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

Yumi grit her teeth as her eyes winced when she heard what her opponent said. Yumi didn't even have the energy to respond nor the mind to do it as the sauna was completely spinning around her. She would try to utter out a grunt of compliant but her eyes widen and her pupils dilated when she suddenly felt herself be pushed forward, and her opponent's strong biceps dug deeper into her throat. Yumi made gurgling sounds as her toes curled up and her hands strained before her eyes rolled up and her body went limp again, her head lulling around in Zarya's arms with her tongue sticking out as she sat in Zarya's lap like a child.

"That's two." Once again the imagined image of the score-card graphic arose in her mind. She chuckled to herself and then paused, wondering if the heat was finally really getting to her. It was time to end this match, for what it was worth, and Zarya thought to do so in dramatic fashion. She reached for the towel that had fallen from her shoulders earlier and used it to mop the sweat and condensation from her face with one hand. With the other she sought to awaken Yumi in the same embarrassing manner as before, though this time she cupped the girls whole breast in her palm, squeezing, pinching her nipple sharply between two fingers.

Yumi moaned when Zarya moved to her breasts and squeezed her nipples roughly, Yumi's eyes would finally roll back and would dart around as she felt her nipples being pinched. Yumi's face was completely red and she panted heavily, sitting on Zarya's lap, sluggishly moving her hand to try and stop Zarya.

"S-Stop," Yumi groaned as some drool rolled down the corner of her mouth, mixing in with her sweat.

"You keep saying that, like I will listen to you." Zarya patted Yumi, patronizingly, atop the head. "It is almost over, little one. Pray we never meet in the ring. I won't be so nice, next time. You were a nice toy.. but I'm done playing with you."

As the russian spoke her voice grew increasingly stern, melting from an almost gentle tone to something as uncompromising as steel. It was exactly as Zarya had said when the match began. Yumi was only a sacrifice, a mismatched opponent to drum up interest for a *real* fight, and no doubt plenty of fans would be chomping at the bit to see the Russian take on all comers after she'd bullied Yumi the entire match.

Zarya ran out the towel and twisted it until it more resembled a length of pale rope. Yumi had a chance to slip away, then, if she could gather her wits fast enough. If not, the Iron Soldier would attempt to cruelly loop it around her throat and pull backwards were all her considerable strength, one end of the towel held in each fist.

Yumi whimpered when she heard what Zarya said and attempted to get off of Zarya once again before she let out a weak scream when Zarya wrapped her towels around her neck and started tightening the towel. Yumi's eyes widen again as her mouth stayed in an O-shape as she moved her hands up and tried to pry the towel off. Gagging and gurgling, Yumi moved one of her hands back to try pat at Zarya's face as she tossed her head back to look into Zarya's face with tear filled eyes, pupils dilated and tongue sticking out as she panted for air.

"N-No...p-please...," Yumi pawed and patted at Zarya's limbs, her feet wriggling around as she attempted to get away but couldn't. Her eyes were starting to roll back, her face entirely red now, desperately clawing at the air for nothing. "D-Don't. P-Please, a-a-air," Yumi begged her eyes completely rolled back now before her arms fell down to her sides as she pissed herself slightly from being choked out, nipples poking through her thin bikini top as sweat dripped down her body. Panting, Yumi's tongue unconsciously lapped in the air, twitching on top of the big sexy Amazon, twitching as she was reduced to a drooling mess.

It was so annoying when they started twitching. Hard to tell if her opponent was all the way out or not. Zarya yanked back violently on the makeshift garrote one last time, just to make sure, before releasing her grip. The Russian wiped at her face with a hand, eyes shifting towards the doorway, her thoughts already lingering on how wonderful the cooler air outside was going to feel when it hit her skin. She patted Yumi's cheek to see if the girl stirred, then shrugged, "Three to nothing. Looks like I win."

She stood, lifting a limp Yumi into her arms as she made her way down the benches to the floor. There, in the center of the small room, she dumped the japanese wrestler like a sack of potatoes. Let the officials, and the medics, come and deal with the loser. Dropping the towel atop the smaller girls unconscious form Zarya didn't spare a single thought further for her, stepping over Yumi on her way to the exit.