A Rough Debut: The Black Cat (D) vs Ivan Ramirez

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The Black Cat was a tough cookie. She'd taken a lot of beatings, but the reason she got past those and won anyway were because of her willpower- and sometimes that wasn't enough.

It wasn't going to be enough here either. As Ivan hauled her to her feet, she put her hands up as if she was ready to fight again... which she wasn't. A small saving grace was that her opponent's lariat made contact with her arms first - but it didn't stop her from flying across the ring and landing hard on her back again as she groaned before trying to pull herself together and get up again.

[MR. Q]

Still riding the high of his dominant opening sequence, Ivan dashes forward with a burst of energy, determined to keep the pressure on. Spotting Onyx struggling to regain her footing, he seizes the opportunity, leaping high into the air to deliver a thunderous dropkick aimed squarely at her chest.

The crowd holds its breath as Ivan hurtles towards her, his momentum building with each passing second. Impact is inevitable, and judging by the sheer force of the kick, it's bound to leave Onyx reeling once more.

Running Dropkick

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[sexpistols]

Onyx has dealt with bigger hits before... still, that was ruthless. Even then, as Ivan leaps up and hurtles toward her with speed, she is awake enough to dodge an attack as predictable as that.

All it takes is her dropping to her butt, lying down and sticking her tongue out sensually as her opponent flies over her, hopefully crashing into something as painful as possible to grant her a little more time to bully him once he lands!

[MR. Q]

Time seems to stretch as Ivan launches himself towards Onyx, anticipating the satisfying thud of boot meeting flesh. But instead of the impact, he finds himself sailing past his opponent, the momentum carrying him harmlessly beyond the ropes and out onto the cold, hard arena floor.

Ivan lands awkwardly, his legs splayed out from under him as he crashes heavily to the unforgiving ground. Pain shoots up his arms and shoulders, momentarily leaving him stunned and dazed. The crowd lets out a collective gasp at the spectacle of the powerhouse wrestler taking such a clumsy tumble.

Shaking off the disorientation, Ivan stood up like he didn't just crash on the floor.

"You saw nothing." He told the rows before limping to the steps. His back hurt a little.

[sexpistols]

Wow. That worked a little better than Onyx had expected. Ivan goes crashing out of the ring and instead hits nothing but floor. A little smirk glides over her face as she flips to her feet and turns around to see the damage she had done. And surprisingly... it wasn't that much.

"Damn. You're a tank." Onyx teased, a sultry yet teasing voice lacing her words so even her compliment sounded like some sort of weirdly sexual insult. That was her kind of thing anyways. Even the crowd's gasp doesn't keep him down for long as he quickly limps back to the stairs with a slight pain in his back. There was still something to be made of this...

Acting casual, Onyx strolls back to the middle of the ring, awaiting Ivan to return to the ring as if she's about to play fair... but the minute he gets in, she'll lunge off one foot to throw a massive flying kick to his face, casual demeanor turned to deadly strike!

[MR. Q]

As Onyx turns back to the center of the ring, Ivan begins to climb up the steps, gritting his teeth against the soreness radiating from his lower back. The crowd can tell he took a nasty spill, but Ivan's gritting through it.

Just as Ivan regains his footing inside the ring, Onyx suddenly lunges forward, twisting her body in mid-air to unleash a thunderous flying kick aimed directly at his face!

Time seems to freeze as Ivan's eyes widen in alarm. In an amazing display of self-preservation, he bent his body backwards, further than he could imagine as the woman soared pass him and land on the mat with a thud from the botched move.

Seizing the momentary advantage, Ivan quickly spins around and grabs Onyx by the waist, his hands gripping her like steel bands. Before she can recover, he lifts her up effortlessly, his strength on full display as he tosses her over his shoulder and into the air.

With a mighty roar, Ivan slams Onyx down to the mat with a thunderous German suplex, her body folding like a ragdoll against the hard canvas. The impact sends shockwaves through the ring, causing the ropes to vibrate violently.

[sexpistols]

Unbelievable. There was no reason Ivan should be able to dodge a move that sudden, that speedy, that forceful... Onyx was supposed to be the one with cat-like reflexes here. Yet she was about to take a hell of a spill... and facing the ring corner with her eyes away from Ivan, she immediately knew she'd screwed up big-time.

Her opponent's firm hands on her waist, feel strangely warm and comforting, one might even say attractive, before she's lifted like a passenger on one of those Tower of Screams rides. She comes down just as fast, spine slamming against the mats as she arches her back and cries out in pain before going flat against the canvas, laying still after the heavy German suplex!

[MR. Q]

The moment Onyx lands with a crunch, Ivan moves swiftly to secure his advantage. He hooks both her legs and hoists her up once again, spinning around to drive her down to the mat with a second consecutive suplex!

The crowd erupts in cheers at the display of raw power as Ivan slams Onyx into the canvas again, her limp body bouncing ominously upon impact. Ivan follows through, grasping her legs and spinning her around in a huge swing!

As Ivan completes the full spin, he releases Onyx's legs and lets gravity do the rest. She crashes to the mat, her body rolling like a rag doll before coming to a halt with a loud thud. The crowd is on its feet, cheering wildly at the brutal display of strength.

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Ivan gives the Black Cat mere seconds to hit the floor before immediately hooking her legs again. As a middleweight... she's not the heaviest, and certainly not for one like Ivan who quickly suplexes the feisty feline and has her hitting the floor quickly again, resulting in less of a cry and more of a whimper this time!

And then the spin arrives... completing the damage. Onyx is disoriented completely, sad excuses for gasps and unintelligible words spilling out of her mouth until her legs are released and her back hits the floor for the third time in a row. This time, she lies completely limp, the only sign of life being that her dazed skull rolls with faint groans leaving her lips.

[MR. Q]

Ivan stands over his prone opponent, chest heaving with exertion as he gazes down at Onyx's battered form. A wicked smile spreads across his face as he surveys the damage he's inflicted upon her. Two suplexes in quick succession - surely that's more than enough to render the vaunted Black Cat helpless?

"What's the matter, kitten?" Ivan taunts, reaching down to grab a handful of her hair and yank her head up to look at him. "Looks like you've been thoroughly cat-fished by a street rat like me!"

With a cruel laugh, Ivan tightens his grip on Onyx's hair and drags her across the ring, her body scraping against the mat. He pulls her up to a standing position, using her hair as leverage to manhandle her like a rag doll.

Then, with a swift and brutal motion, Ivan slams Onyx's forehead directly into the padded turnbuckle!