Teaching an unruly dog (Cassandra "the goddess of sadism" vs Ivan Ramirez)

[DarknessMaster]

Cassandra would smirk as she stepped on Ivan's stomach with her boot, licking her lips as she slowly twisted her boot from side to side, wanting him to know just how much pain she could inflict in a matter of a few seconds

[MR. Q]

Okay, this is degrading and Ivan ain't gonna stand for it.

Getting step on by a sexy lady might turn others on but his not into this kind of play. It's kinda unsettling, disturbing and killing his boner.

So as payback, he grabbed that leg and twisted the skin. A very painful twist, something he had done and experienced with his siblings.

He also gave her the most smug look like he telling 'what's you gonna do about it? ' before twisting that damn leg further.

[DarknessMaster]

Cassandra would yell in pain as she felt her skin getting twisted, immediately she would attempt to escape by using her other foot to step on Ivan as well wanting him to let go so she could get away from him, putting her full weight on his stomach before back away in order to show Ivan his place, but not wanting to have her full weight on him for too long

[MR. Q]

Hearing her cry out in pain was satisfying for Ivan.

Unfortunately, that satisfaction died a quick death as Cassandra put her entire weight in retaliation at her person.

"Gack! Bitch! I can do this all day!" Ivan wheezed with a manic look, twisting her leg even further as payback. His stomach hurts by getting flattened but he had worse Ulcers before. This shit is nothing.

Although his lungs says otherwise.

So who will give up first? Cassandra or him?

[DarknessMaster]

Cassandra would stomp down

"let go brat!"

Cassandra yelled, breaking her calm and collected persona bring broken for a second as frustration set in, Cassandra just wanting to get her opponent off of her leg

[MR. Q]

"Nevaaaaaah!!! Hahahahahahaa! Agay!(Ouch!) Agay! (Ouch!)." Ivan laughed maniacally before spluttering as she began stomping on him.

But he ain't letting go, neither stop twisting her leg. If his gonna suffer, she's gonna suffer with him.

Such a wicked mindset. Truly, he belonged to the streets.

[DarknessMaster]

The referee would end up seeing Cassandra and Ivan doing this and would warn both of them

"if you don't get off of him then I will start the count!"

"then make him let the hell go!"

"he probably won't let go until you get off, now get off of him!"

Cassandra would get her second foot off of Ivan

[MR. Q]

As the ref finally interfered, Ivan's brain finally got back to proper to its functions. His maniacal laughter and persistent grip on Cassandra's leg is just the result of his lung's not pumping enough air to his brain.

As the leg got off him, he began coughing as he finally let go. His brain is rather clouded and his chest and stomach are aching badly.

Although the sight of two purple sadists standing over him is very scary as he laid on the mat, trying to get his bearings back.

[DarknessMaster]

"are you alright son?"

The referee asked, offering Ivan a hand up as Cassandra walked back to her corner, simply waiting for when Ivan was ready again

"there's no shame in surrender son, I want you to remember that"

The ref reassured him, trying to keep Ivan from being hurt any more, as he helped Ivan get back up

[MR. Q]

Ivan brushes off the ref, not wanting the help.

"I'm good. Still fight." He told him, he ain't surrending like a punk who bit more than he chew on the streets. He took much more brutal beatings like this.

Except his brain is much more cohesive. But who needs that?

Taking up his stance, he raised his guard to signal the ref to resume the fight.

Night is still young.