Ivan Ramirez VS Saya Matou

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Spoiler

Smother Match
Win by Smother KO only
Hentai is allowed

Ivan's walking in his funeral. The redhead slumped, slowly walking like a zombie into the backstage as the roaring crowd echoed just around the opening. It was like a funeral march at this point.

As to why he is like this? It's because he got roped into a match against a heavyweight. His first official match against a heavyweight wrestler in LAW.

Which is bad.

Ivan's a true believer of weight class division rules. Lightweight should fight lightweights and heavyweights against heavyweights. Naturally, LAW threw that rules out of the window, his dignity following suite. He got a fair share of unfair matches against him with some lighter division himself so he isn't one talk.

Yet he dreaded when it's his time to be put in these unfair matches. Memories of his time on the pit came to surface, fight against men who are far older and bigger than him. It was a bad time for him.

It now his turn here in LAW.

With a gulp, he ignored everything as he walked into the ring.

He ignored the announcer.

He ignored the crowd.

He just went to his corner and waited.

For his execution.

"I'm gonna die." He whimpered, dreading what kind of muscle woman of a behemoth would com out of the backstage.

[CaptainL]

When it came to the heavyweights of LAW, there were without a doubt plenty of imposing women among them. Bodybuilders, weightlifters, sumo wrestlers, and titans that would make anyone do a double-take if they saw them on the street. There was plenty of reason for Ivan to be concerned by the thought of facing one of them, especially if the experience would prove new to him. But the match would wait for no one - and now that he was in the ring, it was only a matter of time before his opponent arrived.

"Standing at 6'0, weighing 180 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan!! SAYAAAAAA MATOU!!"

The ring announcer called for Ivan's opponent...and nothing came.

The seconds ticked by. There was no sign of anyone at the top of the entrance ramp. A few murmurs went through the stands; some fans asked themselves if there was a mistake, or if they were being set up for a surprise entrance. Either way, it couldn't have done many favors for Ivan, who was left there waiting for the moment his opponent would finally enter, and he would see her in the flesh. Until then, he could only guess what sort of foe he'd be up against.

After a while, the ring crew finally got fed up with waiting, and one stagehand peered behind the curtain, whispering something. Only a moment after that, a voice called out.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY I'M COMING!!"

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At that point, Ivan's opponent arrived...and, rather than the confident, threatening mountain of muscle he had been expecting, he was greeted by a high school girl running down the aisle in a panic, her face pale and her heaving bosom bouncing so hard she had to hug her arm against it to keep it still. "Sorry!! Sorry, everyone!" she called to the people she passed. "I swear I won't do it again, I sw-" At that point, she was cut off when, in her hurry to explain herself, she didn't see where she was going and ran right into the ring apron, which let out a loud clang as she was thrown off her feet and into the floor.

"OW-!" Saya winced, rubbing her head with a groan before she picked herself up and climbed through the ropes. There, she looked up at Ivan and flashed an awkward smile, waving to him. "Hi-! I'm Saya! Soooo so sorry if I kept you waiting, really, I mean it!" She bowed her head, just to make sure he knew she meant it. "I just couldn't find my gym bag and I had to look around all over for it and I didn't realize they had called me! Uh, we can still have a good match, right?" She chuckled nervously - hopefully she hadn't blown her big moment!

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Ivan blinked at Saya multiple times, unable to comprehend her youthful appearance before him. That was NOT part of the deal. The whole point of his match today was to be mercilessly squished by someone of considerable size. Not... this.

"I'm gonna kill him." Ivan stared blankly ahead, imagining ways how to kill a midget. He almost died out of heart attack and might probably have a stroke because of this stunt pulled at him.

Ivan facepalmed, embarrassed on why he fell for something so simple. He was an idiot. Peeking through the gaps of his fingers, he observed his opponent.

Very young, beautiful and sexy.

Not to mention big.

What are they feeding these kids nowadays?!

Only plus is that she is clumsy if her early moment wasn't an act. He actually almost felt bad on what's gonna happen in this match.

Almost.

"No problem, just...let me process my midlife crisis before the ring bells."

