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

[DarknessMaster]

IF would grunt as her opponent kicked her hard, rolling over as she held her stomach

"I don't think you would like a bearhug"

IF shot back, little did she know Ivan had a lot of experience with bearhugs due to a certain green haired cutie

[MR. Q]

A cold smirk spread across Ivan's lips as he noticed IF's precarious position, the girl on the mat after the devastating kick.

"Oh, but I'd enjoy squeezing the wind out of this tiny little body of yours but I can't feel a thing because your so flat." He snarked back with a grin.

He loomed over her prone form. His hand then would try to catch her hair to pull her up to which he would began pummeling her head with hammer fists.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would end up yelling with each strike, by trying to help Cara had only made things worse for her girlfriend, her legs were shaking as IF was beaten into a mess, what could Cara do she wasn't as used to fighting as Iffy was but if she didn't do anything then IF was gonna end up being comatose before the match was even over, IF's nose started bleeding as she finally attempted to catch Ivan's hand in order to stop the assault on her face

[MR. Q]

Seeing her nose begin to bleed from his relentless pounding, Ivan finally slowed his attacks on IF's bruised and battered face, dodging her attempts. Though he'd grown accustomed to dishing out more than his share of punishment over the years, the crimson rivulet staining the mat caught even his calloused attention.

He might have over done it.

Chuckling, he freed IF's matted locks from his fingers. "Well now, someone might need stitches, eh?"

Wanting to finish it now in hidden concern for the girls health, Ivan would try to hoist her up once again in another Vertical Suplex as a finisher.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would softly moan as she felt her nipple being played with, all she could do was weakly try to shove Ivan away as her body was in too much pain to fight back properly , the ref would start the count

"1!...2!...3!"

The bell rang, indicating that IF was eliminated, Cara would slowly get into the ring, Ivan feeling the fear in her steps as she walked towards the center of the ring

[MR. Q]

With the bell signaling the elimination of IF, Ivan allowed his gloved hands to slip away from the limp, broken body of his opponent. The ref's counts rang in his ears, marking IF's final descent into defeat. There was only one left to conquer...

Cara's timid approach towards the center of the ring piqued his interest. The way her hesitant steps betrayed fear stirred a mischievous hunger within him. This delicate little thing thought to stand against the likes of him?

"And then there is one." Ivan smirked, raising his hands to motion her to come at him with all she got.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would slowly walk up to Ivan, her hands clenched together, she knew she didn't stand much of a chance but IF's defeated body laying on the mat ended up sparking a little bit of something in her as she aimed a kick at Ivan's stomach to catch him off guard

[MR. Q]

Ivan's predatory instincts kicked into high gear as Cara approached, her trembling limbs betraying the fire smoldering within. He crouched low, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.

That came sooner than expected as Cara launched a desperate kick at his midsection. Ivan's reflexes proved too sharp, allowing him to easily catch her ankle in mid-air.

Like a certain female warrior against a monster (reference!!!), Ivan smirked down at the small woman.

"Got ya." He then pulled her close, aiming to catch her in a tight bearhug.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would scream in pain as she was pulled into Ivan's iron embrace, flailing as she attempted to escape, her back was hurting already and Ivan hadn't even been holding her for a minute, at this point Cara just wanted Ivan to fuck her and get it over with so that she could recover with Iffy in her room, anything is better than the pain she was in right now

[MR. Q]

Feeling Cara's pitiful struggling against his crushing hold, Ivan's amusement grew. This fragile little thing was no match for his brute strength. Still, he couldn't resist tormenting her a bit longer.

"Why so tense, love? I'm not gonna break you..." yet. His words trailed off into a sinister chuckle.

Leaning in close, he whispered hotly against her ear, "I'm gonna take my time with you."

With that, Ivan abruptly shifted his grip, positioning Cara's supple breasts in front of his face. Using his mouth, he would pull her top to expose her much more bountiful breasts compared to her girlfriend.