many like her—seemingly delicate on the outside, but with a core of iron beneath.

The kick came fast, driven by a leg honed for combat. It caught Ivan square in the gut, and he felt the air leave his lungs in a rush. For a moment, he staggered back, Natsumi's strength leaving him no doubt that she was the real deal.

But Ivan had learned long ago how to turn an opponent's momentum against them. As the kick landed, he let its force carry him back towards the ropes. The ropes stretched behind him as it absorbed the force, then snapped back as he pushed off with all his strength.

Aiming his shoulder at the center of Natsumi's chest, Ivan launched himself forward with a powerful, controlled charge. His body became a battering ram, the hard muscle of his shoulder aimed to slam into her sternum and knock the wind from her lungs, payback for the hit he'd taken.

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Natsumi felt that kick connect and knew that she had done it well, but Ivan seemed to be not just for show with those muscles. The seeker had just recovered from her own flying kick by rolling to the side and Ivan came rolling right towards her having managed to rebound off the ropes, the next thing Natsumi knew she was being crashed into. It was like a wall of pure muscle having plowed into her!

"Gah!" Natsumi yelled as she was sent backwards, ending up into a crumpled heap on the mat. Her chest jiggled like crazy as she gazed up at the ring lights, meditating and pondering on what the heck just hit her in that moment!

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Ivan allowed himself a grim smile as he watched Natsumi crumple, the satisfying thud of her body hitting the mat still ringing in his ears. He'd learned early on that the key to winning a fight was to take your opponent off their feet—literally and figuratively. And that shoulder bash had done just that.

But Ivan knew better than to underestimate an opponent, no matter how impressive the takedown.

Ivan didn't waste a second. As Natsumi lay dazed on the mat, he surged forward, closing the distance in a flash. His eyes zeroed in on the seeker's left thigh, the toned muscle there tempting and inviting.

With a powerful leap, Ivan launched himself at his prone opponent. As he descended, Ivan brought his right elbow down in a powerful arc, aiming to drive it into the meat of Natsumi's thigh.

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Okay Natsumi was downed, but not out of it. The monk would have to admit that perhaps she ought to be more careful coming out the gate now against a man of Ivan's build. The seeker however knew that she was vulnerable at this moment. Any fighter worth their salt ought to try and capitalize on a downed opponent and the redhead smelled blood in the water with that being Natsumi's very own!

She yelped harshly as Ivan managed to land his mark on her thigh leaving a nice red imprint on her thick leg, but Natsumi was tough despite her busty frame telling one otherwise. The seeker would grit her teeth and try to spring to life among the feelings of pain and attempt to slink her non injured leg close to her own and try to cinch Ivan's head into her thighs for a headscissor attempt, while trying to bonk the top of his head with a right handed fist!

"Hgngng! I-I'll knock some sense into you!" Natsumi yelled out as she attempted to try and salvage the situation.

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Ivan felt a surge of adrenaline as his elbow connected with Natsumi's thigh, the satisfying impact sending a jolt up his arm. He could almost feel the muscle quivering beneath his skin, and he knew he'd struck a sensitive area.

But just as quickly as he'd taken her down, Natsumi was moving again. Ivan's eyes widened as he saw her legs closing around his head, the slick skin of her inner thighs pressing against his cheeks as she tried to cinch him in a headscissor.

He grunted in pain as her fist connected with the top of his skull, the force of the blow rocking his head back. Ivan's hands shot out, gripping the backs of Natsumi's thighs as he tried to pry himself free of her grip.

It was a struggle, but Ivan was stronger. With a burst of effort, he wrenched his head free, feeling the skin of his face sting from the friction. He rolled to the side, breaking Natsumi's scissor hold, and sprung back to his feet.

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Okay Natsumi was having to struggle here against this demon possessed individual, no matter however for the seeker would attempt to ensure that by the end of this bout Ivan wouldn't be thinking much of anything besides hopefully being cured of such evil thoughts and intentions. Still he was made of tough stuff and no doubt fueled by his desires to claim victory against the seeker.

Eventually Ivan would break free from his leggy prison with his warden giving a cute yelp of surprise, Natsumi would lay on the mat blinking for a few seconds before she'd get on her hands and knees. Then she'd move to get back to her feet and say "Hmmm you are sound of body, but what of mind?" Natsumi would tilt her head to the side before then trying to saunter close to Ivan and then........leap up into the air and try to slam her large breasts right into Ivan's face and see what his reaction might be!

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Ivan's eyes flashed with a predatory light as he watched Natsumi rise to her feet, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. She was a fighter, that much was clear. But he could sense the confusion in her words, the uncertainty in her demeanor.

"What of mind?" he echoed, his voice a low growl. "You'll find out soon enough."

As Natsumi sauntered closer, Ivan tensed, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. But he wasn't prepared for what happened next.

In a move that caught him completely off guard, Natsumi leapt into the air, her lithe body arching gracefully. Ivan's eyes widened as he realized her intention a split second too late.

The soft, pillowy mounds of Natsumi's breasts slammed into his face with a force that drove the air from his lungs. For a moment, he was lost, drowning in a sea of warm, yielding flesh. The scent of her skin filled his nostrils, intoxicating and heady.

Ivan staggered back, his hands instinctively coming up to hold Natsumi up like a lover. But even as he did, he felt his body reacting to the contact, a primal heat building deep in his core.

Unfortunately, he ain't so simp for a woman's body! As he staggers (due to her...plumpness), he reorient himself before attempting to slam her down to the mat like an unwanted pancake with a Powerbomb!