Loser's Night: Black Orchid vs Agila of Manila

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Submission Match
Hentai is allowed
Loser's Night Stipulation


As the crowd roars, Ivan struts confidently down the ramp, his entrance music pulsating through the arena. The half-Filipino wrestler exudes confidence and aggression, his bright blue eyes scanning the packed stands.

Once he reaches the ring, Ivan scales the ropes and leaps onto the turnbuckle, posing dramatically for the fans. His mess of red hair sticks out in every direction, adding to his rough-around-the-edges persona.

Flipping off the ropes, Ivan lands with a resounding thud, flexing his muscles to show off his toned physique. He bounces around the ring, warming up while bouncing off the ropes and performing some quick strikes to simulate actual fighting moves.

As he spins to face the entrance, Ivan cracks his knuckles, preparing for whatever opponent dares to challenge him tonight. His lip curls into a sly smirk, already anticipating the pain and humiliation he plans to inflict upon his adversary.

"You can bring it on, I'll crush whoever steps into this ring!" Ivan shouts defiantly, glaring intensely at the entrance. His voice booms through the microphone, electrifying the audience with his fearless bravado.

[JingleJangle]

Erika Clarke was impatiently walking back and forth the backstage in wait for her moment to make it to the stage. The wait was killing her. How long was going to take? Her rival had already made his appearance and from what she could get on the titantrons he was good looking and hot, the best kind of rival to fuck in front of a live audience, she thought, but that would only come to happen if the music played and she could make her entrance. She could still see him moving around the ring and boasting, getting the crowd on his side, but that would end the very instant they would see Erika. She was donning her Black Orchid spandex suit, which embraced her curves and highlighted them. She had also learnt in the past that it made her nipples almost pierce through the material and if the pose was right one could even notice a cameltoe.

Black Orchid's looks

With her entrance echoing, a modified version of the never-aired Black Orchid theme, Erika made her entrance on the stage. She walked down the ramp swaying her body sideways, focused in being as much eye candy as she could, and based on the crowd’s reaction she was being successful. Halfway through she noticed some fans, a couple holding a Black Orchid sign. She would take some time to approach them and make them the luckiest people in the world when she posed for a selfie with them before grabbing the guy’s hands and letting him have a feel of her curves by guiding them along her body. Her parting gift for the woman was a deep kiss. The rest of the crowd reacted in jealousy while Erika resumed her walk leaving her two fans mesmerized.

Upon reaching the ring, Orchid would make a show of getting her curves between the ropes before getting to the center of the stage, running her hands around her body while lowering to her knees making a lewd face of excitement. When her round of aplause was over she turned to her rival, true eye candy for the women there. She was determined to have some fun with that one, in the match and in the punishment round. “Heya handsome.”, she approached the redhead man. “I guess you’re the lucky one having a taste at the Orchid tonight. I will make sure we have fun, but don’t be fooled by this body you would die for, I’m finishing this on top.”, she said in a bold tone, challenging him.

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Ivan's eyes narrow as he watches Erika saunter down the ramp, her curvaceous form accentuated by the tight Black Orchid spandex. A smirk tugs at his lips when he notices the crowd's reaction, the fans practically drooling at her provocative movements. When Erika approaches the enthusiastic pair holding her sign, Ivan chuckles to himself, amused by her playful interactions with the audience.

His amusement fades when Orchid's sultry gaze fixes on him, her bold tone sending a jolt of anticipation through Ivan's veins. He rises to his feet, his posture confident and assertive, as he sizes up his gorgeous but cunning opponent.

"Oh, I'll enjoy the ride while it lasts, Black Orchid," Ivan retorts with a cocky grin, his blue eyes sparkling with competitive fire. "But mark my words, you'll be begging for mercy before the night's over."

The redhead flexes his muscles, accentuating his toned physique as he steps closer to Erika, their bodies nearly touching. Ivan leans in, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispers, "Don't count on fun, sweetheart. When I'm done with you, you'll be screaming for something entirely different."

[JingleJangle]

Let’s not run arount the bush. Erika was an attractive woman with a body most gals would die to get and most guys would kill to get a go at. The woman was fully aware of that and the effect her body had on people, she has had for all of her life and made use of it. However, there was something in that rival. It was clear that Ivan acknowledged her attractiveness the same way she was enjoying her eye candy, but the redhead man wasn’t being enticed by it. Instead, his eyes burned with determination and fighting spirit. In some way Erika expected him to be more affected by her beauty and get distracted, but it didn’t matter her since she still thought she could overpower him in wrestling.

When Ivan came up to Erika, coming so close he only needed to whisper and their bodies were so close, Orchid didn’t cower but look at him with a cocky grin of her own in her face. She would notice the referee looking at them, all ever alert in case something happened before the match could start. Against Ivan’s threats, Orchid wasn’t going to cower, so the raven haired took one small step forwards so her voluptuous and soft breasts would slightly graze against his chest. “You wouldn’t be able to make me scream, not even with this…” As she said that she would rest a hand against Ivan’s crotch, getting a feel of the bulge below it, before the referee would break that and tell them to go to their corners. On her way Orchid gave herself a firm slap on her butt with both hands, her cheeks jiggling a little. Finally, the bell rang and Orchid got in a guard stance as she looked at Ivan with a look of challenge, mouthing “Now come and get it.” without words.