[CaptainL]

Saya was still catching her breath as she stood in the ring in front of Ivan. One thing was for sure - the redheaded fighter had certainly been caught off-guard by Saya's example. But not quite in the way he had been expecting to. If anything, he was most surprised by just how unprepared and non-threatening Saya truly was - even now, she was facing him with a coy, awkward smile, hoping that she hadn't embarrassed herself too much with her entrance. This was...definitely not what he signed up for, for better or worse.

Saya didn't quite understand what Ivan said next. "Ahh..? What do you-" she began - but there was no time for idle talk now. Now that the two of them were in the ring, the timekeeper had no intentions of letting things run on any longer than they had to, after Saya's delays.

*DING DING DING*

Soon enough, the bell rang, and Saya knew she had to be ready! Letting out a gasp, she jumped back into a stance, bending at the knees and raising her hands. "R-Right-! Okay! I'm gonna do my best!" With the match underway, Saya would make her first move, closing in toward Ivan with her hands extended as she reached for his shoulders to enter a lockup. Once she was there, however, she'd shove her chest up against his as hard as she could, hoping to batter him backward with the sheer force her body could bring behind it!

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Ivan watched the bell go off, signaling the start of their match, as if he wasn't paying attention earlier anyway.

When Saya lunged forward, trying to grab his shoulder and shove her chest into his, Ivan's eyes wide in alarm as he found himself being pushed back by the taller and heavier girl.

"Oh shit!"

Locking up to her own shoulders, his heel dug on the canvas as he tries to stop her from pushing him. It proved ineffective of course. Huffing, Ivan decided to switch tactics.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he spun them around as such her back will hit the ropes first before his. Allowing him some breathing room and to mount a counterattack.

Starting with knee to the gut.

[CaptainL]

Saya might have been inexperienced as far as wrestling went - and, really, as far as being a functioning human being went - but she did have a few things going for her. She was nothing if not considerably well-endowed, she had keijo training on her side, and she was the daughter of Yuna Matou, a woman who had made a name for herself through leveraging her size and weight advantage against her opponents. She could do the same thing here - it wasn't like it took a considerable amount of strategic thought. Which, if anything, made it work even better for her.

Sure enough, against the sheer weight of Saya's body, Ivan was steered back against the ropes! The heavyweight smiled to herself as he staggered backward - this, she thought, as proof that she had him under control! However, Ivan wasn't done just yet - he would make that known well enough when he spun around, such that Saya's back would hit the ropes before he did! The girl let out a gasp then - he had struck with such speed, she hadn't even seen the reversal coming! Before she knew it, he kicked up his leg to slam a knee into her gut, causing her to cough and wheeze as she doubled over forward!

Clearly, Saya had underestimated just what her opponent had up his sleeve. But she knew how to adapt to the situation, too! Gritting her teeth, she reached out forward to grab for Ivan's head, and pull it forward to bury it into her cleavage! If this was a smother match, she'd step up to the plate!

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Ivan grunted, feeling Saya's ample breasts engulf his face as she tried to use her cleavage as a weapon against him. Her grip on his head was surprisingly strong despite her smaller stature. He tried to wriggle free but she held firm.

"Hngh..."

Despite being smothered, Ivan's mind was racing. He needed to think fast. This tactic was meant to leave him disoriented and weakened, but Ivan had an idea.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he yanked Saya down towards the mat, aiming to slam her back-first onto the canvas.

If successful, the impact would jar Saya loose, allowing Ivan to break free from her cleavage-smother attempt. And while she was momentarily stunned, he could strike another blow, gaining the upper hand in this mismatched bout.

[CaptainL]

As Saya pulled Ivan's head deep into her cleavage to go for a smother in the corner, she got her fair share of cheers and applause. A few fans were jealous of Ivan's predicament right now. But despite her size, Saya was somewhat of an underdog in this match. She was new to wrestling, and hardly knew the first thing about what she was doing - if she didn't have her weight on her side, this match would've seemed lopsided in Ivan's favor. In reality, she had felt just as unprepared going into this bout as Ivan had. And yet, she had managed to get the upper hand on him now - and plenty of fans, who either disliked Ivan for the brutality he'd shown in other matches or had been so taken with Saya's good looks that they were eager now to have a legitimate reason to cheer for her, were happy to see her step up to the plate and claim such success in spite of the odds!

