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

First to 3 KOs Sauna Match!
Conditions: Both wrestlers will enter a sauna already set at a high temperature. In order to win, the wrestlers must knock out their opponent three time. No ref will be present so no DQs.





Yumi nervously entered the sauna she was instructed to. The moment she opened the door, she felt a blast of hot steam hit her face, making her immediately jump back and close the door. This was her first match in AFW and now she was in a KO match! Yumi took a deep breath and entered the sauna, already sweating just from walking in. Sitting down on the bench directly facing the door, Yumi nervously waited for her opponent to show.

The door swung open and a woman's statuesque outline appeared in the rising steam. The Iron Soldier stepped forward, hands propped on her hips in a stance that could only be described as arrogant. The steam thinned with the movement, revealing the imposing amazon fully, the bikini she wore clinging to every curve and a white towel slung carelessly around her shoulders. A light misting of perspiration was already forming on her skin from the intense heat of the sauna. It was certainly unlike any match location Zarya had ever fought in before, and as she waved the steam away to better see her opponent, she looked decidedly unimpressed.

"Oh,  I see what's going on here. " Zarya's voice was a rich, russian accented contralto, "They feed me a creampuff for my first match, to make me look good. Brings more interest for my next match. You know... when I fight a *real*opponent."

Yumi let out a squeal when the door to the sauna suddenly opened and out stepped in was a giant Amazon with huge muscles, her biceps and thighs looking thick, almost as thick as her head! This Amazon was easily almost an entire feet taller than her, and had a more intimidating aura around her. Once she heard what Zarya said, she flinched but gathered up her courage and got up to confront the bigger wrestler.

"I-I'm no creampuff! My name's Yumi and I won't lose that easily!" Yumi stammered as she confronted the Iron Soldier in the center of the sauna.

Zarya glanced the smaller girl over,  a faint,  though devious, grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"You're right,  Yumi. That was mean of me to say.  Let us start over. I'm Zarya. " She offered her hand in greeting. " May the better woman win."

It was a kind enough gesture, but one that was completely insincere. If Yumi actually accepted that offered hand,  Zarya would follow it by aiming a sudden kick for the girls belly. The amazon wasn't wearing boots in the heat of the sauna, but her bare foot wouldn't feel much softer if it connected.

Yumi had a nervous look when Zarya suddenly changed her attitude and offered a handshake. Yumi was hesitant in accepting but cautiously inched her hand over to Zarya's and shook hands. This isn't as bad as I thought, Yumi thought until Zarya pulled her in and kicked her belly with her barefoot. It was just a simple kick but Yumi's eyes widen and she coughed as she would stumble back and fall on her butt, sitting on the middle bench as she clutched her stomach. Coughing, Yumi was surprised how much power the Iron Soldier had and even just a simple kick had hurt so much!

"What were you saying, cream puff?" Zarya asked all too casually, as if she hadn't just punted Yumi in the stomach. The Iron Soldier merely shook her head as her smaller foe slumped back against the middle bench. Some wrestlers might have gone easier on Yumi,  realizing the promotion had set up a drastic mismatch. At the very least giving her a chance to catch her breath.  Unfortunately, Zarya Volkov wasn't inclined towards acts of charity or mercy...

Moving through the steam, Zarya climbed up the stair-like row of benches, taking a seat on the highest bench directly behind Yumi, so that shapely, muscular legs dangled on either side of the smaller girl. The amazon reached down to grab a fist full of Yumi's dark hair. If she succeeded, and unless Yumi managed to wriggle free, Zarya's powerful thighs would snap together around the japanese girls head and neck, seeking to trap her in a crushing head-scissor.

Yumi groaned as she clutched her stomach and felt dizzy, the heat of the sauna taking effect on her. She had never dealt well in hot places, and a sauna was the worst place she could ever be in! Yumi would whimper when she heard Zarya asking her what was wrong and continued to soothe her poor belly before attempting to sit right back up. But just as she placed both of her hands on the bench and sat up right, she would suddenly feel Zarya's powerful thighs on each side of her shoulder!

Yumi gasped but before she could do anything else, Zarya's thighs clamped down and started to squeeze her head and neck. Yumi tried to pry Zarya's thigh off as her back straightened. Gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes, Yumi grunted as she squirmed around while the Iron Soldier squeezed her little head, panting as the heat would aid in her dizziness. "N-No, let g-go!" Yumi cried as she struggled.

Zarya had fought and wrestled in just about every sort of arena or venue one could imagine, from the grimiest underground fighting rings, to professional arenas... not to mention the occasional street fight or barroom brawl. A sauna was unlike anything she'd experienced before, but one vital point occurred to the Russian the moment she stepped into the steam filled little room, economy of movement was key. Deal maximum damage with minimal effort.

It meant her current position was almost perfect, seated on the highest bench, Yumi's head trapped between her thick thighs, the sheer power in those legs forbidding escape. Keeping her own breathing controlled, Zarya let the oppressive heat and Yumi's own squirming do the work for her.

"You should beg for mercy, cream puff. I might even listen. " Soldier grinned, taunting the smaller girl into further tiring herself out. Not that saying *anything* would be easy with the steady pulse of her thighs, tensing, easing and the tightening again after a second or two.

Yumi winced when she heard Zarya's taunts and panted. The heat was clearly getting to her and making her more and more dizzy. Plus the pressure Zarya was squeezing at was practically crushing Yumi's head and neck. Yumi pawed and weakly slapped Zarya's thighs as she panted heavily, sweat dripping from her face down on her sweaty breasts. Yumi wriggled and squirmed and realized she might be able to slip out of Zarya's thighs due to how sweaty the two were so instead of trying to pry the Iron Soldier's legs apart, Yumi attempted to push herself down and slip out from beneath the Russian's thighs! If this worked, Yumi would turn around and attempt to climb on top of the Russian and apply a breast smother!

The russian amazon realized her mistake too late to actually do anything about it. In the sweltering mist of the sauna, sweat beading on her skin and trailing down her body in rivulents, she was quickly losing her grip. Zarya moved to change the hold to a better grip, Yumi managed to slip free!

A cunning opponent might have tried to fade back into the steam, use it to conceal their movements and take the bigger woman unawares. Yumi... on the other hand, decided to get even closer, practically climbing into Zarya's lap to attempt a beast smother.

"Are.... you.. crazy or just stupid? " Iron Soldiers voice emerged as an annoyed growl between her teeth, her well muscled, battle scarred arms rising to catch Yumi around the waist in a brutal bear hug! Unless the girl escaped the bigger woman would snake her arms about her tight just below her ribs.