Ivan gives Sierra a warm welcome to LAW

[reini]

As the dizziness started to fade, the blond haired rookie started to feel her forearms and jawline aching.
As Ivan swings Sierra through the air like a ragdoll, her tiny body flails helplessly, her arms and legs completely useless up-close, with an enemy so much stronger and more composed than her.

"Waaaaaait—!"

Squeaks Sierra, her voice high-pitched and full of regret, but the words barely manage to come out before—WHAM!—she crashes into the turnbuckle back-first, her whole body bouncing like a pinball from the impact. She lifts a shaky hand, before letting out a meek, pitiful moan.

Her head droops forward, resting against the turnbuckle as she writhes in pain

[MR. Q]

Ivan released Sierra's battered body as it slammed into the turnbuckle with a resounding thud. He watched impassively as she crumpled to the ground, moaning pathetically in agony.

Seizing his opportunity, Ivan sprinted across the ring and launched himself onto Sierra's prone form. His leg whipped upwards, aiming squarely for her temple as he delivered a vicious kick meant to crush her.

[reini]

Unable to recover from the shock of being slammed over the turnbuckle, Sierra slides on the floor like a ragdoll, and passively takes the kick right in the head.

A scream so high it could make glass shatter echoed through the ring, right after Ivan's foot made crushing impact with her empty dome. Right after that, she rolled to the side and curved into a ball, and started whimpering.

"I give, I give, please!"

The blond girl's high voice combined with crying made her sound like a dying piglet.

[MR. Q]

Ivan stood over Sierra's curled-up form, listening to her high-pitched whimpers of defeat. A satisfied smirk twisted his lips as he surveyed the damage done.

"Well, aren't you a cute little worm when you're scared shitless," he sneered, turning to saunter back to his corner.

Letting the referee, Ivan kept his gaze fixed on Sierra, silently daring her to rise again and continue their brutal match. Only when the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, did he drop to sit on the ropes, catching his breath.

The thrill of dominating an opponent still pumped through his veins, and he knew this wasn't the last round he'd get to enjoy tormenting Sierra. For now, he contented himself with a smug grin, confident that he held the upper hand.

He then went back to his corner.

[reini]

Sierra stood up wobbling on her feet, her lips pursed in a little pout. With one hand, she gently rubbed her temple, and with the other, she pointed at Ivan

"Okay, okay... so maybe that was a little rough," she admitted

"Ahh, I didn't expect you guys are gonna be this rough..." she facepalmed a few times, trying to get the headache to go away. Finally, she clapped her cheeks with both hands, puffed out her chest, and shook off the daze with a big exhale. And just like that Sierra’s bright grin returned, and her feet started bouncing on the mat, already gearing up for her next move.

"Now I'm gonna be smarter about it! Come at me mr mean, I can take you!"

[MR. Q]

Ivan raised an eyebrow at Sierra's sudden display of resilience, his initial amusement giving way to suspicion. She was playing dumb, pretending to be shaken by his brutal tactics when in reality, she was likely just biding her time, plotting her next move.

"Save it, sweetheart," Ivan drawled, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. "We're far from over here."

He shot her a cocky wink, challenging her to bring her A-game. "Come on then, show me what you've got. Try not to break too easily this time."

Leaning back against the ropes, Ivan crossed his arms over his chest, a devilish glint in his eye as he waited for Sierra to make her next play. He was ready to crush her spirit once more, to prove that she was no match for his ruthless brand of wrestling. Bring it on, he thought with a smirk. He'd enjoy every minute of breaking her.

[reini]

Sierra pumps her fist into the air, yelling:

"Alright! Prepare, you brute! I'll show you what girlpower can do!"

She lunged in Ivan's direction but, as dim-witted as she can be, even animals have self preservation instincs, and so does she. Since last time she's gotten herself a pretty brutal beating, this time she needs to lean onto something that is not her strong side - outsmarting her enemy.

She decided to give her best shot at baiting Ivan. She rushed straight forward, leaning her arm back as if preparing for an elbow hit, but then she jumped, "sidestepping" Ivan. She hopes Ivan will overcommit, giving her an opening for a low dropkick

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes narrowed as Sierra came charging towards him, feigning an elbow strike. He anticipated her usual clumsy approach, ready to counter with ease.

But Sierra surprised him by leaping sideways, attempting to sidestep him. Ivan instinctively lunged forward, trying to cut off her escape route. However, his momentum carried him past Sierra's actual position, allowing her to execute a low dropkick that connected with the back of his knee.

A grunt escaped Ivan's lips as the sudden impact sent a jolt of pain up his leg. His balance faltered, forcing him to stumble forward to maintain his equilibrium.

"Fucking hell, you sneaky little—"

[reini]

Feeling a chance to follow up on her surprisingly rough enemy, Sierra launches herself into the air, her legs snapping up and around his head as she hooks her thighs tight around his neck.

"Hurraaah!" she yells, and twists her hips sharply, using her whole body to swing him forward in a Hurricanrana

[MR. Q]

As Sierra wrapped her legs around Ivan's neck in a tight headlock, his first instinct was to try and rip her off or shake her loose. However, her grip proved nearly impossible to escape. When she slammed her body into motion, Ivan felt a jarring crash against the mat, his entire back taking the force of their impromptu takedown.

Stars exploded across his vision as Ivan's head snapped back from the impact of their combined weights colliding on the canvas. When the fog lifted, he was left dazed and reeling from the move.