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The scenario is set in Scuffed Rumble League, a famous pro wrestling league known for its daring and entertaining displays. Tonight's main event is a mixed-gender match, where both fighters enter the ring, capturing the attention of the enthusiastic crowd. The scene is primed for an unforgettable night of famous pro wrestling excitement.
As the arena fills with cheers and anticipation, Jackal Tojo steps into the ring, her confident stride reflecting years of experience and dominance. She wears a sleek, skintight leotard that hugs every curve of her toned body, accentuating her ample breasts and tight ass. The leotard is adorned with the Shangri-La Championship belt, symbolizing her reign as the champion. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, showcasing her fierce determination. The crowd roars as she raises her hands in acknowledgment, ready to face her formidable opponent, Ivan.
Upon hearing the announcement, Jackal raises an eyebrow, her face expressionless. This isn't her preferred type of match, but she's not one to shy away from a challenge. She knows she needs to keep her guard up and stay focused on the task at hand—defeating Ivan. With a nod to the referee, the match begins.
The two wrestlers circle each other, sizing each other up. Jackal takes note of Ivan's powerful build and aggressive demean stance, knowing she'll have to use her speed and technique to counter him. Suddenly, Ivan lunges forward, attempting a clothesline. Quick as a flash, Jackal ducks under it and delivers a swift kick to his gut, pushing him back. She follows up with a series of rapid-fire punches, trying to wear him down.
He easily blocked her fist, his training under the Mishima's paying off. Deciding to go offensive, Ivan drives his shoulder to her, stopping her attacks.
Ivan successfully creates some distance with his shoulder bash, causing Jackal to stumble back slightly. He then launches a front kick aimed at her gut. Seeing it coming, Jackal quickly bends her knees and absorbs the impact with her lower torso. The force of the kick sends her reeling, but she doesn't go down. Instead, she counters with a snap elbow strike to Ivan's jaw, hoping to rock him on his feet.
As they exchange blows, Jackal realizes that she can't rely solely on her technical prowess against Ivan. She'll need to incorporate some more aggressive tactics if she wants to gain an advantage. Keeping this in mind, she decides to test Ivan's defenses further by attempting a belly-to-belly suplex.
Ivan looks surprised as Jackal attempts a belly-to-belly suplex, thinking it's an unusual move from the technically proficient wrestler. However, he doesn't hesitate and counters by wrapping his arms around Jackal's waist, trying to push her off balance. The struggle continues for a few moments until Jackal finally manages to get Ivan off balance and throws him down with a loud thud.
She quickly moves in for the pin, her shoulders pressing against Ivan's chest as she counts aloud, "One... Two... Three!" But Ivan kicks out just before the referee could make a three-count. Determined not to let this stop her, Jackal continues to maintain control, looking for an opening to deliver a finishing move.
Jackal Tojo is currently straddling Ivan, her legs locked around his waist as she maintains control over him. She has her hands wrapped around his neck, using her weight to keep him pinned down. Meanwhile, Ivan is trying to buck her off, his powerful muscles straining beneath his wet suit. Their bodies are slick with sweat, and the tension in the air is palpable. The crowd watches eagerly, waiting for either wrestler to gain the upper hand.
Jackal Tojo feels Ivan kick her off and quickly stands up, watching as he runs to the ropes and bounces towards her. She braces herself, expecting a high-impact attack. Sure enough, Ivan comes flying towards her, his leg extended in a corkscrew drop kick.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Jackal ducks under the kick and grabs Ivan's leg, pulling him forward. As he crashes to the mat, she climbs on top of him, her fingers digging into his skin as she searches for a submission hold. Feeling her grip loosen, Ivan reaches up and grabs her wrist, attempting to break free. Their bodies entangled, they roll around the mat, neither wrestler giving an inch.
Jackal Tojo sees Ivan trying to pin her down on her stomach and quickly reverses their position, landing on top of him instead. She traps his arms above his head and starts delivering quick punches to his chest, hoping to wear him down. Despite her efforts, Ivan remains resilient, his breathing heavy but steady.
