Against the Goddess: Ivan Ramirez VS Aphrodite

[MR. Q]

Hard style Hentai Match
Hentai moves is allowed
Win by submission or KO only

Ivan cracked his neck side to side, stretching the tight muscles across his shoulders and down his arms. This was it, finally a real match against someone with actual experience instead of the fresh meat the management kept shoving at him lately. The adrenaline started pumping through his veins as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come.

Ivan grabbed a towel and gave his sweaty torso a quick wipe-down, taking care not to mess up his neatly tousled red locks.

It wasn't long till he was called to the ring.

The arena lights flashed as Ivan strutted confidently to the ring, his chiseled physique on full display beneath the spotlights. Sweat glistened on his sculpted chest and six-pack abs, making his well-defined muscles ripple enticingly with each step. His fiery red hair was left unkempt, adding to his rugged appeal as he tossed his head back in a cocky grin.

Topless save for a pair of fingerless gloves, Ivan exuded raw masculinity as he climbed onto the ring to where he waited for his opponent for tonight.

[SimplyMoon]

Ivan would not have to wait long as Aphrodite was already in position to start walking down that ramp and head straight for the ring. As her music came on, the blonde bombshell of a woman that called herself Aphrodite would be strutting down the ramp, dressed in a white sling bikini with toeless athletic socks, making her to him with a smirk upon her face. If there was one thing that this blonde goddess of love was, it would be utter confidence in what she was doing, ignoring the mix of boos, cheers, and cat calls given that she was a rather known heel now in the company. This would be her show if her opponent like it or not, walking up the steps of the ring and walking along its side. With a brush of her long blonde hair, she'd enter the ring, sauntering under the rope before walking forward towards the middle.

"Hello there honie. Ready to worship at the altar~" she playfully, bending forward and letting her breasts bounce forward.

[MR. Q]

Ivan rolled his eyes at the blonde bombshell's overt display of sexuality as she sashayed into the ring. 'Great, just my luck,' he thought sarcastically.

He was duped! Utterly bamboozled like an idiot!

Leaning back against the ropes, he crossed his arms over his broad chest as he brooded. He might cry if he didn't. What's wrong for him to ask a normal match?

"Well isn't this a treat," Ivan drawled in a mocking tone, his voice dripping with disdain as he put up his heel persona again.

He looked her up and down, unimpressed by her skimpy attire. "As for worshipping, I think I'll you'll be worshipping something else before the end of the night."

Ivan's gaze lingered on her breasts for a fleeting moment before moving back up to her face, his blue eyes glinting with challenge and a hint of amusement.

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite smirked, "That's a shame honey," she spoke with a honeyed tone, turning her back away from him briefly, just enough for him to get a good sight at her shapely rear.

The blonde wrestler would brush aside her long blonde hair, strutting to the corner as the referee would soon check her. It may be a hentai match, but it was still wrestling after all, and cheating was still cheating when it came to illegal items, not that Aphrodite cared. The supposed goddess of love never needed them, anyway, instead believing that she could rely on her own skills. Not that it had worked all the best for her bust still she proceeded onward, doing her best to win at all costs within the ring.

"I'll just have to make you kneel tonight."

[MR. Q]

As his opponent turned away, exposing the lush curves of her ass momentarily, Ivan felt an inexplicable surge of primal hunger rear its head within him—a visceral response that left him uneasily torn between revulsion toward and arousal by her shameless lewdness.

"I'm not one for worship, not unless it's a quivering girl beneath me." Ivan retorted sarcastically as the bell rang, signaling their match is underway.

Despite grudging annoyance toward her provocative showmanship, an awareness nagged at the back of his mind: facing Aphrodite tonight meant going up against a pro in Hentai.

Let's see how he would match up.

Lumbering in the center ring, Ivan keep his arms up in a boxer's stance, ready to throw and block whatever Aphrodite has to offer to him.

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite moved towards him as soon as the bell rang, looking to quickly catch him off guard. This supposed goddess of love that was before Ivan was a crafty one and wouldn't of course just come at him directly. No, she was of course planning something, throwing a feinted strike forward towards him, a straight punch before suddenly releasing her real attack, a quick side kick, aimed to catch him off guard.

"Don't let me down boy!" she yells out, a fire in her eye as she attacked, a fire that seemed maniacal in appearance.

[MR. Q]

The crowd erupted in cheers as the bell chimed, signaling the start of the match. Ivan stood tall in the center of the ring, hands raised defensively as he sized up his opponent across from him.

DING DING DING!

Before Ivan could even process the opening salvo, she was already moving. Her fist came whistling toward his face in what appeared to be a straightforward punch - predictable, almost amateur. But Ivan had learned not to underestimate anyone in this business. The moment her knuckles stopped short of his nose, he knew something else was coming.

WHOOSH!

It happened so fast that even some members of the audience gasped audibly. Aphrodite's leg swept out in a devastating sidekick, aiming right for Ivan's exposed torso. The execution was flawless - a perfect combination that caught most fighters off-guard. Her foot cut through the air with deadly precision.

"Don't let me down boy!!!" Aphrodite's voice rang out across the ring, echoing off the walls of the arena.

The kick connected solidly with Ivan's ribcage, the impact sending sharp pain radiating throughout his torso. "Oof!" he grunted, stumbling slightly to the side as the force of the blow knocked the wind out of him temporarily.

THUD!

His body hit the ropes hard, bouncing back slightly as he struggled to regain his composure. The crowd roared in approval, sensing blood in the water. Through gritted teeth, Ivan took a moment to assess the damage - nothing broken, just bruised ribs that would make breathing deeply uncomfortable for the next few minutes.

He wasn't expecting that explosive start and early feint.