Loser's Night: Black Orchid vs Agila of Manila

[MR. Q]

Seeing his opening, Ivan seizes it with lightning speed. As Orchid stumbles back, he pounces, gripping her extended arm to twist and spin her around viciously. Momentum carries them both forward in a rapid whirl, their forms blurring together as Ivan brings Orchid crashing down onto the mat, his weight slamming against hers as he pulls her back into a brutal Head Jammer.

Head Jammer

https://tekken.fandom.com/wiki/Head_Jammer

"I don't care what tricks you have," Ivan snarls as Orchid struggles under him, her buxom frame writhing futilely against his bulk. "You're fighting the wrong guy tonight."

This time, he used the opportunity to mount on her opponent and began to drive his knee in her abdomen.

[JingleJangle]

Taken aback by Ivan’s ruse and shoulder check, Orchid stumbled and dropped her guard for enough time for the man to follow up, setting himself besides the woman and taking control over her to quickly transition into a brutal head jammer that sent the Black Orchid crashing against the mat and writhing there as this was a pretty heavy hit that got her dazed. For the first time that night Orchid didn’t have a witty comment or a snarky remark to what Ivan had to say and this was because the raven-haired was too taken aback by the impact of the move, and like that she would remain when Ivan started pummeling her with repeated knees to her stomach, lettin out grunts of protest and pain as her midsection was being thoroughly softened by her redheaded rival’s might, marking how Ivan was the first one to land a true high-impact move, taking the initiative and gaining an edge for that night’s match.

[MR. Q]

Seizing the advantage, Ivan presses his dominance, ruthlessly plying Orchid's abused abdomen with merciless knee strikes. Each impact makes her squirm and groan, a chorus of anguish filling the air as Ivan relentlessly pounds away at her exposed midsection.

His muscular form looms over Erika's battered frame, pinning her in place as he works her stomach into a raw pulp beneath his punishing blows. Ivan's blue eyes blaze with unchecked ferocity, the redhead glorying in his newfound mastery over his rival. He pounds another brutal knee, eliciting a desperate whimper as Orchid's futile efforts to shield her stomach fail against Ivan's overwhelming strength.

Ivan hoists Erika off the mat with a brutal suplex attempt, driving her upwards as his own powerful legs strain beneath the exertion.

[JingleJangle]

Ivan was of a very similar height and weight than Orchid, but his muscular frame was strong enough to make that stomach pounding session a pretty painful one, one that would make sure Erika was pretty sore next morning. However, that knee treatment on the woman’s abdomen was something more aimed at stunning her and it wouldn’t keep her downed for much longer unless mixed with something with more impact, and that was exactly what Ivan had in mind as he got up and dragged Orchid with him, hoisting her for a suplex move. Unluckily for the raven-haired woman she was too dazed by the previous hits and couldn’t work on any kind of counter to the simple suplex, taking it. With a deaf thud, her body impacted against the mat and Orchid groaned in pain. She was now in need of some seconds in order to recover, but Ivan didn’t look like one to allow her to do that.

[MR. Q]

Leaping effortlessly over Orchid's supinely positioned form, Ivan descends swiftly, driving his knee firmly into the center of her slender back and pushing her spine flush to the mat.

"Time to show you your place," Ivan snarls, his dominance evident as he maintains brutal pressure on Erika's lower back while stretching her arms outwards and upwards in preparation for the devastating Wing Tearer hold.

With ruthless efficiency, Ivan forces Erika's elbow to slide behind her head, contorting her body at an unnatural angle as his other hand clamps down hard on her wrist to lock everything into place.

Wing Tearer but as a submission hold

https://tekken.fandom.com/wiki/Wing_Tearer

[JingleJangle]

After a barrage of knee strikes against the stomach, Ivan’s suplex was more than successful in making Orchid unable to move. The ruthless nature of Ivan’s offensive made it so the raven-haired was pushed against a metaphorical wall, unable to escape her position for the moment. And it looked like the redhead man wasn’t done.

With a swift motion Ivan went for a Wing Tearer move but instead of letting it go after the damage was done he would maintain the hold as a submission move. “Iaaagh!!” Orchid let out a cry when her shoulders were subjected to a jolt of pure pain, but she immediately clenched her teeth, too proud to show her distress. There was no apparent escape from that situation, but the fact that the hold was maintained gave Erika one chance. It was just a long bomb, but of course that never deterred the Orchid.

After taking a couple more seconds to get ready, Orchid suddenly used her feet to spring forwards, making her legs reach upwards and catch Ivan’s neck in a scissors hold! The crowd cheered at the exciting display of athleticism when the woman’s lush thighs wrapped around Ivan, but even so Orchid’s balance was pretty precarious. That didn’t mean she would engage in this game of chicken though, challenging Ivan to maintain the hold at the risk of being choked to even unconsciousness. She was resolved to not lose that game of chicken no matter how her shoulders hurt.

