Loser's Night
Hentai Submission Match
POW and Loser's Night stipulations
Loser's Night: The Winner is allowed to do whatever they want to the Loser for the rest of the night till morning or till they had enough.
Ivan stepped into the arena with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He wasn't one to shy away from challenges, but this particular match-up seemed to tilt the scales in favor of him. A woman? Against him? In a POW stipulation match where the loser would become the winner's prisoner for 24 hours? A Loser's Night where he can have fun with the loser in the entire night?
Mr.Q is spoiling him tonight apparently.
Ivan's mind raced, replaying possible scenarios. Would he need to dial back his usual aggressive style to accommodate his female opponent? Could he use his size and strength to overpower her? Or would he need to employ a different set of skills altogether?
Regardless of the strategy, Ivan knew one thing for certain: he's gonna have a lot of fun in this match.
Although, what does Mr.Q mean by a surprise?
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Audrey bit her lip as she stared down at the name on the card she'd just been handed. She knew who Ivan was; with his rampage through the mixed division since his first appearance, he was rather impossible to miss.
The redhead had gotten several comments on her social media posts - even the ones that had nothing to do with her matches - asking when she'd be challenging him, or in some cases, demanding she do so. He was exactly the type of fighter she'd claimed to despise, they said! She'd swore to take men like him down a few notches, they said! Audrey had ignored them. The simple truth was, she was not ready. Her record spoke to that. Besides, she knew what they really wanted to see.
She'd told her manager such, and up to this point, he'd backed off; that was the only reason she hadn't been Ivan's very first victim. Audrey couldn't guess what had changed, but she'd been totally blindsided by this match.
But not only that...
Audrey shivered as her eyes continued scanning the card and caught sight of the stipulations. Someone really wanted to ensure that there was a theme to the night...
And there had been one more surprise, the icing on the whole dumpster fire of a cake...
Present, backstage...
Though the screen showed Ivan's entrance, Audrey was paying her fellow redhead no attention. She instead faced a nearby mirror, face red as her hair, her gaze still fixed on the 'gift' she'd been requested to wear for the evening. The redhead fancied showing off a bit of skin, that was certain given her usual attire, but this...
She couldn't tear her eyes away. Her chest was barely contained by this bikini top. The bottoms were so form-fitting that they may as well not have been there! Audrey did not wrestle in a bikini for good reason; this was one of them. Her normal top showed off just the right amount of skin, and kept her mobile but contained besides... this felt like it could snap at any moment! No doubt that's what Ivan and his manager (or... her manager?) were counting on.
came through the speakers, startling her out of her stupor. She willed the color out of her cheeks (or she pretended to, anyway) and turned to make her entrance.
Any color she'd managed to remove from her face returned immediately the moment she stepped out in front of the crowd. Coming down the ramp, Audrey fought every step of the way to resist covering herself with her hands. All that would do was draw even further attention to her already eye-catching new appearance. Still, she was not used to the cold air on her backside... she missed her skirt dearly.
To keep her thoughts occupied (and to keep from dying of embarrassment as the audience whistled and catcalled her along the way), she kept her gaze directly on Ivan all the way down the ramp and as she climbed into the ring.
"Y-you!" she declared as she found her footing in her corner, pointing an finger at him. "Is this your idea of a joke?"
A smirk crept onto Ivan's face as he took in Audrey's appearance. Well, he'd been expecting Mr.Q to try and rattle him somehow, and what better way than to dress up his opponent like a pin-up girl? The way the bikini top strained to contain Audrey's ample bust, threatening to burst free at any moment, sent a thrill through Ivan.
The way her nipples poked against the fabric made Ivan's mouth water. Damn, the man had no shame and was openly ogling Audrey's barely-covered assets. He couldn't help himself - Ivan was a man who appreciated a woman's curves, and Audrey certainly didn't disappoint.
As he appraised her further, he noticed the way the thigh-high hugged her thighs, ending just below the curves of her hips.
The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched upwards as he took a moment to truly admire Audrey in her skimpily-clad glory. She looked every inch the pin-up girl, minus the flirty personality to go along with it, based on her current state of ire directed at him.
Ivan chuckled softly, clearly amused by Audrey's predicament and her apparent distress at it. "Not my idea," he said innocently, raising his arms in surrender. "And I don't have any idea who is responsible." Mr.Q probably but like as if he would admit it, that's just suicide.
It's one hell of a surprise though.
He sauntered closer, a predatory gleam in his blue eyes as they roamed over her curves once more. "Must say, it's quite... distracting. Though, I suppose it does sort of even the odds, don't you think?"
There was a hint of challenge in Ivan's tone as he came to a stop mere inches from Audrey, his intense gaze boring into hers. "Ready to find out who's leaving here clean?"
