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

Komachi:

Komachi stopped right in front of the apartment door the slip of paper she got. Her first match and a private one? How outrageous! How was she supposed to show everyone she is the best the ever was if there isn't a damn audience!? Komachi frowned and stomped her foot in front of the door before knocking hard on it. Guess she was going to have to take her anger out on the bitch she was going to fuck up tonight!

Zarya:

Zarya wasn't entirely pleased when she learned her latest match was going to be an apartment match. The promotion was always trying to put a new spin on the standard matches, it seemed. Of course, she cheered up quickly enough upon realizing that she wouldn't have to waste time and money actually traveling down the arena for once!

Clad in her usual wrestling gear, the red bikini that served to show off her curves as well as every plane of hard muscle, the Iron Soldier opened the door to her apartment, eyes narrowing at once, looking her opponent up and down. "So, you are that new girl who just joined? Come in." It had the note of an order, rather then a friendly request, as Zarya stepped aside to let Komachi into her large but sparsely decorated apartment.

Once the door opened, Komachi was greeted by a giant. But she didn't scared, she was more pissed off at how long the woman took. "Oh my god! Finally, for fucks sake, could you have been anymore slower opening the door?" Komachi exclaimed as she walked past the woman and looked at her apartment, "Wow! What a dump! This apartment looks as bad as you!"

Komachi let out an unimpressed yawn with her back turned to the giant woman before putting her hands on her hips. "So are we getting on with this or what?" Komachi asked, still having her back turned to the Russian.

Zarya grit her teeth almost as soon as Komachi started running her big mouth. Something about the girls attitude grated on the russians nerves all by itself, let alone the sheer arrogance of what was actually said! The Iron Soldier watched, anger sparking in her eyes as Komachi sauntered past and had the gall to insult both her apartment and her appearance in the same breath! The bigger woman casually kicked the door shut behind them with the heel of her boot and reached back to lock the door.

"Maybe you just need a closer look." She spoke in a voice like iced steel, closing the distance between them and moving to wrap her muscular arms around Komachi's head and throat before the smaller girl even had a chance to turn around! Zarya wasn't great on fairness at the best of times and this brat had just made the dangerous mistake of insulting the russian in her own home!

"Hah! I beat you wish tha-AGH!" Komachi said obnoxiously before she was caught off midway into her sentence when Zarya's large, muscular arms suddenly wrapped around her head and started squeezing! Komachi's eyes widen as she let out a pained cried when she suddenly felt her head being completely crushed. Komachi felt as if Zarya's arms were going to squish her head like a grape, and their match hadn't even started yet!

"Wha-ACK-a-are you *gasp* doing bitch!?" Komachi gasped as she immediately moved her arms up and clawed at Zarya's bigger arms, trying to pry them off her head.

"The match just started! Didn't you hear the bell?" Zarya said, her accent all the more apparent when she was angry, and Komachi had managed to bring the Russian from calm to furious in record time. She started to tighten her grip, aiming to crush her bicep around the red-heads neck like an anaconda squeezing the resistance out of it's next meal.

To make matters worse, if Komachi couldn't get free, Zarya would lean backwards so that her superior height would slowly lifted the smaller girl upwards, forcing her to balance on the very tips of her toes. "I think my place has it's own special charm, don't you? I know! I will give you a guided tour." She almost sounded companionable expect for the cold and dangerous edge to her voice.

Komachi's eyes were wide and rolling back, teeth grit and already her face was turning red. Zarya's crushing might was taking a toll on Komachi in record time but making it worse, Zarya straightened herself and bent backwards, forcing Komachi up in the air a little, having to stay on her tippy toes to remain connected to the ground.

Komachi flashed Zarya a furious glare but it quickly faded away as she felt Zarya's biceps slowly mushing her head, constricting and crushing it. With her cheeks smooch up together, causing her lips to make a duck face, Komachi utter in gasps of breath, "Fucking *wheeze* bitch!"

Zarya actually blinked , taken aback by Komachi's defiance. Was the girl insane? Or perhaps she was so arrogant and delusional she actually believed she could somehow turn the situation around? The bigger woman decided she was going to have to teach this red-head a stern lesson in humility! She'd start this lesson, if Komachi couldn't counter, by leaning back further and using her full, imposing height to yank the smaller girl right off the floor, keeping the sleeper-hold locked in all the while.

The Iron Soldier would casually watch through her apartment like this, if she could, stopping in the living room and making Komachi face the impressive flat screen television anchored to the wall. "Look at that. Eighty inch, 4k HD, the works! This is what *successful* wrestlers can afford. Not worthless losers like you." She said, tightening her grip for emphasis.

Komachi gasped and wheezed for air, she started to actually drool as she struggled to breath. Feeling Zarya bend forward suddenly, Komachi would believe this was her chance to slip free but that was only her delusions. Zarya would suddenly throw herself backwards, bringing Komachi completely off the floor and dangling in the air as she kicked her legs, her tongue sticking out and gasping for air. Komachi's eyes widen even more, her pupils dilating as she clawed at Zarya's biceps furiously. She could barely think, much less hear Zarya as she taunted her while walking around her home.

The russian continued the 'tour', speaking all the while in a casual manner. Casual except for the malice lurking just beneath the surface, and that ever present grin that suggested Zarya was actively enjoying making Komachi suffer for her words. She walked through the apartment, showing off the small but functional kitchen, the weight room where Soldier stored all her exercise equipment and the bedroom. She felt the light sting of Komachi's fingernails raking her arms, but ignored it, tightening the sleeper and then easing up again 'just' when it seemed the red-heads body would finally just give out completely.

She returned to the living room again, having practically dragged Komachi through the apartment once. "Well, girl? You ready to apologize for what you said before?" It wasn't a question meant to be answered, and Zarya wasn't in a forgiving mood. She clenched her grip one final time, tightening the sleeper and lifting Komachi off the floor at the same time, as if trying to pop her head off like a grape. The result, if the girl couldn't get free, would leave her dangling inches off the carpet.