KO Apartment Debut POW Match! Komachi Hiroshima vs Zarya the Iron Soldier

Komachi has dealt with thousands of sleepers in her career, several on the same output as Zarya's right now. But that didn't meant that Komachi handled well. Sure she was able to hold on to a tiny shred of consciousness by some miracle during her 'tour' around Zarya's home. Honestly by the time they reached Zarya's bedroom, Komachi's arms were simply clinging on to Zarya's biceps and her legs weakly kicked in the air.

Once they returned back to living room, Komachi would once again show some sort of resistance when she felt Zarya loosening the hold slightly, squirming in the air. When she heard Zarya ask if she was ready to apologize, Komachi uttered while wheezing, "F-Fucking c-cunt." That was before Zarya suddenly put all her strength back into the sleeper hold, ready to pop her head off! Komachi's eyes would roll up again, her teeth clenched and drool coming out her mouth as her entire tensed up, her arms desperately clawing again and her legs kicking wildly before she passed out. Her eyes completely rolled back, her arms drooped down and her legs swung gently in the air, her tongue sticking out her mouth as she hung in the air, twitching in Zarya's arms.

She was slow to release the hold, even when Komachi had been reduced to a twitching, drooling mess in her arms. It served the bitch right for insulting a fighter in her own home! Unfortunately for her, Zarya was far from done being vindictive. She dropped Komachi in front of her couch, taking the time to arrange the girl so that Komachi was face down on the carpet, on her knees with her ass in the air.

A humiliating pose, made all the moreso when Zarya actually sat down on the couch and used Komachi as a footrest. She even turned on the news as she waited for the unconscious girl to stir. "I think I found your real calling, cream puff. Much better footrest then wrestler."

Komachi was like a ragdoll in Zarya's arms, silent and twitching every moment or so until the Russian let her go and folded her up into a face-down ass-up position. Komachi would be drooling all over the floor, her tongue and arms at her sides as she was completely unconscious while Zarya used her as a foot rest.

Zarya felt quite pleased with herself and the humiliating circumstance she'd set up for Komachi. At least she *was* pleased until she noticed the mouthy Japanese girl drooling all over the floor.

"Damn it!" She yelled and settled into a grumbling litany of swearing that flipped from English to Russian with little rhythm or reason. This was one of the reasons it was never wise to beat people up in ones own living-room. She'd be having the carpet cleaned tomorrow for certain.

Well, since the match wasn't officially over, Zarya thought Komachi had enjoyed a long enough break from the action. She climbed down onto the floor, settling behind Komachi, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her into a seated position. The Iron Soldier would then loop her right arm around the smaller girls neck, beneath the chin, and pull her back into a seated Dragon-sleeper hold. The Russian didn't lock it in fully just yet. Instead she reached for Komachi's belly to lay into her with a single hard punch, trying to wake her up.

Komachi was completely out of it. Her limp body would just flop onto Zarya's lap as she was forced to sit on it. Her body arching back, her huge breasts puffed out, moving up and down as she breathed, Komachi did nothing until finally letting out a loud groan of pain when Zarya punched her in her stomach. Coughing and gasping for air, colour started to return to Komachi's eyes but she was completely dazed.

"W-Where am I?" Komachi groaned as she started to regain her conscious before realizing the position she was in, "HEY! What the fuck? Let me go you fucking bitch!"

"Stupid girl. Still haven't learned to treat your betters with respect." Her voice had taken on that cold, threatening quality that was even more frightening then when she was outright screaming at someone. Zarya adjusted herself so that Komachi's throat was nestled tightly beneath her arm, cords of muscle standing out against her skin as she flexed, slowly applying more leverage to the dragon sleeper. It was one of her favorite holds, the way it left her opponents body free to writhe and flail as she crushed them into submission. Those flailing limbs might make trouble in a stronger opponent, but Zarya had no fear, or even the slightest bit of respect, for the delusional loud mouth in her grasp.

"Fuck y-ACK!" Komachi was about to insult Zarya once again before the Russian tightened her arm around her neck and started to apply pressure to the dragon-sleeper, forcing her back to arc more and her breasts to bounce a little. Komachi would flail her free arm around, weakly smacking Zarya's other arm as she squirmed around on Zarya's lap, gasping and wheezing for air.

"L-Let me g-go you *gasp* bitch!" Komachi uttered as she struggled to breath with Zarya's bulging muscle restricting around her neck.

"You're a wrestler, aren't you? Make me, if you can!" Zarya laughed, though there was no humor in it, the sound cruel and mocking. The Russian didn't even bother trying to trap Komachi's flailing arm, instead reaching forward to aim another pair of punches to the girls belly, trying to force some more precious air from her lungs. As she did so, their breasts actually touched, Zarya's right breast actually pressing atop and mashing against Komachi's own. She grit her teeth, putting a bit more effort into it as she wrenched back on the hold, forcing the Japanese girls back to arch further as she squeezed.

Komachi choked as she couldn't reply to Zarya as she felt her stomach assaulted with two powerful punches, almost knocking Komachi out, with the combination of the ever painfully increasing dragon sleeper. Komachi's face would once again start turning red once again, her eyes rolling up. She would feel Zarya's right breast pushed up against her own, causing Komachi to blush harder. Not due to embarrassment, but due to frustration as this was the exact same position she had lost in in her very first match! Komachi grit her teeth and continued to weakly slap Zarya's arm but after a few minutes, Komachi's eyes rolled all the way up again, her tongue sticking out as tears and drool rolled down her face, her entire body twitching.

Zarya was slow to let go of a grudge once someone managed to offend her... and it was very easy to draw the ire of the amazonian woman. She could have eased up on the hold as she felt the last sparks of resistance fade from Komachi's body. Instead of mercy, she leaned back and wrenched the dragon-sleeper in deep, refusing to let it go even when she thought the Japanese girl had passed out again.

"Is that it, smart ass? Nothing else to say? Pathetic!" She growled under her breath.