The Iron Soldier and the Cunning Opportunist

Most everyone in AFW that had a semblance of work ethic or drive spent at least some of their time training regularly. And while she wasn't big on ethics by any means, Rosie Soto. As a young, new kawaii wrestler that wanted to stand out and avoid being written off as another cute face occupying a stagnating division, she spent at least some degree of time each week training at the gym.



After some light cardio and what she would call "weight training", Rosie took her place in a practice ring to rest. She scanned the gym to look for anyone she would deem notable. While she relished in the thought of besting several of the weaker looking women that passed by. But while she leaned against the ropes and caught her breath, she'd notice a larger woman of significant stature pass by. Immediately thinking that besting her might help her put her name out there, Rosie would call out to her. "Hey! Ma'am! Yes you! My name's Rosie! Would you like to spar for a bit?"

She maintained a smile and a nice and enthused tone while making eye contact with the woman. If this lady of reputable stature did take her up on her offer and attempted to enter the ring by going between the ropes, Rosie would attempt to cut her off and his her with a Running Knee to side of her head as her target ducked the rope to get into the ring.

Zarya Volkov spent no small amount of time pumping iron in the gym. If she couldn't get to a proper facility, she was more then willing to make use of the workout area setup for the Friction talent. It allowed her to indulge in one of her favorite pass times, showing off her exquisitely sculpted physique and casting contemptuous glances at everyone else she deemed smaller and weaker. She stepped into the gym proper dressed in spandex shorts and a sports bra in black and red respectively, the skin tight material hugging every curve, and sauntered along as if she owned the place. She was passing the sparring ring when some annoying little gnat of a girl called our to her. Zarya glared at her, as if annoyed by the interruption, and was about to say as much before she heard Rosie Soto's request.

"You want to spar. With me." Zarya stated, her tone flat with disbelief. Was this girl insane? Well, perhaps she was a fan? Yes, that's it. An admirer who wanted to learn a few pointers from the Iron Soldier herself. Zarya nodded her agreement, her inner sense of vanity sated by the idea, and climbed into the ring.

Or rather, she was in the midst of climbing into the ring when the girl attacked her with a knee to the side of the head. Zarya instinctively turned her head, raising her arm to help deflect the worst of the blow, but the little bitch still managed to clip her, earning a low grunt of pain from the bigger woman. Zarya reached out to press her palm against Rosies face and shove the girl violently away from her!

"How dare you! I didn't say you could start!" Zarya would probably have done something similar, but that's besides the point.

The tiny, red clad kawaii wrestler made good on seizing every opportunity she felt she could grasp. She nodded enthusiastically as Zarya appeared to take her up on her offer to spar. Despite knowing nothing about the Iron Soldier - not even her name, she attempted to get the drop on Zarya as she tried to enter the ring. It might have been optimistic, but if she could get an early lead, perhaps she could put the prime specimen of a woman away quickly. That would certainly get a message across to all the women in the gym and many woman on the AFW roster that Rosie Soto was a wrestler to look out for. At least, that's what Rosie told herself as she attacked Zarya. Her knee only managed to graze the side of the muscular woman's head. Rosie would scoff with dissatisfaction from not being able to do as much damage as she had hoped.

She began to approach the woman again after running past her during the Running Knee strike. It was in an obvious and telegraphed attempt to follow up on her last move. But Zarya was easily able to swat her away by using her palm to push against her face! This caused Rosie to fall back several feet. Her immediate concern was losing the advantage she gained from attacking her foe before they had even agreed to start! As Rosie fell backwards from being shoved back to the other side of the ring, she rolled backwards and landed on all fours. She would dash at her foe and attempt to hit her with a Running Dropkick in the hopes that she quick enough to hit her while was still between the ropes!

"Did I say I need your permission, Miss Bodybuilder?!" She said as she ran and attempted the move.

She can't be serious... 

Zarya thought, her mind reeling, struggling to comprehend what was happening. Rosie's all out assault had been completely unexpected. Still, the Iron Soldier wasn't particularly concerned. Annoyed, yes, but she had no cause for worry. A simple shove had been enough to create some distance and as soon as Zarya got to her feet she'd-

The thought cut off abruptly as Zarya took the running drop kick full in the face! Only simple luck saved her from a broken nose as speed and momentum combined to turn the smaller Kawaii wrestler into a guided missile! 

"Ughh! "

The impact nearly sent Zarya tumbling out of the ring. Only a quick, one handed grab of the middle rope spared her the indignation of being kicked from the ring by a girl half her body weight. Zarya pulled herself towards the ropes and rolled through them, finally ending up inside the ring, albeit on her hands and knees. Her face burned from the scrape of Rosie's wrestling boots and her head pulsed with a steady dull ache. 

Zarya was slow to rise leaving Rosie with one last chance to press the offensive before the muscular woman got to her feet.

The petite woman had made every effort to try and stifle Zarya's advances into the ring. She was cunning and lucky enough to get in two good cheap shots before the Iron Soldier had finally made it inside. Zarya steeled herself and weathered Rosie's attacks. She didn't allow herself to be bested or halted. Once she was finally in the ring, Rosie would make eye contact with the woman before a look of worry emerged in her countenance. Of course, at this point, the worry was only for her own sake. The young woman quickly resumed her stoic, yet determined look and dashed at her "sparring partner" yet again. She would continue attempting to make use of her speed and attempt to jump onto the shoulders of her kneeling foe, as Zarya was finding her way to her feet.

