A handicap streamer match "say hi to chat Ivan" (Ivan Ramirez vs Cara Citrus and IF)

[DarknessMaster]

IF would let out a series of pained grunts as she leaned against one of the ropes, rubbing her pained stomach, a bruise beginning to form as she clutched her mid section, Cara would end up gasping as she saw her girlfriend in pain, but she couldn't do anything, she knew that the ref would probably get mad and dq them so the only thing she could do was watch

[MR. Q]

Ivan grinned wickedly as he witnessed IF's agonized expressions, each grunt and whimper music to his ears. He loved seeing his opponents broken and helpless, and Cara's distraught reaction only added to his pleasure.

What would she do once he start stripping off her girlfriend?

Let's find out.

[DarknessMaster]

Before Ivan could even think about it IF would end up kicking him square in his stomach, attempting to push him back and get herself back into the match, if successful she would immediately follow up with a few swift jabs to his mid-section as a follow-up

[MR. Q]

Ivan doubled over with a pained grunt, clutching his stomach as IF's vicious kick connected with surprising force. The sudden counterattack caught him off guard, but his brawler instincts kicked in. Ignoring the searing ache, he lunged forward, head-butting IF with a skull-crushing collision, intent on reasserting control.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would stumble back into the corner, holding her head as she recovered leaving Ivan with plenty of time to capitalize on her currently vulnerable state, Cara was watching with baited breath hoping that her gf would make it through and pull out a victory for them, after all she was the stronger of them so if Ivan beat IF what chance did Cara have?

[MR. Q]

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan launched himself at IF once more, driving a powerful knee into her gut with merciless precision. He followed up with a series of rapid-fire punches aimed at her exposed torso, each blow landing with punishing force. The corner ropes seemed to disappear as he relentlessly pounded her, intent on breaking her spirit as well as her body.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would double over in pain as she was kicked before she was given multiple powerful blows to her stomach, causing her to attempt to defend herself, trying to protect her fragile gut from Ivan's assault, Cara would end up taking a deep breath "Iffy has this" Cara thought to herself, clearly a bit distressed as she saw her girlfriend beaten to a pulp by their opponent

[MR. Q]

Undeterred by IF's feeble attempts to shield herself, Ivan continued his relentless onslaught. He grabbed her wrists, using her own defensive moves against her as he yanked her arms above her head, exposing her battered torso to further punishment. With a wicked grin, he unleashed a barrage of elbow strikes directly onto her ribcage, each impact sending shockwaves of agony through her slight frame.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would let out grunt after grunt, with Cara covering her eyes in fear, she hated seeing her Iffy like this, being beaten down, weakened by a man, in such a brutal way, it was almost painful for her to watch, suddenly she would uncover her eyes and attempt to cheer on her girlfriend

"c-come on Iffy! You can do this!"

Cara said sheepishly, hoping that would be enough to turn this match around for her

[MR. Q]

Ivan barely acknowledged Cara's feeble encouragement, focusing solely on the squirming, pain-racked mess beneath him. Her futile resistance only stoked his cruel lust to dominate.

Snarling, he would wrapped a muscular arm around IF's waist and hoist her up effortlessly, spinning her around with the force of a whirlwind before slamming her spine-first onto the unforgiving mat with brutal efficiency with a Vertical Suplex.