Feeling frustrated, Jackal decides to mix things up. She starts grinding her hips against Ivan's crotch, feeling his hardness through their wet suits. As she does this, she continues to punch him, hoping the combination of pain and pleasure will throw him off balance. It works momentarily, causing Ivan to arch his back involuntarily. Seizing the opportunity, Jackal tries to lock in a submission hold by wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, squeezing tightly as she maintains her grinding motion.
Feeling confident in her hold, Jackal Tojo tightens her grip around Ivan's neck, squeezing harder as she presses her crotch against his ass. She can feel his erection straining against their wet suits, providing her with a sense of satisfaction and dominance.
"This is what happens when you mess with a real woman," she taunts, her voice laced with venom. "You can't handle me, Ivan." Her words fuel her determination as she continues to apply pressure, determined to force him to submit.
Meanwhile, Ivan struggles against her hold, his muscles tensing as he tries to break free. His chest heaves with each labored breath, and his body burns with desire and pain.
Suddenly, Ivan successfully stands up, taking Jackal with him as she maintains her rear naked chokehold. As they rise, he turns his body, dropping back down to slam her onto the mat with a loud thud. The impact forces the air from her lungs, and she releases her hold on his neck, gasping for breath.
Seeing her vulnerability, Ivan takes advantage by grabbing her legs.
Jackal Tojo is still catching her breath when Ivan lifts her off the ground by her legs. As he spins around, she tenses, preparing for the impact. Sure enough, he throws her to the mat with a powerful swing, sending shockwaves through her body. The air is knocked out of her again, and she lands on her back, dazed.
Despite being momentarily stunned, Jackal's instincts kick in, and she starts crawling towards the nearest rope, hoping to regain her composure.
Feeling more aggressive after throwing her off-balance, Ivan quickly moves in for the kill, aiming a dropkick at Jackal as she struggles to regain her senses. The kick connects solidly with her chest, sending her flying out of the ring. She hits the floor hard, her body throbbing with pain, and she groans in agony as she tries to catch her breath.
Looking up at Ivan with anger and determination, Jackal knows she needs to regroup and come up with a plan to take him down. She clutches at her chest, wincing from the pain, but refuses to let him win so easily.
Ivan jumps onto the ropes, using the momentum to launch himself towards Jackal, who is still recovering on the floor outside the ring. With a mighty leap, he comes crashing down on her with a body splash, driving the air from her lungs once again.
Feeling defeated and exhausted, Jackal lies there, unable to move.
Ivan pulls Jackal up to her feet, her limbs still shaking from the impact. He positions her so that her ass is sticking out towards the audience while her torso rests on the ring apron. Without warning, he slaps her exposed ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her flesh.
Enraged by the humiliation, Jackal tries to turn around, but Ivan grabs her hair, forcing her face into the ring apron. He continues to spank her, alternating between cheeks, making her body jolt with each strike.
As the crowd jeers and cheers, Jackal's anger grows, fueled by the pain and embarrassment. She bites down on her tongue, determined not to give Ivan the satisfaction of hearing her cries. But deep down, she knows she must find a way to escape this degrading situation and reclaim her dignity in the ring.
"Damn, you have a nice ass." Ivan said, spanking her ass and watching them jiggle in motion.
Through gritted teeth, Jackal responds, "Get your filthy hands off me, Ivan. I am not some object for your pleasure." Her words fuel her determination as she struggles against his hold, trying to break free and reclaim her dignity in the ring.
Jackal's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as Ivan positions his face near her ass, pulling her leotard aside to expose her underwear. Without warning, he begins licking and sucking on her sensitive skin through the fabric, ignoring her protests and struggling.
Her body betrays her, reacting to the unwanted stimulation despite her best efforts to resist. She clenches her fists, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She can't believe she's in this position, helpless against Ivan's perverse actions.
