How To Tame a Dog: Naomi vs Ivan

[AshAllen]

(This after her debut)

[Submission Match, Hentai Allowed]

A win under her belt and now a new match already lined up, Naomi stood at the top of the entrance ramp. Her form Lightningnelly up thanks to the lights behind her and her theme song blasting in the background. Instead of her black and yellow MMA attire, here she stood a black and yellow sports top, connected to a black choke around her neck. Black wrestling pants with cutouts on her inner thighs to let audience see her toned legs.

Her glorious body, outlined by her attire, shined in the glow of the lighting as she strutted around the ramp like a model. But throwing in her own tomboy flair as her muscles caught the attention of guys and girls alike, to which she winked at and caused a lot of them to faint.

When she reached the ring, she climbed onto the apron and spun around. One arm holding onto to the top rope before she blew a kiss to the audience and proceeded to flip over the top rope! Sticking the landing and throwing her arms up into the air before taking her corner. She was excited about this.

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[MR. Q]

Striding down the tunnel with a smug grin on his face, Ivan makes eye contact with each and every section of the roaring crowd. This flashy entrance and arrogant demeanor aren't lost on anyone, including his upcoming foe.

As his music starts blaring through the arena speakers, the cameras zoom in on Ivan, showcasing his toned physique clad in a simple yet tight wrestling pants. His striking red hair falls messily about his chiseled features. Each step carries a confident swagger, his eyes locked onto the woman waiting for him in the ring.

She was taller than him, with much more muscle tone than him by his guess but that's just adds the challenge.

Well, as long as she isn't a Amazoness monster, he's good.

Hopping in the ring, he went on his corner and gave his opponent a nod.

[AshAllen]

Naomi looked over her next victim up and down. Ok she’ll admit, he’s not bad looking and he’s got a nice build. She nodded back at him out of respect. Doing a few stretches and warming up for the match MMA style before the bell rings. Something told her that this was gonna test her in more ways than one, but she wasn’t sure how. Hit in any event, she was ready to fight. But just for fun, she gave him a flirty wink.

[MR. Q]

Ivan catches Naomi's flirtatious wink and flashes a wolfish grin, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He appreciates a feisty opponent, especially one as gorgeous as the tomboy bombshell strutting her stuff in the ring.

With a playful shrug, Ivan mirrors her wink, adding a sly tilt of his head to emphasize his roguish charm. He knows exactly what buttons to press to get under woman's skin and keep her guessing throughout their match.

As the referee calls the competitors to the center for introductions, Ivan saunters over, his posture relaxed yet prepared. He offers Naomi a respectful nod.

Once the formalities are done, Ivan returns to his corner, where he cracks his knuckles and readies himself for the impending battle as he took a boxing stance.

[AshAllen]

Naomi caught the look in his eye before flashing her won wolffish grin back at Ivan. She swayed her hips on the way to the middle, nodding back before moving back. Swaying her hips as she approached her corner and waited for the bell to ring.

Continuing her warmup as she looked at Ivan. Keeping the same wolfish grin. She’s dealt with certain fighters before and she had a feeling that Ivan was one of those fighters. Ok sure she may have lost some, but she dominated in others. Oh she was going to enjoy this little bout.

And she would soon get the chance as the ref signaled for the match to start!

[MR. Q]

The bell tolls, signaling the start of their intense matchup, and Ivan wastes no time diving straight into a brutal exchange of blows. With lightning quick reflexes, he closes the distance between them as Naomi approaches, feigning a left hook only to deliver a devastating stomp towards her feet meant to send jolts of pain shooting through her ankles.

It would be an opening for a right hook to the chin!

[AshAllen]

What happened almost felt like a blur when Ivan quickly closed the distance with speed that even took Naomi by surprise. She would have tried to dodge the fake attack but her foot was stomped on by Ivan, causing her to cry out in pain from the slamming pressure. She wasn’t going to be outdone this quickly in an exchange of fists. In an attempt to gain the upper hand and get some payback, she’d try and throw a her own attack. Her right hook seemingly coming in, only for her fist to miss his head and hit Ivan in his cheek with her elbow.

[MR. Q]

Naomi's elbow strike lands solidly against Ivan's cheek, drawing a grunt of pain from the Filipino brawler. However, Ivan uses the force of her blow to pivot and twist his torso, turning the impact into leverage for a vicious counterattack.

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan swiftly steps inside Naomi's guard and unleashes a powerful jab aimed directly at her exposed ribcage, targeting her vulnerable liver area. The punch is delivered with precision and force, designed to sap her energy and leave her reeling.

[AshAllen]

Naomi smirked as her attack landed and she dealt a good hit on Ivan’s face. “Ha! Take tha- OOMPH!” Naomi’s sentence was cut off right in the middle as Ivan’s fist dug into her ribs. Causing her to cough out a little spit form the hit. Arms wrapping around her now sore rib cage because of how hard Ivan struck her there, even making her bend forward because of the strike.

[MR. Q]

Seizing control of the situation, Ivan lunges forward and hooks Naomi's arms, trapping them in his own as he pushes her face-first into the crook of his thighs. The momentum propels her downward, forcing her to bend uncomfortably.

With Naomi immobilized and at his mercy, Ivan hoists her up, using her weight to execute a devastating facebuster. He drives her forehead ruthlessly into the mat, aiming to break her concentration and send shockwaves through her entire body.