Painting the Town Red: Ivan Ramirez VS Crimson Spring (Haruka Miyazaki)

[MR. Q]

Ivan's muscles coiled tight as he launched himself at Haruka, driven by the urge to overwhelm and dominate his opponent. He aimed for her face, knowing full well the devastating impact a well-placed knee strike could inflict.

Surprisingly, it landed.

Ouch, he winced silently. Hope it didn't damage her pretty face. Girls don't like that to happen by his experience.

As his knee connected with Haruka's skull, he have had landed the Shining Wizard perfectly, sending her crashing to the mat in a daze.

Watching her clutch at her face, Ivan smirked to himself, feeling a surge of confidence. This match was shaping up to be on his favor for now.

Still smirking from the success of his previous move, Ivan made his move again. He quickly darted to Haruka's prone form on the mat in order to seized her legs, attempting to pull her toward him.

If done right, he aimed to position her face-down in order for him to drag her across the ring like a rug.

[Aifumi]

Now that she was stunned way longer than before, it's a perfect opportunity for her adversary to follow up, unless if her opponent decides to slack off and do something else of course. The crowd roared, as the muscular and bigger red head is completely dominating the Crimson in the early stages of the match. Her vision became blurry, since that kick was brutal and vicious, something that would take her more than a few minutes to completely recover from. Before she could even get onto her feet, the male red head grabbed her legs, not letting her crawl away.

"Ah! Shit! Where are you taking me!?"

As she was dragged by her adversary, her whole body turned around at the same time, making her face the canvas, as she realizes how many people tonight are watching her in a disadvantage, beaten by this vicious man. She tries to grab the canvas, in which she would fail of course, as her grip strength wasn't that strong. Her adversary would keep dragging her, as she wondered what would be next, and tries to focus once again, if her opponent would somehow blunder through the process.

[MR. Q]

With Haruka now facedown on the mat and utterly helpless, Ivan seized the initiative to assert further control over the match. Gripping her legs tightly, he started dragging her across the ring with renewed vigor, delighting in the panicked sounds and pitiful attempts she made to resist.

"Hahaha, sorry about this!" Ivan apologized halfheartedly, his deep voice echoing in the arena.

Despite her desperation, Ivan maintained a steady pace, dragging Haruka around in the ring. Practically manhandling her as she got dragged, her body bouncing to the canvas with small bumps.

After dragging Haruka around like a ragdoll for a few seconds, Ivan decided it was time to add insult to injury. Letting her go and giving her some false reprieve, he would launch himself on top of her with an elbow drop aimed straight between her shoulder blades.

[Aifumi]

Haruka then realizes that her opponent was just toying with her! She couldn't resist since she can't grip on anything, and her opponent managed to drag her around silly until he's satisfied. It wasn't a good experience of course, having your swimsuit scratched a little from the friction as you squirm from trying to escape. At one point, out of a sudden, her legs was released. Maybe her opponent is preparing for another move, as she braced for impact.

"Nnhh... Hahh- GYAHH!!"

Suddenly, she felt like a ton of steel squishing her from above, as Ivan's whole weight and force focused on his elbow, went down crashing onto her spine and shoulder blades. The Crimson screamed in agony, as the intense pain from the elbow drop stings too hard, probably harder than what her male counterpart had done to her earlier. She went limp, vulnerable if Ivan wants to attempt a submission move.

[MR. Q]

Grinning wickedly to himself, Ivan reveled in the look of shock and distress on Haruka's face when she realized her predicament - utterly powerless at his mercy, dragged around and toyed with like a toy doll.

Releasing her at the last moment added an element of surprise and unpredictability to the match. And when his elbow slammed into her back with bone-crunching force, Ivan will be lying if ain't satisfying. Who doesn't like it when a plan comes together?

"Hope your not out of it yet, Red."

He gloated smugly with a teasing tone, enjoying every second of his dominance over this beauty wrestler.

As she lay there limply, wincing from the pain and vulnerability, Ivan considered his next move carefully. Perhaps a submission hold to end things quickly?

Or maybe milk this moment further and really give her a hard time...

Options swirled in his devious mind.

Deciding not to overthink matters, Ivan moved swiftly and efficiently, focusing his attentions back to the lower body area.

With that in mind, Ivan would try
to hook Haruka's leg over his arm and throw his weight backwards in order to stretch her leg in a Single Boston Crab, particularly targeting inner thigh and sex area.

[Aifumi]

The Crimson was left limp in the middle of the ring, unable to assist herself to instantly stand up to her feet as she received chains of relentless assault from her adversary. She tried to gather her remaining strength, trying to push herself away from the canvas, but failed for a few attempts, as it gave her opponent more time to decide what to do with her beautiful defeated figure. She still had the spirit nonetheless, wishing that she could at least put up a fight without this match ending way faster than it supposed to be, disappointing her audience and especially her fans.

"M-must... Get up.. NNH!"