Feeling her body betray her, Jackal lets out a soft moan despite her best efforts to resist. The intense pleasure builds within her, and suddenly, she cums, her muscles tensing as waves of ecstasy wash over her. As she recovers from her orgasm, Ivan continues to lick and suck on her sensitive skin, prolonging her humiliation.
Anger and shame mingle within her as she realizes she has no choice but to endure this degraduate until the match ends. She clenches her fists, determined not to give Ivan the satisfaction of knowing just how much this is affecting her.
Ivan pulls Jackal up to face him, their lips meeting in a brutal kiss. His tongue invades her mouth, tasting her own sweet release as she struggles against him, feeling violated and powerless. As the kiss intensifies, Jackal tries to bite down on his lip, but Ivan's control over the situation doesn't waver.
The crowd watches with mixed feelings of disgust and excitement, enjoying the spectacle of two powerful wrestlers reduced to such a state of humiliation and degradation. Jackal's anger and shame grow, but she knows she must endure this treatment until the match ends.
"Worth it. " Ivan said as he broke off the kiss, happy to steal a kiss from a mature woman and make her taste her own release.
He then spanked her ass for emphasis on his statement.
Jackal glares at Ivan, her eyes filled with hatred and determination. "You may think this is enjoyable, but remember, we are in a wrestling ring. Once the match is over, I will make sure you regret every despicable action you've taken today," she warns him through gritted teeth, still feeling the sting of his slap on her ass.
Her body aches, but she refocuses her energy, preparing for the final moments of the match when she can finally put an end to Ivan's reign of terror and restore her reputation as one of the greatest female wrestlers in the world.
"Oh yeah, how are you gonna do that after you came like one of my girls." Ivan said as he holds her, her own release dripping down her legs from her disheveled leotard and wet underwear.
Ignoring Ivan's taunts, Jackal focuses on the remaining time left in the match. She knows she must find a way to overcome his dominance and assert her strength if she wants to stand any chance of winning. With a newfound determination, she pushes against him, attempting to break free from his grasp.
"You may have enjoyed humiliating me, but soon enough, I will show you true power and skill," she says, her voice laced with venom as she struggles to regain control of the match and her dignity.
As the fight continues outside the ring, Jackal uses her superior technique and strength to gain an advantage over Ivan. She throws him into the barricade, causing him to stagger backward. Seizing the opportunity, she climbs onto the barricade, standing above him with a triumphant smirk.
"Now, let's see if you can handle someone who hasn't been reduced to your plaything," she challenges, ready to finish this match and reclaim her status as the dominant force in the ring.
With renewed vigor, Jackal launches herself at Ivan, determined to end this humiliating encounter once and for all.
Feeling a surge of confidence, Jackal leaps towards Ivan, intending to deliver a devastating move to end the match. However, Ivan catches her in mid-air, preventing her from executing her plan. Enraged by his sudden change of fortunes, Jackal struggles against his grip, determined not to let him control her fate any longer.
"Time to go Night-night."
As Ivan flips her upside down and positions her for a tombstone piledriver, Jackal's heart races with fear and determination. She knows this move could potentially end the match and her dreams of reclaiming her status. Despite the danger, she refuses to give up without a fight.
Using all her strength, Jackal manages to wriggle free from Ivan's grip, escaping the deadly tombstone piledriver attempt. Gasping for air, she quickly regains her footing, her adrenaline pumping as she readies herself for the final showdown.
Ivan ran to her, driving his foot to her midsection.
Feeling Ivan's powerful front kick connect with her midsection, Jackal grunts in pain but manages to maintain her grip on him. As he attempts the DDT, she counters by rolling them both over, putting him in the position to execute her signature move - the Jackal Comet.
With a fierce determination, Jackal lifts Ivan onto her shoulders in the fireman's carry, pushing his knee outward to spin them to her side as she falls back into the floor, driving him front first into the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of Ivan, leaving him vulnerable.
