L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ivan steps into the arena, his eyes scanning the crowd with a smirk. The cheers and jeers of the audience wash over him as he makes his way to the ring. His muscular body is on full display in his wrestling attire, a pair of tight shorts that leave little to the imagination. Ivan's bright red hair is it's usual mess, a few stray strands framing his face. His eyes gleam with a mischievous light as he climbs into the ring, bouncing on his toes with barely contained energy.

He turns to face the crowd, striking a pose and flexing his abs for the camera. The crowd goes wild, a mix of boos and cheers filling the air. Ivan laps it up, blowing kisses to the front row and winking at a particularly enthusiastic fan. He knows he's the bad boy of the ring, the heel that everyone loves to hate. And he plays up the role with relish.

The dark Phoenix would slowly walk up to the ring, slipping under the ropes as she adjusted her black cloth mask, her black leotard hugging her body as she got ready to have her first intergender match

"hello, Ivan"

Mandi would say, her bright red eyes examining him, Mandi seemingly scanning him as she prepared mentally for their fight

Ivan's eyes roam over Mandi's body appreciatively as she enters the ring, his gaze lingering on her curves before meeting her eyes. He smirks, a mischievous glint in his own eyes.

"Well well, if it isn't another little phoenix herself. Ready to play with fire, sweetheart?" He taunts, "I've heard you're sisters with another phoenix, wanna experience what happened to her with me too?"

The bell rings and the match commences.

Mandi would look up at Ivan, her red eyes giving him a piercing glare, Ivan could very much so tell that she was determined to win this, with Mandi pulling down her cloth mask and pulling the young man into an aggressive kiss, hugging him close as she surprised Ivan with said kiss

Ivan's eyes widen in surprise as Mandi pulls him into a passionate kiss, her lips pressing against his own. For a moment, he's caught off guard by the sudden intimate contact. But he quickly recovers, his hands coming up to grip her hips as he kisses her back just as fiercely.

He nips at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hands slide down to grab her ass, squeezing the firm globes as he grinds his hips against hers. Ivan can feel his cock starting to harden in his tight shorts, the fabric straining against his growing erection.

Breaking the kiss, Ivan smirks down at Mandi, his voice a low growl. "Mmm, not bad for a little phoenix. But don't think a kiss is gonna make me go easy on you."

With that, he suddenly lifts Mandi up and settles her in his arm as he holds her up by her buttocks. Ivan's hips nested between her thighs, his hard cock pressing against her core as he carries her. Without hesitation, he attacked her neck, giving it a loving bite for a hickey.

Mandi would end up wrapping around her opponent, arms and legs hugging Ivan as she caressed his face gently

"you must not know who I am, allow me to remind you throughout the course of our fight"


Mandi would say boisterously, wanting Ivan to know was confident she was gonna win this

Ivan chuckles at Mandi's words, amused by her confidence even as he continues to hold her up effortlessly. His strong arms support her weight easily as he stands in the ring with no effort.

"I should probably ask for your autograph after this," he teases, "but I think I'll settle with a souvenir after the match."

Then with a smirk, he drops her entire weight backwards, slamming her back straight to the canvas as he drops in sit-up Powerbomb.