She's already halfway there! What stopped her this time? Well, turns out she could've been in all fours and stood up by her feet but before she could even do so, her opponent had already straddled her back the opposite way, pushing her onto the canvas, as she grunts from the sudden ride by her opponent. She then finds on of her legs to be pulled back, realizing that she's going to be put in a single leg Boston Crab. She had been put in this move multiple times before, that she's relieved there's still hope to counter it, even though she's experiencing agonizing pain and pleasure, from her muscles tearing up and her womanhood being wet under her red fabrics. She decided to put on as much strength as she can, crawling to the ropes, hoping that she could reach it.

"Ghh.. Annhh.. Nhhh..."

[MR. Q]

Ivan grinned wolfishly as Haruka struggled in vain to push herself up off the mat. Her futile attempts only served to amuse and embolden him, increasing his desire to dominate her more.

Feeling Haruka's struggling leg, Ivan seized the opportunity to lock her into place, twisting her calf over his arm to secure a tight Single Leg Boston Crab. The move dug mercilessly into her inner thigh and sex area, eliciting a symphony of groans and whimpers from the crimson-haired beauty.

Ivan reveled in the sight, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he saw Haruka writhing desperately towards the ropes.

Not content to simply pin Haruka down, Ivan wanted to make sure she knew who was in control. He pulled harder on her trapped leg, trying to slowly drag her further away from the ropes that she so desperately sought to grasp.

At the same time, Ivan's fingers would curl at her swimsuit, tracing the damp fabric of her on her sex. He rubbed teasingly along the seam to send jolts of pleasure-pain through her.

"Hmmm, so eager to escape... but looks like you're stuck with me, Red," Ivan taunted. "Why don't you save yourself the trouble and just submit already?"

[Aifumi]

The red head tried her best. Using all her remaining effort to keep crawling and crawling to the ropes. It's not even that far, since she's not in the center of the ring as Ivan had already dragged her around like a mop. The focus now is to only escape from the agony. The whole arena is watching them in one place, including the referee. They might not be able to relate to Haruka, but only the female red head would know how painful her thigh is currently, being stretched backwards intensely.

Just as she's about to hit the ropes, her male counterpart decided to pull her away a little, not giving her mercy in the agonizing hold. Her frustration builds up, as she already felt her legs and waist to be sore from all of the stretching and didn't want to agonize herself even further. Then her opponent decided to tease her damp fabric, eliciting moans from the red head while she tries to keep focusing on the match, grunting and crawling.

"Gnnhh.. Nnhh.. It's.. too early..."

The red head would then eventually reach the ropes once again. It took her like forever, to crawl and crawl towards it because of this guy's fat ass pinning her down like she's under a truck. She then tries to grip on the ropes. If it's successful, it'd prompt the referee to separate them so that Ivan could release her from the hold according to the conventional rules.

[MR. Q]

As the crimson-haired vixen neared the ropes, Ivan's grip tightened just a fraction more, determined not to relinquish his advantage. He savored the desperate grunt that escaped Haruka's lips, her voice strained from a combination of discomfort and frustration.

"You're just so... delightful when you struggle," Ivan smirked on top of her, rubbing his finger provocatively over her soaked swimsuit. "It's almost enough to make me forget about finishing the match..."

As soon as Haruka's fingers gripped the ropes, signaling a legitimate rope break, Ivan reluctantly released his hold on her leg. He rolled off her body, sitting up with a smug grin.

Without wasting any time, Ivan sprang into action as soon as Haruka began to stir, intent on not letting her get the upper hand. He would lunged forward, grasping Haruka's torso and slamming her roughly against the ropes, trapping her there.

If successful, he would attempt to kiss her passionately to stun her, allowing his deft hand free access to her already wet sex underneath her swimsuit.

[Aifumi]

"Gnnhh.. You're going to regret this.. it's still early.."

As the red head reached for the ropes, her male counterpart would pull her away once again, increasing her frustration and being unable to control her emotions. She kept crawling and crawling once again no matter what, but would also be afraid if this would be an endless loop of agony, or even a literal hell for her in the ring.

What she wanted is clearly not aligned with what her body is reacting with. Soft squeals and moans came out, as her opponent kept rubbing her damp crotch under her swimsuit fabric, trying to pleasure her further while in the agonizing hold. She couldn't fall for it of course, or it would be a trap that she would never be able to escape from.

As she reaches for the ropes once again, her fingers could finally grab on it, prompting the referee to ask Ivan to release her, reluctantly. Finally, after those agonizing minutes, her adversary had released her, while she's still trying to collect herself together after the decent beating and pleasuring she received from her vicious opponent. But now, she had to focus.

She remembers the moment she wanted to stand up on her feet earlier, her opponent had already prepared himself to charge towards her with a shining wizard. Keeping that strategy in mind, she knows her opponent is ready to take on her even before she could fully collect herself. With her guess being correct, she tries to dodge the charging bulldozer by side stepping to the left and behind her opponent, so that her opponent would rebound back from the ropes, before grabbing him from behind and throwing him backwards into a high speed German Suplex.

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