It wasn't to last, though. Ivan managed to reach down, grabbing hold of Saya's thighs; his fingers dug deep to secure his grip into the soft flesh. Saya winced a little as she felt the pressure come down around her. "A-Ahh, ow-! Careful-!" she yelped - and, in doing so, she shrunk back a little, taking some of the pressure off of Ivan. That was all he needed to hoist her up off her feet - and then, to hurl her straight down, slamming her back into the canvas!

"GYAAAH-!!" The whole ring rumbled as Saya came crashing down against it, causing the ropes to shake and her curves to jiggle as the air was driven out of her. Even if Saya might've weighed far more than Ivan himself, and even if his head had been stuffed into her bosom, he still found the strength he needed to lift her high enough for a bodyslam - that was a feat of strength that had caused some of the fans to start to cheer him instead! In the middle of it all, Saya lay flat, groaning as the world around her spun. That impact had rattled her, and she needed a moment to collect herself after the fact.

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With a grunt, Ivan used all his strength to yank Saya down, pulling her off balance. She landed hard on her back with a thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs. For a brief moment, her grip on his head loosened.

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan pins her underneath him, putting his entire weight on her on top. He looked down on her, surveying his opponent with a smirk.

"*Pant* *pant*... Not bad for a little thing," he panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "But I've dealt with bigger than you."

He stalked closer, a smirk twisting his lips. "Now, let's see what else you're hiding under that cute outfit of yours." Ivan shot a glance down at Saya's form-fitting swimsuit, a hungry gleam in his eye. "Maybe we can have some real fun in here."

With a wicked grin spreading across his face, Ivan tore down Saya's swimsuit straps, sending her massive breasts bouncing free. They swayed enticingly, nipples hardening in the cool ring air. Ivan's hands roamed greedily over her curves, kneading and groping the lush flesh.

"I knew you weren't just cute, you had a body to die for..." he growled, voice dripping with lust as he ground himself against her hip. Ivan rocked his pelvis in a sensual rhythm, his erection straining against his trunks as he dry-humped Saya, lost in his carnal hunger.

Leaning down, Ivan captured a rosy nipple between his lips, sucking and biting at the tender bud. His other hand pinched and pulled at its counterpart, coaxing moans of pleasure from Saya's parted lips. "Mmm...you taste amazing," he rasped, swirling his tongue around the peak as he continued his lewd display.

[CaptainL]

Saya had taken a hard impact into the mat - it had driven the air out of her lungs, and her head was spinning, not just from the impact but also just from processing that Ivan had even been capable of doing such a thing. She could only take a few slow and shallow breaths as she tried to get the air back into her lungs - but by that point, Ivan had already laid on top of her, pressing her back against the canvas. Saya hissed under her breath as she felt herself sink lower - but even if she was still dazed, she didn't take kindly to Ivan belittling her. "L...Little?" she huffed, narrowing her eyes in a glare. "Come on, I'm not little!"

Indeed, Ivan was about to showcase one such reason for Saya's claims - when he grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled them down, letting her breasts fall free to the sound of considerable cheers! She might have been dazed, but that certainly jolted her to her senses. Saya's face flushed a brilliant red as she let out a squeal; she tried to move her hands up to cover herself, but Ivan was already grabbing and groping at her, causing the soft flesh of her bosom to mushroom between his fingers. Ivan was only sinking deeper and deeper into his lusts, and that was making him grow even bolder, as he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck at it!

A ripple of pleasure ran through Saya's back; her hips and spine arched up from the canvas, and she let out a moan so loud she immediately blushed afterward at the thought that had come out of her. She could feel her cheeks flushing hotter as her breaths quickened. Really, she didn't know what to make of this situation - she had never been in a hentai match before, and she had no way to anticipate these sorts of tactics, let alone to know how to defend herself against them! And when it felt this nice, Saya honestly wasn't even sure if she wanted to defend herself against them!

But then, she shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts. Saya couldn't just roll over and take this - this was still a match, and she was still going to try to win! She had to fight back! Luckily, if Ivan was this distracted, she'd be able to make her move. She reached up to try and grab his head with one hand and shove it downward to hold it against her breast, going for a smother, before she rolled her weight to the side in an attempt to reverse their positions and get on top of her foe.