A handicap streamer match "say hi to chat Ivan" (Ivan Ramirez vs Cara Citrus and IF)

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up once again being slammed onto the mat, coughing as she gasped for air, it was very clear that even though she entered a wrestling ring the poor girl wasn't at all prepared for what she was in for, IF stopping herself from jumping in, she knew that Ivan would attempt to do anything too dicey, but she was also waiting on the sidelines just to make sure her girlfriend was okay

[MR. Q]

Another slam brought Cara crashing down onto the mat, her body crumpling under the force of Ivan's dominant move. She coughed and wheezed, desperately seeking air as her chest heaved with ragged breaths.

Poor thing was completely out of her depth here, Ivan mused, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her struggle to regain her composure. He could almost feel the heat of IF's gaze boring into him, silently warning against any moves that might harm Cara irreparably.

But Ivan knew his limits, and this wasn't anywhere near crossing the line. If anything, this match was shaping up to be quite the show. He'd make sure Cara had a memorable debut, whether she liked it or not.

Seizing the opportunity, Ivan pounced, his arms snaking around Cara's slender throat in a tight, ruthless chokehold.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up pushing and shoving Ivan, grabbing on his arms, she was desperate to escape from Ivan's iron grip, as Ivan felt IF just in, the ring bouncing with each step before IF kicked Ivan's back in an attempt to let Cara escape and catch her breath, grabbing Cara hand and hoping that counted as a tag

[MR. Q]

Ivan gritted his teeth as Cara frantically shoved against his chest and clawed at his arms, trying desperately to break free from his chokehold. Her attempts were futile against his superior strength, but the sudden kick to his back made him stumble.

That's when he felt IF burst into the ring. Ivan's hold loosened instinctively as IF grabbed Cara's hand, attempting to yank her away.

Was that...a tag? Ivan blinked in surprise. He turned to the ref for confirmation.

[DarknessMaster]

The referee would end up looking slightly surprised as he looked at the two, Cara and IF kissing again as Cara ran over to the ropes and hopped out, the referee would end up giving the okay as IF stayed in the ring, getting into a defensive stance as she prepared for anything Ivan was planning, Ivan could immediately tell that IF was gonna give him a bit more trouble than the camgirl

[MR. Q]

"Okaaaaaaaay?"

Ivan's incredulous expression turned to a knowing smirk as he observed the tender moment between the lovers. It seemed the tag had been orchestrated for maximum dramatic effect. Even the referee wore a bewildered look, unsure how to react to the situation unfolding before him.

Well, this should prove interesting, Ivan thought, watching IF assume a defensive posture, ready to meet whatever challenges he threw her way. Unlike the novice Cara, IF was undoubtedly going to give him a far tougher fight.

Ivan lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of lightning-fast jabs aimed directly at IF's face to test her.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would end up slipping out of Ivan's fists way, clearly she was rather fast, with her attempting to kick Ivan forward in order to get him off balance, if successful she would jump on his back and attempt to apply a chokehold

[MR. Q]

With astonishing agility, IF sidestepped Ivan's attack, her quick reflexes allowing her to dodge the rapid fire of his punches. Before Ivan could recover from the missed shots, IF launched herself at his midsection.

Her foot caught him squarely, sending a ripple of force backward that knocked the wind from his lungs. As Ivan stumbled, IF seized the opening, vaulting onto his back and cinching her arm around his throat in a chokehold. Her legs hooked behind his, further restricting his movements.

It was a daring and effective maneuver that left Ivan struggling to breathe under her constricting grip.

Familiarity bred contempt, and Ivan's disdain for this kind tactics (if applied on him) only fueled his determination to assert dominance. He gripped her thighs tightly to keep her in place.

With a grunt of effort, Ivan drove towards the ring corner, backpedaling towards the turnbuckles to slam the clinging girl off him.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would grit her teeth as Ivan slammed her against the ring posts, after s few slams IF would relent, slumping down, sitting in the corner, attempting to get up with the help of the ropes, IF was rather vulnerable in this state and she knew it but the question is would Ivan be able to capitalize before she recovers

[MR. Q]

Ivan's blue eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he slammed IF against the cold metal rings, the force of the impact rattling her slender frame. Her pained gasp only fueled his aggression, and he delivered another brutal slam, this time with enough force to make the posts creak ominously.

As IF slumped against the corner, trying to catch her breath. She looked so vulnerable, leaning heavily on the ropes as she struggled to stand, her usually fierce gaze now dulled by pain and exhaustion.

Ivan moved, sending a flurry of blows on her midsection to soften her up.