Audrey's scowl deepened as she caught Ivan ogling her. It was expected, of course; she knew full well he'd be taking in every curve, all accentuated by the far-too-small bikini. That was the point of the outfit, she suspected. It took significant effort not to raise her hands and cover her chest - it simply wouldn't matter. She wouldn't be able to conceal much anyway. The fabric was so tight, she could feel her nipples poking through despite not even being erect! What could the point of this be, except to catch the eye?
Ivan took his time looking her up and down, which only made Audrey even more self-conscious. She crossed her arms over her chest - not for concealment, but because this entire ordeal was awkward, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself while she waited. Any other girl would have slapped him, or quipped back some biting remark, or otherwise been aggressive; Audrey was not that type of girl, and that resulted in leaving her simply standing there, letting Ivan have his fill. Exactly what she didn't want to do... but she just didn't know what to do.
When he finally spoke, he denied any responsibility for delivering this outfit. Again, Audrey scowled at him further, baring her teeth this time. But she held her tongue; regardless of who snuck in this stipulation, it wouldn't change anything now.
Ivan finally moved, heading in her direction. Audrey tried to hold her ground, but something in his eye made her nervous, and she took an involuntary step backwards before she realized she'd moved - and, having not moved far from the ropes after entering the ring, that's all it took to find herself cornered. Her eyes still locked on his, she swallowed hard, having no verbal response to his taunting jab.
He stopped short of actually touching her, but he was dangerously close, and Audrey was already against the ropes... and the match hadn't even started yet!
At his follow-up, however, Audrey found her voice. "Bold of you to assume you're leaving here at all!" She uncrossed her arms, planting her palms on his chest and shoved, hoping to push him away. "Go back to your corner, you leech."
A low chuckle rumbled in Ivan's throat as Audrey tried to shove him away, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. His smirk only widened at her desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of dignity.
How cute.
Ivan didn't budge an inch, his broad chest absorbing the force of her push effortlessly. "Oh, I plan on leaving," he said, his hot breath ghosting over Audrey's face as he leaned in closer. "With a victory, of course."
"And trust me, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips nearly brushing hers, "you're going to love every second of it."
With that promise, Ivan backed off slightly, giving Audrey just enough space to breathe without feeling completely suffocated by his proximity. He went back to his corner.
Ivan wasted no time capitalizing on Audrey's compromised position and vulnerable state of mind. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, he launched himself at her with reckless abandon.
His initial move was a vicious clothesline aimed directly at Audrey's throat, designed to throw her off balance and stun her temporarily. Ivan didn't bother with fancy techniques or strategic wrestling moves. Instead, he relied on sheer brute force and aggression to overwhelm his opponent.
Audrey tried not to think about the fact that she initiated the first contact as her hands landed on Ivan's chest. All she wanted was space.
Her shove almost knocked her backwards over the ropes. Ivan didn't budge, every bit the mountain he looked like as he towered over her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a moment later, she had to lean backwards, bending over the top rope as Ivan invaded her personal space, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face when he talked.
His taunt sent a shiver down her spine, her body visibly trembling lightly at the thought. Her breath picked up as well, before he finally stepped back a few paces, and Audrey snapped back to reality. She was letting him get to her! He was already in her head... not a good sign. She had to make sure she started the match proper on the right foot.
Of course, when the bell rang and Ivan sprinted directly at her, Audrey froze like a deer in headlights.
Somewhere in her subconscious she realized she had to move, but her body did not react - until Ivan's arm slammed into her throat, nearly taking her head clean off - and also sending her backwards into the ropes, nearly flipping her over them!
Audrey managed to hook her arm around the top rope to keep herself in the ring, but otherwise Ivan's first attack could be considered a success - the freckled redhead was entirely vulnerable!
Audrey's frozen stance provided Ivan the perfect opening to strike. Like a predator sensing weakness in its prey, Ivan charged forward, unleashing a powerful clothesline aimed squarely at Audrey's exposed neck.
The impact was brutal, sending Audrey stumbling backwards into the ropes with a jarring thud. Her body rebounded, narrowly avoiding flipping over the top rope as she struggled to regain her balance.
Ivan seized the opportunity, capitalizing on Audrey's stunned disarray. By the time she managed to wrap one arm around the ropes to steady herself, Ivan had already advanced, positioning himself directly behind her vulnerable form.
Smirking, Ivan backed Audrey against the ropes once again, trapping her within his embrace as he leaned in close. His firm thigh wedged between Audrey's legs, pressing firmly against her heat-dampened bikini bottoms.
Then, with a wicked grin, Ivan shifted his attentions to her ample cleavage, his lips trailing fire along the valley of her ample bosom.
