Ivan Komorov vs. Raiden: Hardcore match

Ivan could hear the audience's simpathy with Raiden when he smacked his head. Ivan was generaly bit stronger than his opponent and wasn't holding himself back, so this hits were probably bit more painfull than one from Raiden before.

Raiden looked quite week already and Ivan had some time to spare. He put one feet on opponents chest and flexed her arms to audience. Crowd wasn't too pleased and he got rewarded with some boo's. He expected this to happen and it did really bother him too much.

He finally put his boot of Raiden's chest and picked him up. He tried to put him over the shoulders in torture rack. He would grab him by the neck and leg and start bending his body on half.

Honestly, Raiden was just inches away from unconsciousness. If it wasn't for the fact that he was fighting to remain conscious with everything he had…well, he wouldn't be. But that just meant that he was ripe for the picking. So when Ivan put his foot on his chest and flexed, Raiden couldn't help but groan. He couldn't even roll away; the foot was just too powerful, and he was way too weak to fight him back. And that was something that Ivan noticed and moved to take advantage of, much quicker than Raiden had been hoping.

In moments, Raiden was lifted up like he weighed nothing and was forced into that torture rack. With a soft yell, Raiden found the tendrils of unconsciousness abating for the moment, only to be replaced by pain. And lots of it. He groaned and tried to shift, but that just made everything hurt all the more. He scrambled, moving to try and shift his free leg to kick against Ivan's bicep -- and he moved his arm, trying to put his hand in front of Ivan's face in order to try and reverse it, and instead accidentally moving to try and scratch Ivan's face.

Ivan didn't have too much problems with getting Raiden into his torture rack hold. He lift him up with ease and next second he was already packed on shoulders. He start bending opponents body on half and slowly turning around, to display him on every side; he knew that everyone in arena deserved to see how overpowering is Russian in this fight.

Ivan knew very well he can injure his opponent if he won't go bit easier on him, but someone has to be the victim. Injuring his opponents is one of easiest and best ways to strike fear to other competitors. Feeling no compasion, Ivan kept his opponent in same position and with every second that passed, he added more preasure on his body and spine.

Raiden couldn't help himself -- he let out a yell, practically bordering on a scream as Ivan cranked that hold in. Shit! He was hurting him so fucking bad! He squirmed in the giant Russian's grip, knowing that this would hurt him bad for a long while, if he could even get out of the ring by himself! He shifted in his grip, trying to get away.

He raised his arm and aimed it at Ivan's head, hoping it would be enough to make the man let him go. Because if Ivan kept him in that hold for a moment longer, Raiden knew he wouldn't be able to take it. He would have to tap out, or risk his back actually snapping in half and being put out of commission for months as he recovered, if he could even come back to wrestling afterwards!

Ivan kept bending opponents body; Raiden's screams was just filling his desire to even further push him. He wanted to finish it here and he knew there is no escape for Raiden. Even if he taps out there is noone to save him from his arms. Giving up or not, he'll end up in hospital. But than it happened; Ivan didn't pay too much attention to his opponent, which is why he received an sharp elbow strike right into his face.

He released Raiden and let him fall down on mat and covered his face with his hands. He looked toward Japanese guy and walked toward him. If he would still be laying down on canvas, Ivan would follow with few stomps on opponents chest.

It was just by a stroke of luck that Raiden ended up getting out of that torture rack. He slammed onto the mat with a sharp yelp, laying there completely hurt. He couldn't get up, he couldn't budge. He groaned loudly, trying to roll over and letting out another yell in pain. Shit, he couldn't even move -- he couldn't do anything. He was stuck here, while Ivan did what he wanted.

He yelped hoarsely at the stomps to his chest. "Stop…!" he cried out, still pretty hoarse. "I give! Jesus…I give!" he finally called out, just wanting this to end. "I…I give!"

Ivan heard him yelling to stop, but this never really actually stoped him from keep on torturing his victims. Referee quickly jumped infront of him and told him to back off. But Ivan had no problem lifting referee in air and throw him out of the ring, which of course was enough for him to deserve even more boos from the audience.

Ivan grined down to Raiden "It's just you and me now.". He stomped his chest once before steping sideways and put his feet on one of his arms. He shifted weight on standing leg and added more preasure on Raiden's arm.

He wasn't stopping. Why wasn't he stopping? Raiden watched dimly as the referee came to his rescue -- before the referee got tossed out of the ring, probably ending up knocking his head against something and passing out for a few moments. With that, his hopes of managing to get out of here in one piece was dashed. He looked up at Ivan with fear and dread in his eyes, trying to shift in order to roll over and crawl away from the imposing Russian standing above him.

But it was too late. Raiden yelped as he was stomped on again, keeping him from rolling over. But then the pressure began on his arm, and he yelled. When the pressure added more, he began to scream a bit. "Fuck! No! I give, I give, I give!!! Please!" he cried out, tears welling up in his eyes. It wasn't long before his arm let out a sickening SNAP, making him cry out once more. The paramedics, at least, weren't too far away, but they were waiting for Ivan to finish up -- no one wanted to get near the Russian brute.

Ivan didn't remove his leg even after hearing his arm breaking. He left him alone when paramedics arrived. He knew very well that they won't dare to get in ring, but he still lunged toward them to scare them off and force them to go even further away.

Once they got away, he walked back toward Raiden and grabed his hair to put him up back on feet. Facing him now, Ivan grabed Raiden's broken arm and walked around in order to start bending it behind his back. As audince proceed with even louder boos, Ivan began using more power with arm twisting.

The paramedics scattered for a moment, dropping the stretcher as Ivan lunged for them. Nope, no one was gonna mess with that guy; if Ivan wanted to break his back, the paramedics would just call it a day and try and fix Raiden up afterwards. Otherwise, who knows what would happen? Luckily, Raiden was too blinded by the pain Ivan was subjecting him to to realize the cowardice of the people coming to try and save him. His arm flopped on the canvas roughly as Ivan left him alone, and he thought that might be it. Maybe he could just…get away.

But no, Ivan had more things up his sleeve. He yelped as he was yanked to his feet by his hair. "Please…stop this…you won, why are you doing this?!" he pleaded. If he had more to say, it didn't matter; that was when Ivan bent his arm behind his back viciously, enough to make the broken bone break the skin -- and enough for Raiden to cry out once more, screaming in the pain. He'd never broken a bone before, and…Ivan didn't seem to want to give up. He tried to swing his leg back to kick at his legs, to try and get him to let go. But the blows, if they even managed to land, were weak.