Chikaze Satou Vs Ivan Ramirez
POW Hentai Submission Match
Winner by submission under hentai move only
The lights blaze down onto the ring as smoke billows around the entrance ramp. Ivan steps out, his red hair catching the spotlight as he struts forward with practiced confidence. His muscular frame is exposed in his usual attire of topless and shorts with fingerless gloves on. He shoulders rolled back as he approaches the ring. The crowd roars its familiar chorus, half cheering, half jeering the local heel who made a name for himself in LAW as a rookie Crusher.
Climbing on the ring and reaching his corner, Ivan leaned on the corner to relax for the upcoming match. His mind wandering back to the match rules. To think he would partake in a POW match once more. The last one was a few days ago and it was fun. Hope this one will be as amusing as the last.
With a smirk plastered on his face, he waited for his opponent to come with great anticipation.
She stood confidently behind the curtains hiding her from the crowd that was both cheering and booing for her opponent, Ivan Ramirez. From both his and the fans personal requests, she chose to wear her most loved bikini for this fight. As the announcer was hyping up the crowd for her entrance, she spent those remaining moments live streaming to her fans. But, after a bit, her time had come up and was forced to shut the live stream off and head off to the ring and show the crowd a fight they deserved.
The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed overhead. Suddenly, a sharp pulse of her theme song hit the speakers which were hanged all around the arena. This was followed by a roar from a small part of the audience watching, who knew her from her older promotions, as Chikaze burst through the curtains with noticeable effortless confidence. She sprinted down the entrance ramp, sliding beneath the bottom rope before springing instantly to the turnbuckle, arms spread wide as camera flashes lit the arena. Even though a huge part of the crowd had no idea who she was, her looks alone hyped them all up.
Ivan, her opponent, stood across the ring opposite of her and with no hesitation she lightly bounced on her feet, already searching for angles and openings before the bell was to be sounded. She also took her sweet ass time to analyse her opponent, checking him out from top to bottom. The smirk plastered on his face filed her up with the determination needed to delude her into thinking that it would be an easy fight. Months before the fight had even been announced she spat fire on twitter, talking shit about Ivan that she'd best him in a hentai match and that he'd be her bitch. Her manager almost died from a heart attack upon reading the numerous tweets available on her profile, ironically the first thing that pops up when a person searches her up. Nevertheless, even though people have been telling her otherwise, in her head she's absolutely ready for this fight and will be breaking some balls. She stretched her entire body as the referee explained the rules and the announcer hyped up the crowd.
Ivan watched with mild interest as his opponent made their entrance. When Chikaze burst through those curtains and immediately started showing off on the turnbuckle.
Cocky girl, he thought, watching her bounce around the ring like an excitable squirrel on 5 cups of coffee.
The red-haired Filipino leaned back against the ropes, arms crossed over his bare chest as the crowd continued to roar. His eyes tracked her movement as she too did the same, studying him like a predator sizing up prey. Ivan didn't mind, let her look. Let her get comfortable. That's exactly what he wanted.
In truth, Ivan has zero idea of the media coverage of this match. Twitter? What's that, some kind of bird?
When the referee stepped between them and began explaining the rules, Ivan's expression remained relaxed, almost bored even. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the ropes as he listened half-heartedly. Hentai match. Submission only. No pinfalls. First one to make someone tap loses.
The moment the bell rang, Ivan pushed off the ropes and moved to meet her head on. Arms raised in a boxer's guard.
The second the bell rang, she dropped from the turnbuckle with a flip—thwip!—landing light on her feet like a cat. As he pushed off the ropes and moved to meet her head on, she launched forward (not with brute force but explosive speed) and tried to deliver a sharp dropkick straight to Ivan's chest. If it had connected, it probably wouldn't be enough to knock him down, but hard enough to rattle his ribs a bit and hopefully send him stumbling back into the ropes.
Ivan's eyes widened slightly as Chikaze came at him with surprising speed and ferocity. He barely managed to sidestep the dropkick, feeling the rush of adrenaline starting to ignite his blood. The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps as the match commence in an explosive start.
"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, caught off guard by how quickly she moved.
He shifted his weight, rolling under the momentum of her missed drop kick and coming back around with a quick jab aimed right at her midsection. His boxing training kicked in automatically, short, controlled movements designed to test her defense. The jab was followed with right cross to the jaw upon successful hit on the initial jab.
The first jab tagged her right in the stomach. Her breath whoosed out of her, eyes flashing wide for a split second there. Not from the pain, but from the fact that she didn't expect him to be this quick on his feet. Or that he could throw punches like a damn street fighter. Her fault for not researching beforehand.
Nevertheless, she didn't stumble back. No retreat. She twisted with the second cross coming at her jaw, barely avoiding it by ducking low, one hand slapping the mat as she thankfully sprung into action again. A quick cartwheel, and suddenly she was behind him. And before Ivan could fully turn around—WHAM! A spinning elbow drop came crashing down, sharp and fast across his shoulder. Then she'd try and do a springboard missile kick, leg extended like a whip towards Ivan's temple.
Ivan felt the impact of the elbow crash against his shoulder blade like a hammer, sending sharp pain radiating down his arm. "Fuck!" he hissed, his body jerking sideways from the blow. Before he could fully recover, she was already airborne again.
The double kicks slammed into his chest next, driving the air from his lungs in a harsh grunt. His legs buckled slightly under the force, and he stumbled backward, catching himself against the ropes. His heart pounded in his ears now, adrenaline spiking.
"Alright, alright," he growled to himself, shaking out his shoulder and rolling his neck. His smirk was gone now, replaced with competitive fire. "You're faster than I thought."
He crouched low as she landed, waiting for her to come at him again. This time, instead of trying to counter-punch, he feinted left, then exploded forward with a clothesline intended to catch her off-guard and drive her into the canvas.
