Loser's Night: Black Orchid vs Agila of Manila

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Ivan's smirk twists into a sneer of triumph as Orchid's blows connect weakly against his resilient form. Still maintaining his suffocating grip on her neck, he easily flips their positions, rolling back onto his back while keeping a vice-like hold on her throat.

"Now look at you," Ivan taunts, his chest heaving with exertion. "Pathetic. This is what happens when you mess with the wrong person." He tightens his arm further, the there bodies grinding to each other.

Ivan wrenches one hand free from his immobilizing hold on Erika, fingers instantly plunging between the fabric of her leotard to fondle and massage her heaving breasts with a lascivious intent. His touch is rough and possessive, as if claiming ownership of her supple mounds.

"So beautiful, so soft," Ivan murmurs with a lecherous grin. He continues his merciless throttling, his arm still locked tightly around Erika's neck while simultaneously molesting her breasts, tormenting every inch of he can reach.

[JingleJangle]

Erika’s fighting options were few now as fading, she was running out of air while feeling weaker by the second. Now that her state was a stunned one it was easy for Ivan to switch things up and transition into a Rear Naked Chokehold that got the woman lying on top of his body, his muscles grinding against her curves as she writhed about in a vain hope to get an escape that wasn’t coming. When listening to Ivan teasing her with a smug tone Orchid wanted so hard to retort at him with a witty remark and then make a move that would surprise him and help her flip the tables, but that wasn’t going to happen as she was so weak now, the only thing she could do was squirm against the hold as her limbs flailed in search for a leverage that wouldn’t come.

To add insult to injury, Ivan used his free hand to undo Orchid’s zipper and slip to start fondling the woman’s breasts, her mounds being soft at the redhead’s touch which became more agressive, dominant in just seconds as he kneaded her tits. Erika wanted to fight him back but the only thing she was capable of doing with her blocked pipeline was to whimper and throw her hands backwards, trying to reach the impossible angle she needed to grab Ivan’s hair or molest his face. Then, even while Orchid wouldn’t accept it, her body started surrendering to her situation as she let out a long sigh and her body started going limp, her vision blurry and her hearing dimmed while her teary eyes closed when she went half unconscious.

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With deliberate slowness, Ivan releases Erika's heaving bosom from his grasp, moving downward to tear apart the remainder of her flimsy leotard. Cool air caresses her now fully exposed flesh, followed immediately by Ivan's rough fingertips brushing against the damp curls between her legs.

"Lift up, sweet Orchid," he croons, his breath hot against her ear as he tugs her limp body higher onto his chest. "Let's finish this properly..."

As Erika drifts in and out of consciousness, Ivan continues his degrading violation, his skilled fingers probing the tender flesh between her thighs with brutal efficiency.

[JingleJangle]

Black Orchid’s original costume for her tv series was made with the objective of hugging Erika’s body and fitting it like a glove, highlighting the woman’s luscious curves and making her an absolute bombshell by mixing combat-worthiness and enticing capabilities. When LAW professionals got their hands on the original designs they elevated it, adding a better, more professional texture to the rubbery material that made it feel as if Erika was wearing nothing. It turned out they made it so easy to tear apart as well.

Without much resistance from Orchid’s, Ivan was free to di his bidding as he pleased, tearing apart the woman’s outfit so her body got the goosebumps when exposed to the cool air of the arena as the crowd reacting in an approving manner, knowing what was coming. However, the Black Orchid was still a little out of it and couldn’t react as her redhead rival repositioned her and started ravaging her pussy, which in an exercise of honesty was the first part of Erika that reacted to him by getting first damp, then wet.

Still in the verge of unconsciousness, Erika’s sensations were a little numb, but as she started coming back to herself she noticed Ivan’s remarks and soon enough she started letting out groans of protest that turned so soon into involuntary pants and moans even when she tried to stiffle them, her mind unable to hide all that was being felt in her pussy! Orchid was a proud fighter and knew she hadn’t started the match on the right foot, but she trusted in her ability to come back and that started by not allowing Ivan to make her cum and going for something bold that would allow her to retake control. “Nggh~ I’m not done yet you cocky bastard!” Seeing how Ivan had set their bodies so they were so close and aligned, Erika recklessly threw her head back to it would give Ivan a headbutt in hopes that would make his hold falter.

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Sinking two thick fingers knuckle-deep into Orchid's soaked sex, Ivan begins thrusting them rapidly, milking the warm clutch of her convulsing walls. His other hand stays planted on her throat, maintaining an iron grip that keeps Erika pinned to him, totally at his mercy.

The audience roars its approval, but their noise recedes to distant chatter as Ivan focuses solely on dominating Orchid's broken body with sensual violence, bringing her slowly towards climax under duress.

Then a sudden jolt of pain reverberates through Ivan's skull as Orchid's forehead slams mercilessly into his temple. Stars dance before his vision, momentarily blurring his senses as the searing agony explodes in his head. His iron grip loosening involuntarily around Erika's throat as Ivan reels from the brutal attack.

"Eeughh...!" Ivan grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his arm release Orchid's windpipe, releasing her choking hold. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, Ivan shakes his head, trying to clear the lingering dizziness clouding his senses.

Rolling away, he disengages in recover his bearings.

[JingleJangle]

Back at the club she worked as a wrestler, Erika earned a reputation for her brash personality that bordered recklessness more than often. The woman was known for being a proud one and also headstrong and stubborn, not allowing things going another way but hers. This would get her i some trouble in the past whenever she decided to go for a less safe option that could harm either her or another of her coworker’s health. Erika didn’t even think twice about it but this earned her a reputation of being a bad bitch.