[MR. Q]

Caught completely off guard by Erika's sudden burst of athleticism, Ivan's eyes widen in astonishment as her thighs wrap around his neck in a vice-like scissors hold. Panic surges through his system, but the fighter inside him overrides the panic, replaced instead by icy resolve.

"No...you aren't getting out of this that easily," Ivan rasps through gritted teeth, feeling the steel cord tension building in his legs as he struggles to break free from the perilous constrictions.

Despite the mounting pressure on his throat and the desperation rising within him, Ivan refuses to submit, locking his jaw and battling Erika's superior leverage. Sweat drips down his brow, the pain radiating from his crushed windpipe urging him onward.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Ivan's muscular thighs constrict around Erika's head and shoulders as he forces himself to stand upright, hoisting her trapped form high off the mat. The crowd erupts at the dizzying display of reversals.

Seizing the opportunity to flip the script, Ivan abruptly drops to one knee, crashing Erika's immobilized form against the hard mat as he unleashes a devastating Chickenwing Facebuster to better known as Pedigree!!!

[JingleJangle]

Now both contestants for the night were bringing their A-game to the match. The two of them were proud fighters and none of them was willing to just accept defeat against the other. This showed in how not Ivan nor Erika relented in the face of pain or exhaustion, the two of them pushing through despite anything. Erika had shown this in how she managed to apply some leverage and turn her disadvantageous situation into a headscissors she could use against Ivan, but the redhead man was ruthless in his own way and despite being pushed to a point in which he was not only subjected to great pain but also to the chance of being choked out to unconsciousness he would keep going with his plans for Orchid.

“Come on… come onn…-” Orchid could be heard mumbling with gritted teeth, reassuring herself to keep going as she tightened the scissor hold, grunts of strain and exhaustion escaping her as it was too difficult to maintain her possition while applying strength to her chokehold on Ivan and also enduring the pain he was dealing her. Despite this, the raven-haired was working hard and trusted in her ability to make Ivan falter. However, this wouldn’t come to pass, as Ivan mustered strength and with a show of willpower transitioned into a pedigree that got Orchid hard, the raven-haired slumping on the mat as her body and head impacted the canvas, her scissors instantly undone by Ivan’s superior tactic and endurance.

[MR. Q]

Blood rushes back to his deprived brain, and Ivan takes a sharp inhale as oxygen fills his lungs, dispelling the lightheadedness. His intense, unforgiving glare bores into Erika's stunned visage as she slumps onto the mat, the strength drained from her limbs. The sudden drop in weight allows Ivan to break free from Orchid's relinquished hold around his neck.

"You should never underestimate me," Ivan declares smugly, casting a haughty glance down his nose at Orchid's sprawled form, each word dripping with malice. "Now beg me for mercy."

Pivoting with on top of her, Ivan assumes a dominant position atop Erika's prone form, straddling her battered frame as he lowers himself to clamp his meaty forearm across her windpipe with ruthless precision.

His bicep bulges as he applies crushing pressure, cutting off Erika's airflow completely.
"I warned you...this will be ugly for you."

[JingleJangle]

The Pedigree was more than enough to undo Erika’s scissor move, getting her offensive to a halt and sending her prone body to the mat. Ivan had proved so far that he was one to capitalize on that kind of chance, so after some initial recovery by taking some air he was quick to react, mounting the raven-haired woman while running his mouth in a smug way, telling her to ask for mercy. Despite being at a disadvantageous situation this stung Orchid’s pride, her eyes burning with desire for payback. “You must be jokin-urrrkk!” Orchid’s retort was cut when Ivan applied his forearm to her neck, very effectively cutting her air supply. His position was also too good, mounting her prevented Erika from moving much, the only thing she could do was to squirm and writhe. This also left her legs, her best asset to bring some pain, pretty much unusable as the only thing she could do was kick against the mat in hopes to getting some leverage and escape, but the hold was firm. Pushed against a corner, the only thing Orchid could do was to fight Ivan’s hold, but she didn’t have enough strength to pry his arm off her windpipe. A burning sensation started coming from the Black Orchid’s lungs and in her fiery eyes appeared a small hint of despair as she knew she couldn’t escape. Not willing to accept it she would start throwing punches ar Ivan, but they were random aimed, hitting his midsection and his arm, in a desperate attempt to be released. But with each move Orchid’s oxygen supply became closer to gone, and each of her movements was now weaker than the previous one.