Ivan took his exploration of Audrey's nearly naked body a step further, his hands roving freely over her curves. They came to rest firmly on the globes of her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh.
Somehow, despite the heavy opening blow, Audrey's grip on the ropes kept her on her feet. She was unsteady though - and in the seconds it took her to find her balance, she'd been trapped.
She spun around, coming face-to-face with Ivan.
"Gyah!" she sputtered in surprise, but that was the extent of her reaction before her opponent's arms closed around her, pinning hers to her sides, and he pushed her a step back into the ropes. Something pressed down in between her legs, eliciting an embarrassed squeal - something so thick it could only be his knee... or his leg... she hoped.
Distracting though it was, the surprise cleared the fog in her brain from the clothesline stun, and she began to think of how to slip free.
That lasted three seconds before Ivan's lips found her breast, her own lips releasing a gasp and a loud moan, her face flooding with color. She squirmed in response, less an attempt to break free than trying to make it harder for him to reach her chest, but he had his hold locked tight.
"G-get off me...!"
She felt another shiver as his hands roamed her body, finally landing on her exposed rear. With everything else happening, she'd already forgotten she was lacking her usual skirt, and now the front row was being treated to the sight of Ivan's fingers disappearing into her skin as he squeezed her. She squirmed further, now in better position to try to free her arms...
Audrey's cries of surprise and pleasure mingled together as Ivan's mouth explored the soft swells of her breasts, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive peaks. The freckled redhead squirmed in his grasp, her struggles only serving to entangle her further in Ivan's dominant hold.
But Ivan paid her attempts at resistance no heed, his attentions focused solely on indulging in Audrey's exposed flesh. His large hands roamed freely over her curves, palming the generous mounds of her ass and squeezing the supple flesh.
Of course the woman herself tries to resists his touch. Ivan, however, showed no signs of relinquishing his grip. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips trailing fiery kisses along Audrey's flushed cheek and earlobe as he whispered huskily in her ear. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And I intend to make the most of it."
Without warning, Ivan delivered a resounding spank to Audrey's bare bottom, the sound echoing through the arena. Her outraged gasp blended with the stunned murmurs of the audience as Ivan turned her around abruptly, bending her over the ropes in a humiliating display.
"You like that, slut?" Ivan taunted, giving her ass another hard smack for emphasis. "Get used to it. You're going to be bent over these ropes a lot tonight, with my cock buried deep inside you." He said as he pull out his cock.
It was already erect and excited for her, standing in its full glory at 7 inches in length. Without hesitation, he plunged into her.
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Or so you thought?
Instead of her cunt, Ivan aimed it between her thighs just underneath her clothed sex. He then began to move, fucking her thighs as he grab her wrists to the ropes.
Despite her wiggling, Audrey was making no progress in freeing herself. Ivan had gotten into her head early, and her internal panic was overwriting her fighting ability! But her mind was quickly clouding, the sensation of lips on her breasts blocking out everything else! Her breaths came at a deep, frantic pace as she fought against the rising heat in her body.
As he traced up her neck, the extreme tingling died down, just in time for her to hear Ivan's tease.
"Wh- n-no!"
Again, Ivan's words flustered the redhead. He wanted to own her. Her eyes went wide again, panic continuing to rise, the sudden smack on her ass causing her to yelp. She felt herself be freed quickly after that, only to be forcibly spun around and pushed down, Ivan bending her over the ropes, controlling her body as if it was his own!
In her mind, Audrey was taken back to her first match - she'd been easily beaten by a single move that time, by another man around Ivan's size. And for the moment, with how easily he was manipulating her, she was back there again, with the crowd chanting and cheering for her humiliating defeat.
A second smack to her ass brought Audrey back to the present, where she was having just as much success with her current opponent. Her eyes were already starting to water as she blinked into the faces of a similarly cheering audience. She thrashed a with a little more vigor as she hung off the ropes. The one thing she could say about this bikini top, it was so tight that it kept her chest from bouncing wildly all over the place. Still, it was revealing enough that she was now offering the front row a very generous view of cleavage.
"N-no!" she repeated as Ivan insisted she get used to her current position, her high-pitched voice betraying her terror. With her fists closed around the rope to keep her balance, she half-turned around with the intent to try to push him away - and with that view, she was able to see him free his cock, already fully hard and waiting to have at her. Either Ivan really liked her appearance, or he was eagerly anticipating the rest of the match.
Before she could move, his hands closed around her wrists and his body bore down on her, essentially binding her against the ropes, and she whimpered as she felt him insert himself - between her legs, his cock popping out the other side of her thighs. Hunched over as she was, she couldn't see it, but she didn't need to when she could feel Ivan starting to pump his hips, and with her barely-there bikini bottoms, she felt every motion of his cock against her legs and covered womanhood...
