Valerie Lexington vs Ivan Ramirez: Standard Match

[MrBrightside]

No sooner had Valerie re-entered the ring did Ivan make his move. He sprang forward and launched a powerful kick that would knock her back down to the outside of it connected. But Valerie was ready for it. She figured that he would be on her the moment she got back into the ring.

Her reflexes allowed her to dodge the attack, causing the kick to pass by her harmlessly. The momentum from Ivan’s kick left his leg dangling over the top rope. Valerie took advantage of the opening to slide her arm underneath his other leg and lift him up before dropping him down on the top rope, positioning him so that he would land with the rope between his legs.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's kick whistles past Valerie's torso, barely grazing her as she nimbly ducks the attack. Surprised by her quick reaction, he finds himself off balance, his leg extended and suspended above the top rope.

Before he can regain his footing, Valerie's hands shoot up, grasping the inside of his thigh and the back of his knee. In a flash, she lifts him up and positions him over the top rope, forcing him to land awkwardly with the thick rope jammed between his legs.

"Ahhh! Shit!" Ivan cries out as the rope digs into his groin uncomfortably. He then falls over outside the ring with a thud. Compared to the sensations on his crotch, it's nothing. He laid there for a while to recuperate and relieve his battered balls.

Why do they always go for the balls? Don't they know it's his best feature?

[MrBrightside]

A vindictive smirk found its way onto Valerie's face. Seeing Ivan's pained expression when she dropped him where it would hurt the most was immensely satisfying, especially after what he put her through. The tables had turned at least for the moment Valerie had to make the most of it.

Ivan had been content to wait for her to recover on the outside but Valerie could not afford to extend the same courtesy. She could not let him recover and potentially turn the tide back in favor. She stepped through the ropes and approached where Ivan fell. She then grabbed his legs and rolled him onto his stomach. She bent his legs back and sat down on his back to apply the Boston Crab.

[MR. Q]

Ivan lies sprawled on the arena floor, trying to ignore the dull ache in his bruised groin. He hears Valerie approaching and tenses, knowing another attack is imminent.

Just as her hands wrap around his leg, Ivan reacts. With a burst of strength, he kicks out viciously, catching Valerie square in the chest and sending her tumbling backwards. Before she can recover, Ivan is already rolling to his feet, shaking out his limbs.

"I should've known better than to get complacent on fighter like you," he sneers, glaring down at Valerie. "But you're in trouble now."

Ivan advances slowly, stalking his prey. He cracks his knuckles menacingly, a wicked grin spreading across his chiseled features. As he comes in range, he throws a left hook in hopes of catching her off guard.

[MrBrightside]

Valerie lets out curse as Ivan kicks her off before she can lock in the Boston Crab. Of course he couldn't stay down long enough to take his punishment like a man! The kick hits her square in the chest sending her stumbling back, but she manages to keep her balance. Meanwhile, Ivan gets back up and approaches her. He throws a left hook at her but she sees it coming and blocks it.

"The only one in trouble here is you!" Valerie spits as she fires back with a lightning-fast punch to his face.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's hook is blocked, but he isn't deterred. He ducks under Valerie's return punch, moving with surprising agility for a man his size. In a flash, he's slipped behind her, wrapping his brawny arms around her slender torso.

Before Valerie can react, Ivan locks his arms tight, pulling her back against his broad chest. His biceps and triceps flex powerfully as he cranks the Full Nelson hold, putting immense pressure on her neck and shoulder blades.

"Let's see how tough you really are," Ivan grunts, applying more force to the hold. His hot breath tickles her ear as he leans in close.

Ivan starts walking backwards, dragging Valerie along with him, intent on wrenching the hold until she submits or he gets to his destination.

Either way, his now in control for the time being.

[MrBrightside]

Valerie’s eyes widen in shock as not only was Ivan able to duck under her punch but get behind her and lock her arms in a Full Nelson hold.

“Argh! Let go!” Valerie demanded as she thrashed about trying to break free. Intense pressure was being applied to her neck and shoulders as Ivan dragged her along. She didn’t have any idea what he had planned for her but obviously it wouldn’t be anything good. Valerie desperately flailed around trying to escape the hold. If she couldn’t free her arms she’d try kicking at his legs to try and knock Ivan off balance and hopefully get him to loosen his grip.

[MR. Q]

Ivan drags the thrashing Valerie along, her heels scuffing against the mat as he walks backwards. Her kicks to his legs barely register, like flies buzzing around an elephant.

"Keep struggling," he taunts darkly. "It'll only make it worse for yourself when you finally submit."

They reach the ring corner outside, Ivan stops, holding Valerie tightly. He cranks the Full Nelson harder, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her arms.

"Had enough yet?" Ivan asks mockingly. "Or do you need me to teach you some more respect?"

His voice drips with sadistic amusement as he applies more pressure, waiting to see if Valerie will submit or continue resisting. Either way, Ivan is thoroughly enjoying his dominance over the feisty woman.

Ivan releases his grip on Valerie abruptly, causing her to stumble forward. Not wasting a second, he hooks his hands under her arms and swings her bodily towards the ring post with a grunt of effort.

"Take this!" he snarls, aiming to slam her face-first into the steel structure.

If successful, the brutal impact would surely daze and disorient Valerie, leaving her vulnerable for whatever punishment Ivan deems fit next.

[MrBrightside]

“Fuck you!” Valerie spat out in response to Ivan’s taunts. While she tried to put on a brave face but she was losing hope every second Ivan had her in the Full Nelson. Dread filled her core as her attempts to break free proved ineffective.

Once Ivan dragged Valerie to where he wanted her, he threw her face-first into the ring post. Valerie’s eyes widened at the oncoming collision but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Her head hit the ring post with a sickening thud. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as searing pain spread through her forehead and her vision grew dim.

[MR. Q]

The harsh smack of Valerie's skull against the ring post echoes through the arena. Ivan's gloating laughter rings out, mocking her futile struggles.

As Valerie's limp form crumples to the ground, Ivan wastes no time. He hooks his arms underneath hers, dragging her lifeless body back towards the open ring. With a vicious toss, he flings her back inside the ropes, where she lands in a crumpled heap.

Without pause, Ivan pounces on top of Valerie, straddling her sprawled-out form. His hands roam over her supine body, spreading her limbs wide apart in domination. He positions himself between her thighs, grinding his crotch into hers as if dry-humping her mercilessly.

The ref begins counting, oblivious to Ivan's lewd display. "One! Two!-"

Each number brings closer to victory for the sadistic heel. His dominant posture, coupled with the humiliation etched on Valerie's unconscious face, fills Ivan with an unspeakable thrill. This is his domain, and he'll revel in every ounce of it until he's claimed total supremacy over his opponent.