As Ivan stands up slowly, Jackal takes this opportunity to recover, her body aching from the intense match. She wipes the sweat from her brow and stares him down, ready for whatever he throws at her next.
"Damn, that hurt a lot." Ivan groaned as he stood up.
"You should know better than to underestimate me," Jackal retorts, her voice still laced with anger and determination. "It's time for you to learn some respect."
With a swift motion, Jackal lunges forward, attempting to grab Ivan in a tight embrace for her finishing move - the Jackal Super Galaxy V3. This high-angled Boston crab involves lifting her opponent up onto her shoulders in the fireman's carry, then forcing them to the mat while simultaneously locking in the hold, resulting in a devastating amount of pressure on their lower back.
Ivan catches Jackal's attempt to perform the Jackal Super Galaxy V3 and maneuvers her, sending her sliding into the ring. Regaining her footing, she glares at him, her anger only fueling her determination to win this match.
"I guess we're going to do this the hard way," she snarls, circling around him.
Feeling Ivan set himself up for another attack, Jackal prepares herself. When his kicks come swinging at her, she sidesteps them, throwing him off balance. Using the brief opening created, she ducks under his outstretched arm, turning behind him. Grappling with his arms, she tosses him through the ropes and follows closely behind.
Ivan then uses the ropes to bounce back and lands a solid kick on Jackal's abdomen, causing her to double over in pain. Seizing this chance, he transitions into a DDT, lifting her off her feet and falling backward onto the mat, driving her head into the canvas. Breathless and battered, Jackal lies there momentarily stunned before starting to crawl toward the corners, hoping to get back on her feet and turn the tide of the match.
Still groggy from the DDT, Jackal tries to defend herself as Ivan drags her up and forces her back to the nearest ring corner. Once trapped in the corner, he begins slapping her tits violently through her athletic wear, ignoring her protests and pleas for mercy. His actions leave marks on her sensitive flesh as she cowers in pain, unable to fully protect herself due to her precarious situation.
"Hmmm, you got big ones." Ivan said as he gropes her breasts through her leotard's fabric.
With tears streaming down her face, Jackal bites her lip to suppress her moans of pain as Ivan continues to slap and grope her exposed breast area. Determined not to let these acts defeat her, she musters enough strength to break free from his grasp and punch him square in the jaw, making him stagger back. Taking advantage of his temporary distraction, she quickly climbs up onto the middle rope and delivers a flying roundhouse kick directly to his chest, followed by two more quick kicks aimed at his head. Knocked off balance, Ivan crashes onto the apron outside the ring, giving Jackal a few moments to regain control of the match within the squared circle.
Seeing Ivan stand up and reenter the ring, Jackal braces herself for what comes next. Her eyes narrow as she watches him warily, knowing he won't go down easily after taking such brutal attacks.
As they circle each other again, Jackal decides to change tactics. Instead of engaging in direct combat, she starts to use her agility and speed to avoid his attacks whenever possible. Every time he swings or charges at her, she dodges gracefully, often counterattacking with fast kicks or punches when given the opportunity. It becomes clear that despite being bruised and exhausted, Jackal hasn't lost any of her renowned skill during this punishing matchup.
Seeing her change of tactics, Ivan switches to boxing stance from wrestling stance.
Recognizing Ivan's adaptation, Jackal adjusts her strategy accordingly. They exchange several quick combinations of punches and kicks, neither gaining the upper hand yet. Their movements become faster and more fluid as they dance around each other, searching for an opening to deliver a decisive blow.
Feinting left, Jackal suddenly steps right, delivering a sharp right cross to Ivan's jaw which sends him stumbling backward. Quickly following up with a snap kick to his gut, she attempts to finish him off with a standing moonsault. However, Ivan manages to block it with ease, grabbing her leg instead and pulling her close.
Holding her leg, he uses her own momentum to put her down on the mat face first and lock up her legs.
