Baggage brawl

[MR. Q]

A loud "oomph!" echoed throughout the arena as Ivan's abdomen absorbed the full force of Kyra's elbow strike. Ivan doubled over, clutching his stomach as his breath hitched in his throat.

"H-hey, nice shot..." He wheezed, struggling to regain his footing. Ivan slowly rolled away, a grimace still etched on his features from the bruising blow to his gut.

[KyraAgmento]

*The feeling of her connecting elbow made Kyra grin.*
"thank you"
*she then tried to slip behind Ivan to wrap her arms around his neck for a sleeperhold, hoping him to distract him with her naked body leaning against his back so he misses her attempt.*

[MR. Q]

Unaware of Kyra's sneaky plan, Ivan focused on regaining his bearings, slowly climbing to his feet with a deep, steadying breath. His gaze drifted downwards, drawn inexorably to the tantalizing expanse of Kyra's nude form splayed invitingly before him...

Suddenly, Kyra seized her opportunity, wrapping her arms around Ivan's neck and cinching him into a tight sleeper hold!

"Ah, damn it!" Ivan cursed as the air was abruptly cut off. He instinctively thrashed about, trying to shake her off, but Kyra held firm, leveraging her strength and position to maintain control.

Ivan stumbled forward blindly, inadvertently carrying Kyra along with him.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra cheered as her plan worked an Ivan startet to carry her piggyback while sh was choking him. She struggled to stay in place while he stumbled with her naked body on his back wich made it rather difficult. *

[MR. Q]

Ivan's mind grew foggy as the oxygen deprivation took its toll, his vision blurring at the edges. Kyra's weight and wriggling form on his back made every step a struggle, threatening to send them both crashing to the mat at any moment.

Desperate to regain the upper hand, Ivan lunged forward with a final burst of energy, slamming Kyra's naked body into the unforgiving turnbuckle corner with a thud, crushing her between the turnbuckles and his body.

[KyraAgmento]

"Argh!"
*the young blonde moaned in pain as Ivan slammed her into the turnbuckle, she managed to keep her arms around Ivans neck but the shock and pain losened her grip enough to let air into Ivans lungs and oxygen to his brain. A second impact would break her grip fully as the air is forced out of her lungs and send another sharp pain through her back and render her helpless for a moment.*

[MR. Q]

Moving in, Ivan move up to Kyra, her naked form still dangling limply from the turnbuckle. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he quickly slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy, followed by a third, curling them to stroke her inner walls without the ref's notice, his body blocking the view.

Feeling her respond, Ivan's grip on her pussy tightened as he lifted her up, positioning her over his shoulders to slam face-first into the turnbuckles once more. This time, though, his fingers remained buried deep within her quivering sex, pumping steadily to heighten her arousal and discomfort.

As he prepared to drive her down, Ivan leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Hope you're ready for round two, darling," he whispered, his voice laced with wicked intent. "Because I'm just getting started with you." Before slamming her down head first to turnbuckle pads.

[KyraAgmento]

*Ivans finger forced a moan out of Kyras mouth but after the hard slams it would be natural to moan so the referee ignored it as normal sound of a hit fighter. The young blonde shivered as Ivans finger stretched her womanhood and then she bright lights flashed in her eyes as she hit the turnbuckle this time face first. She struggled weakly to get out of Ivans grip but the second impact stopped her efforts and Kyra moaned and went limp.*

[MR. Q]

Feeling Kyra's body go limp in his hold, Ivan relaxed his grip slightly, allowing her to slump over his shoulder in a defeated, spent heap. His fingers, still embedded within her pulsing pussy, began to slow their rhythmic motions, coaxing out her residual juices before pulling out before anyone notices.

The crowd, oblivious to the sensual actions happening inches from their eyes, eagerly anticipated the impending finale, cheering wildly as they imagined the graphic climax to come. Ivan smirked to himself, knowing full well what he was planning next...

With a satisfied nod, he hefted the girl on his shoulders and began his way to the provided coffin.

What a grim way to end the match.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra lay limp over Ivans shoulder she started to move slightly as Ivan carried her throug the ring to the large Steamer trunk in the middle. Her moves were still weak so Ivan had no trouble in handling her for the moment.*