Double Debut! First to 3 KOs Sauna Match! Yumi vs Zarya the Iron Soldier!

Yumi smiled a little as she was able to straddle the bigger Zarya but before she could even lean over to apply the breast smother, she cried out when she felt her opponent's strong arms wrap around her waist and squeeze. Yumi threw her head back as she pushed against Zarya's shoulders, her breasts bouncing up and down as she tried to push herself back while straddling the Russian.

"Agh! Ugh, l-let go!" Yumi cried in pain as she felt the Russian squeezing her body.

Zarya locked her right hand over her left wrist behind the little japanese wrestler, right at the small of her back, and *really* starting pouring on the pressure. Cords of muscle stood out beneath the russians skin, arms straining around her struggling opponent, glistening with sweat from the rising heat.

Unless Yumi managed to wriggle free a second time, Zarya would grit her teeth and try to tense her arms one last time, like an anaconda squeezing the life out of a struggling bird, looking to constrict until breathing was all but impossible, even without the thick, oppressively hot atmosphere of the sauna.

Yumi panted as she felt Zarya really squeezing her, feeling her strong biceps really dig into her tiny body. Yumi cried in pain as she tried to push back on Zarya's sweaty shoulders, her back and head arching backwards before flinging back and panting for air. Yumi's face was already bright red and the match had barely started. The heat was making her all dizzy, staring at the Russian with uneasy eyes. Her tongue hung out as she panted, like a poor puppy before whipping her head back when Zarya tightened the hug. Yumi would teetered back and forth in the hug before slumping on to Zarya's body, resting her head on Zarya's shoulders as she weakly pushed at Zarya's arms.

"L-L-Let me go," Yumi cried weakly as sweat dripped down from her hair, pawing at Zarya's arms.

Zarya chuckled, low in her throat, but there was no humor in it this time. Her sound was cold, despite the heat, and it cut like a knife all the more because of it. The sauna was an interesting novelty... at first, but it was getting less so by the minute, and soon the Russian was thinking of destroying her smaller opponent in order to escape it sooner.

"I think I'll take my first point, now." She stated, tone hard and matter of fact. Her right hand shifted from her wrist to her forearm, taking away all slack from the bear-hug whatsoever, heedless of the way her larger breasts mashed against Yumi's, her bikini top soaked through from moisture. Zarya drew a deep breath of humid air and then squeezed, looking to crush out what consciousness still remained in the Japanese girl and score the first point.

"N-N-Nooo!" Yumi whimpered in a weak voice as she felt Zarya shifting her arms around, feeling the bearhug tightening slightly before crying out in pain and tossing her entire body back when Zarya squeezed. Yumi's body writhed in pain as she gave it one last shot trying to push herself out by pushing on Zarya's shoulder as her head was completely thrown back, her mouth open with her tongue out panting and her eyes rolled up. After a few minutes of this, Yumi's hands would finally slip down Zarya's sweaty shoulders and fall limply to her sides, dangling in the air as she went limp in Zarya's hold. Sitting on her lap while her body would slump forward onto Yumi, Yumi's head resting on Zarya's shoulders with her eyes rolled up and tongue out, face bright red due to the heat.

There was no ref to make the official count, since the match was being taped, but Zarya could imagine some cute little graphic popping up, put there by the techs in post production and proclaiming the score 1-0 in favor of the Iron Soldier. One knock out closer to escaping the steam box and finding something else to do beside sweating her life out through her pores.

The Russian gave Yumi a final, unnecessary squeeze, just to make sure the girl wasn't playing possum, before turning her smaller rival around to face away from her. Then, with Yumi seated in her lap, laying back against the bigger woman, Zarya would snake out arm around the girls throat while the other reached for her left breast, looking to give her nipple a hard pinch through the soaked material to wake her up.

"Come on, Yumi. You have to be *awake* for me to get the next point."

Yumi let out an unconscious cry of pain as she twitched when Zarya gave her one last squeeze before going limp again. Yumi was like a ragdoll in Zarya's hands as she was turned around propped up on her lap as she sat up right on Zarya's lap before slumping back and resting on the Russian's body. Yumi panted with her tongue, the whites of her eyes showing in a very erotic manner before she let out a cry of pain and pleasure when she would be awoken again from Zarya twisting her nipple hard.

"O-Ow! W-Wha?" Yumi groaned as she tried to get up but felt Zarya's left arm keeping her down.

"Are you awake? Well.. close enough." The Russian growled under her breath, feeling increasingly irritable because of the heat, and that never did bode well for whomever she was fighting against. She gave Yumi's captive nipple another good twist just to be sure, noting with amusement the rather suggestive element to the girls pained cries.

"Careful, Yumi. Keep screaming like *that* and everyone in the promotion is going to think you *like* getting beaten." Zarya cruelly teased before releasing Yumi's nipple, her sweat slicked arm rising to join the other in twining around the girls head and neck. If Yumi didn't start struggling to escape, Zarya would waste no time locking in a classic sleeper-hold.

Yumi cried out one last time before Zarya let go of her nipple. Yumi sat up right, trying to get off of Zarya but before could get off, Zarya's arms had snaked around her neck and head and pulled her back down onto Zarya. Yumi cried as she moved her hands up and tried to pry Zarya's arm off her, panting again and her eyelids already drooping halfway down. She pawed desperately as she struggled to get away, completely drenched in sweat now as she was held so close to the huge Russian, her toes curled in and out as she panted and moaned. Her face was extremely red as she struggled to stay conscious.

"N-N-No, l-l-let me go. L-Let me go," Yumi begged as she weakly pawed at Zarya's sweaty arms, her hands simply just slipping down her bulging biceps. Eventually Yumi's arms would just slump down on her sides as her arms were too exhausted to pry anymore and she just sat on Zarya, struggling to keep herself conscious, staying awake by some miracle.

"Listen, I am about ready to get *out* of this hot box. That means I cannot let you go. I've two more points before I can collect my pay, cream-puff." The last word added just because Zarya knew it bothered her smaller opponent. Bullying tendencies aside, the russian was entirely truthful. She wanted out of the sauna, she wanted to collect her check from the head of the promotion for a sweat soaked days work, and that meant blotting out Yumi's consciousness a second time.

Zarya's arms slid tighter around Yumi's head and neck, attempting to push her forward into the hard forearm nestled beneath the girls chin, grinding it into the side of her neck that housed the carotid artery and steadily restrict the flow of blood to her brain. The temperature in the sauna was such that breathing took additional effort as well, and it certainly wouldn't help any attempt by Yumi to remain conscious.