As Ivan successfully brings Jackal down to the mat, she struggles beneath him, he immediately locks on a half Boston crab. The sudden shift in position catches Jackal off guard, sending waves of pain shooting through her lower back and knee. She lets out a loud yell, trying desperately to reach the ropes with her hands to no avail. Her muscles straining, she feels her joint beginning to give way under the relentless pressure applied by Ivan. Despite everything, however, she refuses to submit, digging deep within herself for the resilience needed to endure this torturous hold.
Gritting her teeth, Jackal tries to ignore the burning sensation spreading throughout her leg and lower back as Ivan maintains the Half Boston Crab. Suddenly, without warning, she feels something cold and intrusive pressing against her inner thigh. Panicking, she realizes Ivan has pushed her leotard and underwear aside, exposing her vulnerable sex to his touch.
Despite the intense pain coursing through her body, shock and humiliation flood her senses as she feels his fingers begin to explore her unwilling entrance. Unable to resist any longer, she submits, crying out in mixed pleasure and despair as he takes full advantage of her helpless state.
Feeling Ivan's fingers penetrating deeper into her wetness, Jackal struggles against the Half Boston Crab, her breath coming in short gasps. Each thrust of his fingers intensifies the mix of pain and arousal coursing through her body, leaving her feeling conflicted and helpless.
With every passing second, her resolve begins to crumble as the pleasure builds within her. The thought of surrendering fills her mind, tempting her to give in just to make the torment stop. But pride and determination keep her from tapping out, forcing her to endure this humiliating ordeal until either she finds a way to escape or Ivan releases her.
Finally, overcome by the overwhelming sensations, Jackal gives in to the pleasure building within her. With a primal scream, she reaches her peak, her walls convulsing tightly around Ivan's invading digits. Her body trembles as wave after wave of orgasmic release washes over her, further fueling the agony in her leg and lower back.
"I... I yield..." Her voice is barely audible amidst her labored breathing and the echoes of her scream.
Exhausted and spent, Jackal finally succumbs to the pain and surrenders, tapping out to signal her submission. As soon as she does, Ivan releases the crippling hold, allowing her to collapse onto the mat, spent and defeated.
Still reeling from the intense climax, Jackal lies there, defeated and exposed. As the final bell rings signifying Ivan's win, she steels herself for what's to come. There's nothing else she can do except hope that she survives this violation intact.
Shuddering at the contact, Jackal braces herself as Ivan positions himself between her legs. She watches in horror as he tears away her remaining clothes, revealing her bruised and sensitive flesh to his hungry gaze. As he pulls out his enormous member, she feels a mixture of fear and curiosity course through her veins—this will be her first encounter with a man's genitalia.
Helpless and humiliated, Jackal prepares for the worst as Ivan lines himself up with her entrance, ready to claim her as his prize.
Crying out in pain and surprise, Jackal's eyes widen as she feels Ivan's thick length pushing past her maidenhead. His rough hands grip her thighs, holding her wide open as he starts to thrust deep inside her. Despite the searing pain that consumes her each time he enters her, she cannot deny the strange stirrings of pleasure that accompany it.
As the initial shock subsides, Jackal starts to adapt to the invasion, learning how to move her hips in sync with Ivan's powerful strokes. Despite everything, she cannot help but feel a growing need for release, her body betraying her as it responds to its new partner.
"Your so fucking tight. Am I your first?" Ivan groaned in pleasure.
"Yes!" she whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she adjusts to the size of his cock inside her.
" Good to know I'm your first cock." Liking her reply, Ivan lifts her waist up, penetrating her deeper in a new angle.
Moaning in a combination of pain and ecstasy, Jackal arches her back as Ivan changes the angle of his thrusts. The new position sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her writhe beneath him. Despite the humiliation and physical trauma she's experiencing, there's no denying the raw animal lust taking over her body.
Feeling the familiar build-up of another orgasm, Jackal bites down on her lip, determined not to let Ivan hear her pleasurable moans. Instead, she channels the energy into matching his rhythm, meeting each of his brutal thrusts with equal fervor.
