A grin spread wide across Ivan's face as he heard Botan's words. His eyes flickered with interest and mischief as he waits on the corner, plotting.
"Oh yeah? You wanna play that game?" He said. The challenge hung heavy in between them.
But before he could respond further, she was already moving. Ivan's instincts kicked in instantly as he saw the clothesline coming. Ivan quickly raised his left arm, blocking the incoming clothesline with his forearm. Muscles bulging as he absorbed the impact, grunting softly.
Without wasting a second, Ivan twisted his torso, bringing his right fist up in a devastating uppercut. The punch sailing to Botan, squarely on the chin.
Attacking Ivan with great force, although despite that she failed to break through his defense, Leaving Botan exposed to an attack, Ivan's fist would then fly towards her, absorbing the attack completely, leaving her staggering and retreating.
"How about I just rip off your clothes...ahhhg......"
Botan would say with a determined look
The uppercut connected cleanly, sending Botan stumbling backward. Ivan thought he had her dead to rights. But the stubborn woman somehow remained standing. Course she has a hard head.
"Rip my clothes?" Ivan countered with a smirk, "Aren't you just eager. If you wanna see me naked, just ask nicely." He teases as he throws his weight forward.
He kicks his leg forward, aimed at her belly. It was meant for a Teep kick, planting his sole on her abdomen and pushing her off to the ropes.
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“I'm just saying, if you like looking at clothes so much, I'd suggest we fight like animals... though for someone like you, I doubt you could do it.”
Botan said with a touch of irony, positioning herself to meet Ivan. Soon she saw a kick heading toward her abdomen; she blocked it with her arms to catch it, but his body still ended up pushing her hard and sending her against the ropes, where she ended up coughing in pain as she tried to get up, clenching her fists against the pain... Despite that, she wasn’t going to give in just yet
Ivan's kick met resistance, his sole slamming into Botan's forearms. The impact still managed to push her back against the ropes, the elastic cords snapping back as she rebounded forward slightly.
"Damn, didn't connect clean." Ivan clicked his tongue.
"What did you say? About fighting like 'animals'?" Ivan asked, his tone laced with taunting and teasing tone. He wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, never taking his gaze off her.
"Go ahead then," he taunted, "Show me."
This either change things or give him an opening he could use.
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“Well, then I’d better show you why I’m the alpha in my pack!”
Botan said confidently, even though her breathing was becoming more ragged and she was panting slightly. She still wanted to prove to Ivan that she was no pushover, so as she stepped out of the corner, she lunged straight at him—this time not aiming for a takedown, but rather, as she closed in on him, she would quickly try to go straight for his stomach and land a hook to his solar plexus—a hit that, if it connected, would really take the wind out of him.
Ivan watched carefully as Botan recovered, her confident demeanor not wavering despite the clear pain she was in. When she lunged, he braced himself—but underestimated her vigor.
Her punch slammed into his solar plexus with surprising accuracy and force, the wind rushing out of his lungs in a sharp exhale. "Ugh!"
"Shit—" Ivan grunted, feeling the hit deep in his core. That was a good hit.
Despite the hit, Ivan reached out with both arms, locking around Botan's torso in a tight clinch before she could pull back. Using her momentum against her, he pulled her close.
"Not so fast." he muttered against her ear. His grip was iron-tight, preventing her from creating distance or launching another strike.
"Now we're really close, aren't we?" Ivan taunted quietly, his face inches from hers in the clinch position. He then attacks her neck, biting and giving her good hickey.
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She would shout as she struck Ivan’s solar plexus with force, well aware of how effective it was at repeatedly cutting off others’ initiative, leaving them gasping for air—though to her surprise, she saw that despite all that, Ivan would still cling on so as not to fall behind… literally
“H-hey! So you’re not going to let go-aaa!!!”
she would say as she figured out how to act with him clinging to her, trying to move only to find he wouldn’t let her. Botan would soon be bitten on the neck like a vampire, giving her a… strange sensation on her neck, stopping her in her tracks and leaving her helpless; she could only squirm. And so, when he finally pulled away, leaving a hickey on her neck, Botan would look furious, and even though she couldn’t move away from him, she’d grab him however she could and try to lift him… so she could slam him against the canvas next to her! If he wanted to be close, he’d better be prepared for the consequences… although… something would remain in Botan’s mind
(“That... felt good, damn... was that an erotic attack?”)
"Mmm~" Ivan hummed against Botan's neck, clearly enjoying the taste of her skin and sweat mixed together. When he finally pulled back, there was indeed a visible hickey forming on her delicate skin.
His arms tightened around her further as she grabbed at him, attempting to lift. Ivan was caught off-guard by the sudden reversal, but his reflexes kicked in immediately.
"As if that would be that easy!" he challenged. Rather than resist being lifted, Ivan used her momentum against her again—if she was going to lift him, he'd make it work.
As his feet left the ground, he shot his knee forward, aiming to drive the appendage straight to her abdomen or chest, leveraging on the lion's lift.
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Trying to help Ivan up after his foolish behavior towards her, Botan would try and be surprised at how quickly she could lift him, So, while she held it as high as possible... she would then realize the mistake she had made.
Holding him in the highest position, he would soon go full force and strike her stomach with his knee... Botan would release him, and she would gasp in pain and, letting go of Ivan, she She would fall onto the canvas, her stomach aching.
