The Iron Soldier and the Cunning Opportunist

Rosie remained floored while the Iron Solider said her piece. Despite seeming only semi-conscious, she was able to make out what Volkov was saying to her. The kawaii's head was swirling with thoughts:
I got the drop on this chick. Even if she was three or four times stronger, a few well placed hits to the skull should have been more than enough! Urgh I'll get her next t-!

Her contemplation would soon be interrupted by the impact of the hulking woman's body landing atop her own with a massive Body Splash! Rosie could only yelp in  pain as her arms and legs flailed upwards from the force of the impact before falling back to the mat lifelessly. The impact of the Amazon's frame coming down on her could be heard throughout the gym! While disoriented from the pain immense pain, and still struggling to breath under the weight of her much larger foe, she could only utter the insults on the forefront of her mind after exclaiming in pain from that splash. "Bwaugh...! You....man-faced...witch...." Unfortunately for Soto, Zarya seemed far from finished. At this rate, attacking the larger woman seemed to be her first mistake since coming to AFW. And it was proving to be a costly one.

Man... faced... witch...

Zarya wasn't sure what insulted her more, the words or the fact that Rosie had dared to utter them. Clearly, little Miss Soto hadn't learned her lesson, and was not yet sufficiently humbled and intimidated for the russian's liking. Instead of getting up and off of her smaller opponent, or rather, practice dummy at this point, Zarya shifted into position for a pin, hooking Rosie's right leg while using her other arm to press her forearm against the girls throat. The Iron Soldier moved to press down with her considerable weight.

"You can't beat me, it's not possible, and you're a fool if you think otherwise. Stick to wrestling other little losers like yourself. Don't they have a whole division for you cream-puffs to play in?" Zarya sounded fairly casual, considering she was trying to choke someone out.

Rosie had just barely managed to utter those insults with what little air she was able to take in after having all the wind flattened out of her by that splash. With eyes shut and body limp, just after insulting The Iron Soldier, Rosie laid there as Zarya continued her display of dominance by pinning the kawaii wrestler. Despite Rosie showing no signs of resistance, the larger woman still opted to place her forearm, and by proxy much of her body weight, across the her foe's neck.

Rosie would cough and spit whilst her throat was being pressed. She remained there long enough for her foe to earn a 3 count in a real match. Though the embarrassment of that instance would be something the petite wrestler wouldn't feel until much later. If and when Zarya chose to let go, Soto would reach for her own throat with both hands whilst coughing and taking deep breaths in an attempt to recover. She'd attempt to roll away, though that would prove to be difficult if her for remained on top of her.

"I will tell you what..." Zarya began, sounding almost thoughtful, completely unhurried and in control. "If you admit from you're own mouth that you are a weak, pathetic loser, and you could never defeat me, I'll end this."

The Iron Soldier removed her forearm from Rosie's throat and got off the girl, if only to keep her conscious enough to answer. Even then, Zarya was unnecessarily cruel, slapping her palm on Rosie's belly and pushing down on the smaller girl as she got to her feet. Standing to her full, imposing height and placing her hands on her hips, the russian stared down at her as if the next few words out of Soto's mouth would determine just how much pain she would suffer because Zarya was done with her.

The poor Kawaii girl was pressed for luck. Somewhere between being chocked to near unconsciousness and being pinned long enough to lose in a real match it had occurred to her: this venture was doomed from the start. There was no way she'd be able to beat Zarya. She let out several coughs as the Iron Soldier pressed her weight against her core and rose up. With the amazon standing above her in all her bodacious and muscly glory, Rosie could only let out a few more tiny coughs before finally catching her breath and panicking with a rebuttal.

"O-O-O-O-Ok! Ok! Ok! You're right! I was pathetic for trying this! I can't beat you! I'm sorry! I don't feel like getting injured this early...this early in my career. There's so much for me to do. So much for me to win! Please, just tell me what you want! ....Money....? Men....? the young woman gulped before finishing her statement. M-Myself...? Anything! Just-just please don't injure me!"

"Yourself?" Zarya frowned or scowled more then she smiled, but when she did, it was a terrifying expression. "Are you offering yourself to me?"

The Russian bully made a show of considering the notion, her eyes raking the smaller fighter up and down, slowly taking the measure of her, appraising her value and preparing to cast judgment. When it came, it was harsh. "...but what would I do with a loser like you? So much to win? I doubt you can handle yourself in the Kawaii league. You have no place in the ring with a *real* wrestler."

Her toned shoulders bobbed lightly as she subdued a chuckle, "Still, you've learned your lesson. I'm willing to end things here." The Iron Soldier bent down and extended her hand to help Rosie to her feet. She smiled, almost warmly, but there was something in her eyes that suggested refusal would be taken as a dire insult.... and this was not a woman who suffered insults lightly.