"How's this?!" She cried as she tried to hit her next move.

Rosie would try to wrap her legs around the Iron Soldier's head and flip herself backwards in an attempt to target Zarya's skull yet again and drive  it into the mat with a Hurricanrana driver! If Soto was successful in continuing to blindside the bigger, stronger woman and and if her move actually managed to take her down, Rosie would attempt to roll Zarya over before covering her to begin a pin. The petite kawaii wrestler would visibly struggle with moving the body of a muscular, high caliber athlete twice her size. It would take her multiple pushes and tries to do it, which would likely rob her of the chance to even a one count.

Zarya Volkov was slow to get to her feet after finally making it into the sparring ring. All things considered she was still neither truly angry nor overly concerned. All right, so Rosie Soto wasn't a fan looking for a few insights from a superior athlete. Maybe the little Kawaii wrestler was trying to make a name for herself and prove how touch she was. Yeah, she could accept that. After all, now that the Iron Soldier was in the ring, the little brat was probably too terrified to press her luck. 

Right? 

Again, Zarya was proven wrong when Rosie jumped up on her shoulders. Zarya started to rise, but she was off balance, allowing the smaller girl to pitch her weight backwards enough to send the russian slamming face first into the mat via a hurricanrana driver! 

Groaning, face down on the mat and suffering a splitting headache, Zarya barely responded as Rosie pushed her, with difficulty, onto her back for the cover. As Soto went for that cover, however, Zarya's left hand shot up to seize Rosie by the throat in a blatant choke. If she caught the smaller girl, the Iron Soldier began to sit up, abdominal muscles pronounced as she sat up. 

"If you wanted to piss me off, congratulations." She spoke with chilling calm in that low, accented voice. "You succeeded. Do you want your prize now? Can you guess what you win?"


With every word her fingers seemed to draw tighter around Rosie's throat.

Rosie was successful in every bit of offense she had attempted thus far, despite her choice of dirty of underhanded means of executing them. She was successful in every facet except for in seeing through the overall goal of these maneuvers: victory. Even after the driver hit, Zarya was able to break her with exceptional ease. As soon as the Russian's hand found its way to the Kawaii wrestler's throat, a look of fear made itself apparent on Rosie's face.

The sheer force of Zarya's grip forced Rosie to her knees. She remained there being choked, while playing both hands on Zarya's own. Of course, with the amount of pressure being applied to her trachea, the little lady couldn't muster up a verbal reply, not at the moment at least. She could merely shake her head back and forth furiously to communicate "no" as best she could. Clearly fearing for what was to come, Rosie would kick her legs and try hard to make it towards the rope to warrant some kind of break! She coughed as she struggled to make her way there and find herself some literal and figurative breathing room in her spar against the Iron Soldier.

"I don't get it." The Russian amazon sounded eerily conversational as she choked Rosie with one bare hand, cords of muscle standing out the length of her forearm as she reduced the kawaii's airway to the width of a stirring straw. She completely ignored Rosie's attempts to escape or force a break. "No security, no officials... no one to stop me from choking you out right now. Why make me angry? Not smart, little one. Not. Smart."

Zarya rolled to her hands and knees, and then slowly rose to her feet, keeping her merciless grip all the while. As she stood to her full height, the Iron Soldier grabbed the back of Rosie's leotard and took a fist full of the clinging fabric, likely giving the girl a wedgie in the process, before hefting the smaller wrestler right off her feet and up into the air by her throat! Zarya held her up with insulting ease, watching her squirm with an almost sadistic gleam in her eyes.

And then, without so much as a warning taunt, the Russian fell to her knees, not merely dropping, but driving Rosie Soto down to the canvas with a choke slam!

Rosie would continue struggling to no avail. The petite wrestler flailed and kicked, but escape proved to be an option unavailable to her for the time-being. The Iron Solider would lift her by the neck, simply by standing up. The height difference between the two would be something to behold.

"Ugh...Ngh!" Because she was still being choked out, Rosie would still be incapable of forming words. She protested with body language alone. Zarya made valid points. Points that made a case for both wrestlers. The only reason she was able to get the drop on Zarya was because there was no one enforcing any rules in the gym. But the benefits of having no official present gave Zarya free reign to darn near choke the life out of the twin tailed kawaii. Rosie was beginning to fade by now. And right as she questioned her own ability to remain conscious, The Iron Solider crabbed a handful of her leotard and lifted her overhead before slamming her down to the canvas far more force than one would think necessary against a woman of Rosie's size!

Rosie remained sprawled out and floored for a time. Her eyes closed as she gasped for air. With a pained expression on her face, she'd wordlessly lay there limp, writhing in pain as Zarya asserted herself over her!

Zarya Volkov stared down at her handiwork with eyes that betrayed not the slightest hint of sympathy for the much smaller, clearly over-matched young wrestler. "I think you've learned your lesson." The Russian mused, more to herself then to the girl gasping for air at her feet. With that, she turned to walk away, heading for the ropes, her point more then adequately made...

And then, she paused at the ropes, looking back over her shoulder. The smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth would have given the devil himself chills. "Then again... you're still conscious. Looks like my lessons not over yet." Zarya turned and pressed her back against the ropes, leaning into them with all her considerable strength before using them to help propel her forward in a short sprint. The amazonian woman ran towards the fallen Rosie, jumped into the arm, and came back down, aiming to land directly across her body in a massive splash!