Stormy Debut: Ororo VS Ivan

[APimpNamedSlickback]

"Oh yeah? Well you talk—"

His words cut short as Ororo's foot connected squarely with the side of his skull in a perfect spinning heel kick. The impact sent him stumbling sideways, vision swimming for a split second. Luckily, he manages to stumble to the ropes, hooking his arm on the top rope for support as his head spins.

"Agh! Fuck!" He spat out, shaking his head to clear the stars dancing before his eyes. That kick was no joke and he didn't see it coming. He blames the hormones. His ears were still ringing even as he tried to maintain balance on unsteady legs.

"Someone get me that truck's license plate. I'm suing!" He slurred.

[AshAllen]

Ororo let out a ‘hmph’ sound At Ivan’s slitted speech. A faint grin appeared on her lips in satisfaction that she made Ivan’s brain be rattled. She wasn’t done with him at the moment as she walked over and grabbed his free arm and draped it over the top rope.

She then delivered a harsh chop rught across his chest, and following it up with a hard punch into his gut before finally finishing it off with an RKO by grabbing his neck and yanking him down to slam his head onto the canvas.

She kipped up to her feet, the audience going wild at her show of dominance. She then grabbed Ivan and dragged him over to a nearby corner and set him up before going to the corner opposite of him.

The audience waited in anticipation….

[APimpNamedSlickback]

"Ow! I know I got remarkable chest but it's not a chopping board." Ivan complained with a grimace as his opponent attacked his chest.

"Also-Guh! Okay, shutting up!" It was followed swiftly by the sharp pain exploding in his solar plexus when her fist slammed into his stomach unexpectedly. Ivan groaned. She didn't even let him finish the joke.

Before he could recover, Ororo's grip locked around his neck and he was suddenly falling. The world spun wildly as she executed an RKO, sending him crashing face-first onto the mat with enough force to make the entire ring bounce beneath them.

"Ungh... fuuuuuck..." Face planted on the canvas Ivan groaned, seeing stars again. Pretty sure he saw one looking like a drawing from Lucia's brat.

Still dazed, Ivan is still aware enough to feel being positioned upright in the corner, held there by Ororo's machinations. His head was pounding. Probably need some strong stuff later. What the hell is she planning this time? Is she going for the coupe de grace? Hope not. Maybe she'll suck him off as a finish? A man can wish.

Across the ring, he could see her silhouette in the opposing corner. Ooooooooh. Yikes.

His in trouble.