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

[DarknessMaster]

IF could do nothing as her opponent hoisted her into the air, slamming her to the ground with a loud "crash" as she groaned in pain, as she writhed in Ivan's arms, attempting to escape so she could retaliate, panting as she could feel the pain slowly getting to her, her body refused to respond to her properly, she was Ivan's toy now

[MR. Q]

Ivan's cruel smile widened as IF lay groaning on the canvas, his dominant grip tightening around her delicate neck. With calculated ease, he hauled her form to her feet, forcing her upright and leaving her hanging precariously in his crushing hold. The crowd jeered and chanted his name as Ivan began to manhandle his broken prey once again.

A tentative hand groped IF's diminutive tit through her ruined costume, feeling how soft and vulnerable she had become under his unrelenting attack.

"Hmmm, tiny."

[DarknessMaster]

IF would groan in pain, Cara was practically shaking as she saw Ivan manhandling her girlfriend, to the point where the referee was concerned the poor girl was gonna flee the ring, it was blatantly obvious that Cara wasn't a fighter, all the while IF was still hanging precariously, moving a bit but not enough to loosen Ivan's grip

[MR. Q]

Ivan reveled in the helpless display before him, relishing the sight of IF dangling in his grasp, her movements as fluid as a ragdoll. The referee's concern only amped up his sadistic pleasure, knowing full well that this pathetic excuse for a fighter didn't stand a chance against his ruthless tactics.

With a swift tug, he ripped the flimsy fabric of IF's top, baring her tiny breasts to the raucous crowd. A cruel finger traced the curve of her nipple, eliciting a pitiful whine from his captive. This was just the beginning of IF's degradation...

[DarknessMaster]

IF would softly moan as she felt her nipple being played with, all she could do was weakly try to shove Ivan away as her body was in too much pain to fight back properly

[MR. Q]

Ivan chuckled darkly, reveling in the ineffectual attempts of his exhausted opponent to fend him off. He squeezed IF's breast roughly, twisting her sensitive nipple until she yelped in discomfort.

The crowd roared its approval at the display of dominance, egging Ivan on. With a brutal shove, he forced IF back against the ropes, pinning her there with his superior strength. Leering down at her, he licked his lips in anticipation of the next phase of her humiliation.

Ivan's hands darted down, deftly removing IF's remaining garments in a single fluid motion. He tossed the torn remnants aside with a smirk, exposing her dripping sex to his hungry gaze. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, inhaling deeply as her musky scent filled his nostrils.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he ran his tongue along her slick folds, savoring the sweet taste. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and lewd catcalls.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would finally retaliate by punching Ivan as hard as she could square in his stomach in an attempt to push him away, if successful she would immediately follow up by bouncing off the ropes to kick him with a powerful dropkick

[MR. Q]

Pain flashed across Ivan's features as IF's fist impacted his gut with stunning force. He stumbled backwards, momentarily reeling from the unexpected counterattack. However, his rugged physique allowed him to absorb the hit, and he quickly regained his footing.

Recoiling only gave IF an opening, as she sprang towards him and unleashed a vicious dropkick to his chest, sending him crashing to the mat. The ring shook from the force of her strike, the crowd gasping in awe of the sudden turnaround.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would end up capitalizing on this opportunity, attempting to do an elbow drop before Ivan could recover so that she could inflict some more damage hoping to slow him down

[MR. Q]

Sensing IF's intentions, Ivan rolled sharply to the side, narrowly evading the hurtling elbow drop. He quickly scrambled to his feet, determined not to underestimate his opponent despite her battered condition.

With a fierce growl, he barreled toward IF to catch her off-balance and to lock her in a brutal bear hug in order to squeeze the air from her lungs.