Dangerous Liasons - Ivan Ramirez vs Kim 'Newsnight' Jones

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Ivan Ramirez vs Kim 'Newsnight' Jones

LAW Standard match

Win via Pinfall or Submission, hentai discouraged

Kim paced through her dressing room, wondering if the money was worth the risk. Management had offered her a chance to make some substantial money, but the cost was fighting someone with a reputation like Ivan's. She already faced great humiliation in her debut and wasn't excited for more, but the fact was he drew crowds, attention, a win or even a close loss would do wonders for her career. That or her greed for prestige would bite her again.

The outfit they'd selected for her certainly wasn't helping, where they intending to send him into the rage? The rules where a standard match, but around certain disqualifications.. certain things seemed hazy. But she'd agreed and she wasn't backing down, she was here to fight, she was damn well going to make sure her reputation as a jobber wasn't going to stick!

Management called her up, it was now or never.

Her intro music began, and she walked out proudly onto the ramp

music

heading into the ring the announcer started up, sending a jolt of energy through the crowd as she posed seductively, let them look, they'll damn sure remember me!
In the first corner, weighing in at 161 pounds and and 5ft 10 tall , its the one, the only, KKKIIIIMMM NNEWWSSNIGGHT JOOONES

She took her corner and waited for her opponent to make his entrance.

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The crowd erupted as the announcer's voice boomed through the arena speakers, "And in the second corner, weighing in at 154 pounds and standing at 5'10", we have... IVAAAN RAMIREZ!"



Spotlights swiveled to illuminate the entrance ramp as hard-hitting music thumped through the sound system. Ivan strode out confidently, his bright red hair slightly dampened from pre-match prep. His blue eyes scanned the packed stadium with practiced indifference—he'd performed in front of thousands before, both in Manila's underground circuits and now here at LAW.

He wore his signature trunks, black with blue accents matching his eye color. The crowd chanted his name, some throwing glow sticks into the air as he approached the ring. The other booing and defacing him as a heel.

The sound of the steel steps echoed as he climbed into the ring, his boots hitting the canvas with a thud-thud. Ivan rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck side to side as he looked across the ring at Kim. His expression remained neutral, though there was a glint of curiosity in those blue eyes—the new girl, eh?

Ivan's gaze traveled slowly over Kim as she stood in her corner, taking in every detail with the calculated assessment of a seasoned fighter. The black lingerie hugged her curves provocatively, the sheer fabric barely concealing her body beneath. It was a bold choice, designed to draw the eyes—and it worked.

"Hmph." The sound escaped his throat without thought, a small grunt of appreciation.

His eyes lingered on the glasses perched atop her nose, adding to that haughty librarian aesthetic she was clearly cultivating. It fit with the cocky confidence radiating off her in waves.

He circled the perimeter of the ring, maintaining distance between them while allowing himself a fuller view of his opponent. The crowd's noise rose and fell like waves crashing against the walls of the arena, but Ivan tuned most of it out. His focus narrowed to Kim, cataloguing potential weaknesses, strengths, tells.

"Let's see what all the fuss is about," he muttered under his breath in Tagalog, though loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Both wrestlers are called to the center by the ref, waiting for the bell.

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Kim watched as Ivan entered, his cocksure stride, his predatory eyes, running over her in a manner that was more troubling than complimentary.

His words where few, but his stance told Kim that this fight would be far from easy.

"I hope your planning on underestimating me Ivan, you'll make my life even easier!"

Her tone came out more confident than she was, though she had fought men and won before, none had the reputation of the one before her.

She calmed herself, letting the tension wash away, as she prepared herself for battle. Her muscles where taught, warmed up and limber and as the bell rang she sprinted forward.

Her aim was a double footed kick to the chest, if she could put him in a bad state early the mental game would be half one. All she had to do now was land it.

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Ivan paused mid-circle at Kim's challenge, his blue eyes narrowing as he fixed her with an unreadable stare. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—not quite amusement, not quite disdain.

"You talk big for someone wearing..." He gestured vaguely at her lingerie-clad form, "...that."

"The ones who run their mouths the loudest usually taste dirt the hardest," Ivan continued, his tone low enough that the mic couldn't pick it up. Behind them, the crowd roared with anticipation, some chanting his name, others cheering for blood.