Orchid clenched her teeth and groaned in pain when she felt the back of her skull impacting directly on Ivan’s face. The movement was something out of a madwoman’s book, but it was just fine for the raven-haired who believed in end justifying means. It worked though, relief confidently replacing the woman’s anxiety when she noticed Ivan’s grip against her neck faltering. With a final elbow to his side, Orchid applied enough strength to escape, the crowd letting out surprised cheering as they thought the match was sealed.

Quickly crawling away in a desperate, almost animalistic way, Orchid gasped and coughed for some instants as her windpipe and lungs got the air and oxygen they just needed if only a little too abruptly. Then she quickly assessed the situation: Ivan was reeling in pain, making a roll to draw some distance. The Black Orchid knew she had made a statement on how she wasn’t going down without a fight and now needed to show him how she could get in charge as well, but there was another added complication on her mind.

As breathing returned to normal, Erika noticed how hard her hearth was thumping and a burning sensation coming from between her legs. It looked like in his relentless fingerfucking Ivan had managed to get a lot of pent up arousal. That was dangerous. An unwanted climax could mess with Orchid’s strength and Ivan was surely going to capitalize on that, so the only thing she could do to prevent him from eventually making her cum was taking things into her own account and giving herself release before Ivan could get his hands on her again. That way her body wouldn’t betray herself.

With quick moves and while still standing Erika’s hand darted towards her exposed sex and invaded it, furiously fucking herself not to enjoy herself but to get rid of that arousal that could be her undoing. The crowd was so confused at first but when realizing what was going on it erupted in cheers and chants of “Cum! Cum! Cum”, encouraging her to go to the very end. She didn’t need that encouraging. Grunting in heat as an animal as she relentlessly fingered herself, Orchid kept going with her furious thrusting until suddenly with a “Aaaahhhh!!!” wordless cry of release the raven-haired woman came against her own fingers, her juices spraying on the mat and coating her thighs. For some instants Orchid had to cling to the top rope while her legs faltered and trembled but this was her plan all along and giving herself a shallow orgasm allowed her to quickly recover. After this she would adopt a guarding stance and look at Ivan with fire in her eyes. She was now ready for round 2.

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Utter bewilderment sweeps over Ivan's features as he watches Orchid's astonishing display - a frenzied, animalistic attempt to relieve her own arousal mid-battle, all while maintaining her aggressive guard stance.

"...What the fuck did I just witness?!" Ivan utters aloud the thoughts of the masses, stunned and flabbergasted by the sheer audacity of Erika's moves.

His flabber had been gasted.

Shaking his head to clear the residual dizziness from the brutal headbutt, Ivan begins to circle his opponent cautiously, adopting a wary mindset. Despite the absurdity of what just transpired, he knows Erika won't stop until she has crushed him utterly beneath her heels.

"You crazy bitch...fine. Bring it on," Ivan mutters under his breath, clenching his fists and preparing for whatever ruthless strategies Orchid may throw at him next.

Yeah, crazy bitch fits right for her.

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Furiously pleasuring herself until release while looking directly at Ivan with a determined and fiery look in her eye served Erika a purpose in making a statement: her pleasure wasn’t his to steal and capitalize but hers to claim under her own terms. At that point arousal had become a hindrance to her so it was best to get rid of her in the quickest way so she could get back at the match soon. This dumbfounded Ivan who started mocking Orchid, which was a little ineffective against a woman who just orgasmed. “You better enjoy that since it’s the closest you’re getting to getting some pussy tonight.”, she said while making a gesture with her fingers towards him, showing how they were still coated in her juices.

It looked like Ivan wanted to play it cautiously now, circling around Orchid while the two contestants measured each other. Then, responding to the redhead’s taunting, it was Erika the first to spring to action. She had a plan to get some payback at Ivan but she needed some setting up in order for it to work. The first thing she would do was to get his guard up with a feint of a jab at his face. She wanted him to protect his face so she could sudden throw a quick knee at his unprotected stomach to ser him up for what was coming. “Hyah!!”

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Stunned once again by the bold defiance emanating from Orchid, Ivan's mouth falls open, words failing to form on his lips at the sheer effrontery of her retort. The stains glistening obscenely on Erika's coated fingertips drive home the point that yes, this wildcard is proud of what she did mere moments ago, seemingly without an ounce of shame.

"What?" Ivan manages to say out after a long moment, visibly struggling to keep up with Orchid's erratic behavior. His usual persona gone for a bit.

Caught off balance, Ivan reflexively jerks his head sideways to avoid the snappy jab heading straight for his nose, his eyes momentarily crossing at the last second's sharp motion. The feint succeeded in having him throw up his guard to protect his face, unaware of the vicious knee slamming into his stomach mere seconds later.

"Oof!" Ivan grunts sharply, doubled over in mid-air as he clutches his abused gut in shock than pain

Erika's tactical maneuver caught Ivan utterly by surprise, leaving him vulnerable for a second.

What does Orchid plan next?!

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With her latest plan Erika wanted to show Ivan and everyone on the stands that she wasn’t pulling any punches and that she could also get in control in that match. To do so, the raven-haired executed a feint which was convincing enough to make Ivan try dodging it sideways and protect himself. When the jab never landed the redhead man would surely be confused for some instants before a nasty knee plunged in his stomach. The man’s midsection was firm and muscular but the strike was strong enough to get some damage done.

Hearing all air escaping Ivan’s lungs was Orchid’s cue to get to the next step of her plan. As the man doubled over taken aback by the impact, Erika swiftly made it to his back to entangle her body with his and lock an Abdominal Stretch hold, sending some pain through him as she tightened his position. That wouldn’t be all though, since the raven-haired used her free hand to slither and slip inside his trunks, getting a hold at his cock and started jerking him in a quick, almost frantic pace. “You better submit now Ivan, or I’ll jerk your prick until it feels numb!”, said Orchid overreaching a little, feeling too empowered by her current advantage.