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Ivan's lips curve into a scowl when Erika brazenly grinds her ample bosom against him, her provocative touch sending a ripple of disdain across his features. When the ravishing wrestler boldly strokes his growing bulge, Ivan's irritation turns palpable, his grip tightening subtly at his sides.

Just as swiftly, Ivan reacts, breaking Erika's tactile assault with a dismissive shrug. He catches the referee's stern gaze and obediently retakes his corner, the aggressive spark in his eyes never dimming.

The bell peals through the arena, signaling the start of the brutal battle to come. Ivan springs into action, his body coiled like a predator about to pounce. His fists snap forward in a lightning-fast jab, the swift blow aiming to catch Erika off guard before transitioning into a vicious combination of hooks - left and right in rapid succession.

[JingleJangle]

Erika could notice how despite Ivan’s cool-headed looks his scowl showed how she was getting the man on his nerves, even if he played it in a dismissive way to avoid direct agression. Well, she aimed to play with him in much more ways than that for that night. She was just that incorrigible. The bell rang and Orchin came at her rival while adopting a guarding stance, a smug grin on her face as she hopped from one feet to another, shifting her weight and making her curves follow along with a mesmerizing jiggle, trying to provoke her rival to be the first one to strike. It turned out Ivan didn’t need much provoking. His first attack was a lightning-quick jab, but Orchid had good fighting instincts and was on her guard so it wasn’t that hard for her to dodge that to one side.

What Orchid wasn’t expecting though were the two follow-up hooks. “Ngh- Ungh!” The first one she managed to block and make it a glance but even like that it was a strong hit. The second she took and stumbled back a couple steps from its strength. After recovering she looked at her rival, her grin never leaving her face. “You like it rough. Let’s have it rough.” With this Orchid broke the distance between them again in a quick rush, throwing a first lower jab against his chest, a distraction before she could turn and throw a roundhouse kick at his head. “Hyah!”

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Ivan absorbs the jab with a curt nod, ignoring the sting as his chest muscle contracts from the impact. The redhead's eyes never leave Erika's face, a smoldering intensity reflected in his gaze. Orchid's roundhouse kick is met with his extended forearm, deflecting the blow with a firm grunt.

Not hesitating for a second, Ivan lashes out with his own counterattack. He snatches Erika's outstretched leg, wrapping his arm around her thigh, before leveraging his strength to drive a bone-jarring elbow into her unprotected midsection.

[JingleJangle]

There were few details fighters could recognize to know one had good fighting instinct, and Erika was seeing some of those signs in how Ivan conducted himself in the ring. The last one she noticed was how despite being hit by a jab against the lower chest he wasn’t taking his eyes off from Orchid, always assessing his rival. It was this alerted state which allowed Ivan to react in time to Orchid’s next move, a quick kick to his side that he managed to avoid with quick wit and reflexes by catching Orchid’s leg with one of his arms.

“Ngh- Oooomph!” Orchid’s groan of protest was cut short when she was punished by Ivan with a quick elbow to the stomach that hit the raven-haired and made her cough a couple times when the air forcefully escaped her lungs. He was trying to teach her some sort of lesson “don’t take me lightly or you will suffer”, but Orchid wasn’t a good learner. From there she quickly decided to go for a high risk reward, using her only free leg to take a jump and shiftin her weight so her body was paralell with the mat before bending her free leg and quickly making it dart towards Ivan’s chest in a swift motion!

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The swift kick from Erika catches Ivan mid-shift, sending him stumbling backwards a few steps under the force of the attack. He recovers quickly, jaw clenched as he grits through the shockwaves rippling through his torso from the impact.

Pain etches a thin line across Ivan's eyebrows, his nostrils flaring as he gulps down air, momentarily unable to form words. When he regains his footing, the rage in his eyes threatens to spill over as he glares fiercely at Orchid.

"You think you can catch me off guard with fancy tricks?" Ivan growls through gritted teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I'm here to wreck you."

With that declaration, Ivan charges forward once more, closing the distance in a blur of motion as he feints a jab only to duck low and shoulder check her to bring her off balance for a setup.

[JingleJangle]

Orchid wasn’t one to take the middle road when fighting. In her previous club fighting career she was known by her agressive approach and by how sometimes she would go over the top and bite way off more than she could chew, taking risks that would then turn into a double-edged sword in her hands. Erika’s latest move was just like that, her jump and kick being a reckless move that could easily turn against her if Ivan could react quick enough to dodge the hit. The redhead man couldn’t do it in time though and this time Orchid got things going her way when she was successful in hitting Ivan on the chest, making him stumble a couple steps and what was even better releasing her.

Rolling backwards and getting back on her feet with some spectacular acrobatics, Orchid looked back at Ivan with a smug grin on her face, almost as if she had won the match instead of just getting one hit at him. Then the raven-haired decided to keep kicking the hornets’ nest by retorting at his remark: “I dunno, hun. I just did.” without losing that confident grin on her face.

Ivan was quick to rush at Erika, the Black Orchid reading a jab on his posture and getting ready to block once again. That, however, wouldn’t come to pass as Ivan’s movement was just a feint he used to then throw a shoulder against Orchid’s torso, one that hit and made the woman stumble backwards from the impact, losing her balance.