Ivan gives Sierra a warm welcome to LAW

[reini]

Sierra allowed Ivan to walk up closer, expecting him to tell her his backstory, but instead the red haired wrestler hit her head like a bell.

Her eyes widen comically, spinning in opposite directions for a second as she stumbles backward in a loopy daze. She sways left, then right, then—boop!—she lightly bonks her own forehead with her palm, as if trying to reset her brain. Blinking rapidly, she shakes her head like a cartoon character.

"Ohh, ho! Surprise-attack..! Ugh..." with her head spinning, she falls flat on her butt in the worst brain freeze of her life.

[MR. Q]

Without hesitation, Ivan lunged forward and hooked Sierra's legs with his arms, yanking her into a seated position with her legs spread wide. He pressed down hard with his boot, grinding it roughly against her vulnerable crotch.

"Hah! You should see your face right now," Ivan smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he intensified the pressure. "Think you can handle me, huh? I've got news for you."

He ground his heel against her clit mercilessly, intent on leaving the spoiled brat crying and begging for mercy. "This is how men deal with insufferable bitches like you."

[reini]

Although Sierra has seen wrestlers do that before, she still wasn't prepared for such a rough attak. First, he spread her legs sending a burning pain through her groin and inner thighs, and then, well, he did something very not nice to her!

With Ivan taunting her, she had much to respond with And it would be a little hard speaking while this is happening, even though Sierra's level of talkativeness can hardly be matched.

Her first idea was to cap her legs together, trapping his foot between her thighs. Unfortunately, her legs weren't strong enough to break his grip.

Not good!

"Oh! D-duele mucho!" her face reddened

With all the force she has, she throws her upper body back completely, wanting to flip backwards as last resort to get out of her vulnerable position.

[MR. Q]

Ivan grinned wickedly as Sierra writhed beneath him, clearly caught off guard by his relentless assault. He tightened his grip on her ankles, keeping her legs spread obscenely wide open.

"Scream all you want," he jeered, continuing to grind his boot into her sensitive flesh with ruthless precision. "No one's coming to save you from this beating."

Just as he thought he had Sierra exactly where he wanted her, Ivan sensed her attempt to flip backwards and react accordingly. He adjusted his stance, gripping Sierra's ankles to keep her pinned as her upper body flew back in a desperate bid to escape.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," Ivan growled, eyes flashing with malevolent amusement as he maintained his dominant position over her squirming form. "You're not going anywhere until I say so." He grinded his foot harder on her crotch as emphasis.

[reini]

"No way this ends like this!" she thought to herself. And since flipping backwards didn't work, it's time to try something else.


Like an angry kid whose mum refused to get ice cream, she just start kicking her legs rapidly, trying to do anything to make Ivan's hold less stable. She keeps yanking her legs wildly, trying to make him let go.

"MWAAAH! YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!!!"


Since Ivan is gripping her ankles, he’s already leaning forward. Sierra tries to use that against him by suddenly pulling her knees closer to herself as hard as she can. And then, she kicks upward, using his own grip to throw him off balance.

It starts feeling like grabbed an oversized hamster in his hand, whose now is squirming and scratching trying to get out.

[MR. Q]

Ivan roared in annoyance as Sierra began thrashing and kicking her legs wildly, desperately trying to wriggle free from his iron grasp. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the stinging sensation on his palms from her flailing as he dug his fingers deeper into her tender ankles.

"Fuckin' brat!" Ivan cursed, adjusting his stance to accommodate her erratic movements. But despite her best efforts, he maintained control, his grip unwavering.

Suddenly, Sierra yanked her legs inward and slammed her knees upwards, aiming a vicious kick straight at Ivan's gut. Her momentum nearly knocked the wind out of him as he stumbled backward, releasing Sierra's ankles to catch himself on the ropes.

"What the...?" Ivan spluttered, regaining his footing as Sierra scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily. She may have won this round, but Ivan promised himself he wouldn't let it happen again.

"Round two, eh? Let's dance."

[reini]

Sierra didn't expect to do that good, but in a complete stroke of luck she managed to kick her enemy in the gut. She fixes her hair, stands up in a flashy position and flexes her nearly non existant muscles.

"Brrahahaha! Sierra claims her victory over the bad-swearing man!"

She takes a more relaxed position, and speaking in a little less obnoxiously loud voice, she says directly to Ivan:

"Seriously though, you probably sholdn't swear that much. Especially not to a lady!"

As the referee signals they may begin their round, Sierra's lips a form a silly smile, as she flutters her eyelashes, seemingly letting Ivan know that time she's waiting for him to make his move.

[MR. Q]

Ivan seethed as Sierra preened and struck a pose, gloating over her lucky hit. He'd given her an opening, damn it, but that didn't mean he intended to let her string together cheap shots.

"I don't owe you any goddamn respect," Ivan spat, clenching his fists. "And my language is none of your concern."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them once more. Sierra might've gotten the upper hand for now, but Ivan vowed to regain control – and soon.

Watching her flutter her lashes with an infuriating smile, Ivan charged forward with a fierce snarl. "Ready or not, here comes a world of hurt!"

Swinging a wild haymaker at her face, Ivan aimed to connect with Sierra's jaw, knocking her senseless and sending her crashing to the mat in a heap.

[reini]

Sierra, genuinely and wholeheartedly confused by Ivan's animosity towards her, tilts her head.

"Haa? What's the matter with you bro? Let me have some fun! I'm trynna make you laugh!"

But Ivan seemingly doesn't take kindly to her excessively chatty and jovial personality, neither he would seem to be interested in her half-baked backstory she made up. And her attempts at being friendly fell flat, as Ivan lunged fist up towards her.

Sierra loves diverting people's expectations, and instead of dodging, which perhaps she would have managed either, instead she tilts one of her legs back, leans over, and puts up her hands hoping to stop the blow.

"I AM... EL MATADOR!!!"

She screams as loud as she can, psyching herself up for the upcoming punch. That decission, however, doesn't make much sense, as her frail arms are unable to do any job slowing down the incoming hit, let alone actually stoping it, as Ivan connects a perfect, clean hook to her jaw. Her eyes widening in shock and surprise, she lets out a dense grunt.

This time, however, recovering wouldn't be as easy and quick, as she fell on her knees forward, cowering under her enemy's frame.

[MR. Q]

Ivan felt Sierra's puny attempt to block his punch, barely registering the pathetic gesture as he unleashed his full force behind the blow. The satisfying crunch of bone meeting meat echoed through the arena as his fist connected with stunning accuracy.

Sierra's cry of pain was music to Ivan's ears as he watched her crumple to the mat, struggling to rise even after the crushing impact. Her earlier bravado seemed to vanish like smoke, replaced by pitiful groans and weak flailing.

"Fucking idiot," Ivan sighs, towering over her broken form. "Don't block next time."

Ivan reached down and seized Sierra's limp body, hauling her up with a grunt of effort. He swung her around violently, whipping her towards the nearest turnbuckle with a savage twist of his powerful arms.