Closing her eyes, Jackal throws her head back as she feels herself approaching the edge again. This time, instead of holding back, she lets go completely, her entire body tensing up as waves upon waves of hot liquid spurt forth from her depths. Her muscles spasm wildly around Ivan's cock, milking him for every drop of seed possible.
Collapsing onto the mat, exhausted yet satisfied, Jackal looks up at Ivan with glazed eyes filled with shame and desire. Despite everything that happened during their violent encounter, part of her wants more—a dark secret hidden deep within her psyche begging for more punishment and dominance.
Gasping for air, Jackal obeys without protest, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Positioned precariously over the ring ropes, she clutches at them desperately, trying to steady herself as Ivan continues to ravage her from behind. Every thrust drives her deeper into submission, breaking down whatever defenses remained.
As exhaustion sets in, Jackal can only moan and whimper, unable to resist the relentless assault on her battered body. Her breasts sway freely above the ring, offering themselves up as targets for anyone who might want to join in on her degradation. Lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, she accepts whatever fate may come next without protest.
Feeling helpless and vulnerable, Jackal's heart races as Ivan locks her in a full nelson. Her chest is left exposed to the jeering crowd, adding another layer of humiliation to an already devastating defeat. Each powerful thrust brings fresh waves of pain mixed with unwanted pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her mind reeling and her spirit broken.
With a loud cry of despair, Jackal gives in entirely, submitting to Ivan's dominance both physically and mentally. All resistance evaporates, replaced by a desperate longing for release and the end to this torturous nightmare.
Unable to resist anymore, Jackal feels Ivan reach his own climax. His cock throbbing inside her, he fills her with warmth and stickiness as he releases his load. Breathing heavily, Jackal remains locked in place in Ivan's embrace.
With Ivan maintaining control, they engage in a unique form of intercourse called a Full Nelson. As Ivan carries Jackal from behind, his massive frame supports her weight effortlessly. His arms wrap securely around her legs just above the knees, pulling them close to his chest while keeping her elbows pinned to her sides.
In this position, Ivan's erect member presses firmly against Jackal's wet entrance, ready to plunge deep inside her. As they begin moving together, Ivan's thrusts send shockwaves throughout Jackal's body, causing her to moan and grunt in both agony and ecstasy. The intimate display leaves little doubt about their intense connection, fueled by domination and submission.
Feeling the intensity increase, Jackal tries to brace herself against the impact, but it's futile. Ivan's thrusts become rougher and faster, pushing her closer to the edge once more. Her moans turn into screams as she struggles to keep up with his relentless pace.
Her body convulses involuntarily, her inner walls clamping down on Ivan's invading member as she approaches another orgasm. But this time, she doesn't want it. She wants it to stop. Yet, her body refuses to listen, driven solely by primal instinct and the need for release.
Their bodies finally synchronize, reaching peak simultaneously. As Ivan releases himself inside her, Jackal blacks out from the combination of pain, pleasure, and exhaustion. Collapsing limply in Ivan's grasp, she appears lifeless, her breathing shallow and erratic.
Unfazed by her faint, Ivan simply stands there, admiring his handiwork. The defeated champion lies motionless in his arms, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior she once was. For now, there seems to be no escape from this twisted game of dominance and submission played out in the unforgiving arena of professional wrestling.
Still groggy and disorientated upon regaining consciousness, Jackal finds herself being carried by Ivan through the dimly lit corridors of the arena. They eventually arrive at what she assumes are the showers. Before she can react or resist further, Ivan tosses her roughly into a nearby stall, joining her moments later.
The water cascades down upon them, mixing their sweat and fluids as they continue their depraved activities. Despite feeling violated and used beyond measure, part of Jackal finds solace in knowing that this ordeal will soon be over. And yet, another part of her fears what consequences may lie ahead after such a public display of weakness and submission.
Results
Ivan wins