DING DING!

The moment the bell chimed, Ivan's instincts kicked in like a well-oiled machine. He saw the charge coming, noted the telltale shift of weight, the slight wind-up. Predictable.

When Kim launched herself forward with that double-footed strike, Ivan moved with fluid precision. He sidestepped smoothly, almost lazily, his arms raised defensively. The kicks whistled past him, missing his torso by mere inches as he maintained perfect balance.

As Kim's lands roughly on the mat at the missed attack, Ivan lifts his leg and stomps on her while she's down.

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Kim growled at Ivan's comment

"Management wanted me to bring in some low minded perks, must have worked if your here!"

She fired off as her attack began.
Her charge was fairly neat, but not fast enough, and too readable, she missed and hit the ground hard.

"Shoot"

She grumbled, moving quickly to bring herself up from the floor. But Ivan moved quickly his foot stomping down upon her, it brought her down twice, but on the third stomp she grounded herself well enough to resist, before again diving forward to slam into Ivan's waist.

"It won't be that easy" She yelled.

She was going to get him to the floor however much pain to cost her, on the ground his strength would count for less. Then she could start hurting him.

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Ivan's expression twisted into something like annoyance as Kim refused to stay down. When she charged again, he braced himself, planting his feet firmly on the canvas. This time, instead of trying to dodge entirely, he angled his body, turning sideways.

WHAM!

The impact still sent a jolt through his frame, but he held firm, using his core strength to absorb the blow. His hands shot out, grabbing at Kim's shoulders as she slammed into him, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper back through that thin black fabric.

"Tsk, persistent," Ivan grunted, his voice tight with effort. He bent at the knees, shifting his center of gravity lower, more stable. His grip tightened as he tried to control her momentum, preventing her from pulling him down to the mat.

The crowd roared approval at the display of raw power and technical skill, a mix of chants rising above the noise. "IVAAAN! IVAAAN!"

Using superior strength, he attempts to lift her up to his shoulders.

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Kim's slam connected and for a moment she felt as is she had him in her net. But Ivan was too strong and his stance too secure, she felt him take a grip on her shoulders, as the crowd began to chant his name. Her nerves rose, her response had failed, and her opponent was up to something, a sense of danger began to pick at her.

"Whatever you're doing, it won't work"

She said with an unconvincing tone, as she disconnected and attempted to put some separation between herself and Ivan, his powerful grip blocked her escape, feeling herself being pulled in, she aimed a fist, intending to slam it into her chest, hopefully pressuring him to release his grip.

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Ivan felt the punch connect solidly with his chest—a solid blow that would've made most men stumble. But his core remained rigid, unyielding. He barely staggered, merely tensing further to absorb the impact.

"Mm." A low grunt was all he gave, his jaw clenching as he maintained his iron grip on Kim's shoulders. If anything, the punch seemed to fuel his determination rather than weaken it.

With a casual move with his arm, he cocked it back and sent it flying into he abdomen for a point blank bodyshot.

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Kim smiled as her bodyshot connected, the sound was a satisfying slam, but the smile soon faded as Ivan barely flinched.

"What are you? A rock!"

She muttered without thinking, the brief sense of victory further shattered as a return shot barrelled into her tummy.

"Gooofhh, ugh"

It connected hard and knocked most of the wind out of her, her body relaxing as she hurried to refill her breath. She was weak and open, exactly the situation she feared to be in against this opponent, she fought to catch her breath before Ivan could take advantage.

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"I won't say I'm a rock but does being rock hard counts?" Ivan taunts at her as she doubles over, catching her breath after his counterattack to her stomach.

It wasn't a jest, he's definitely rock hard. If the cameras would zoom into her shorts, they would see the barely concealed erection beneath his shorts. As for her question for being solid, it's simply difference in bodily build and habits. Years of getting punched and beat up does make wonders on one's resistance and endurance.

A good times till the little shit came.

After reminiscing for a sec, Ivan decided to move on. He got a sexy lady to soften up with. Wrapping his arms around her barely clothed torso, he flexed his muscles as he prepared to lift her up across his shoulders in a fireman's carry.