Russian Rules - Yelena Turova vs. Zoey Jae Oh

Zoey let out a yelp as she was smashed into the turnbuckles. She somehow kept the lock in place, but it wasn't nearly as strong as it was a second ago. With Yelena still crushing her inside out, things were not looking good for the young Korean-American.

This was not a good position to be in. Not at all. That much was very clear to Zoey as the Russian kept working on snapping her spine in half. It was even getting difficult to breathe now. She could manage gasps here and there, but now it seemed completely out of her control. If she wanted air, Yelena was going to be the one to decide.

Yeah. She was not digging this. She had to get out of here, and quickly. Fighting back against this woman’s strength was impossible, and it was very unlikely that she was even pushing one-hundred percent. Had to think of another way. Her eyes drew to the ref for a second before nuzzling closer to the Russian’s neck. Turning her face and using her arm to obscure her mouth from sight, Zoey would bite down hard on Yelena’s nick, digging into the soft skin and hoping to cause enough of a reaction for her to break away this iron grip.

Yelena was satisfied with her work as she felt Zoey's grip around her neck and waist slacken, the Korean girl left nuzzling at the Russian amazon's neck while she carried her victim back towards the centre of the ring. "May be worth seeing if she wants to continue." the pink haired woman called to the referee, "After hug like this, maybe the punching won't seem so ba-KYAAAAAAH!" Her taunt turned into an ear-splitting screech as Zoey bit her neck like a vampire, forcing the big woman to abandon her crushing grip in a hope that the raven haired fighter would let go before she drew blood.

Oh thank god, she let go. Er….yeah, that’s right. She’d better let go.

Yelena was clearly starting to learn her lesson when it came to taking her opponent too lightly. She was faster, she was smarter, and she had way more moves up her arsenal than some dumb power moves. Zoey could kick this woman’s ass up and down the ring. No question. Just not when she’s getting blindsided into death hugs like that. Either way, she got out of it, and now Yelena was in for a world of hurt.

“You...got one....girly voice behind that brawn.”

Before the referee could make the check for marks, Zoey went diving in towards the Russian. Going low as she could, the Taekwondo master would lock her hands behind the larger woman’s knees, looking to take her down to the canvas as quick and as hard as possible. Once she got this big slab of muscle on the ground, this match was as good as hers. She wasn’t gonna let this chick back up without a fight. That was for damn sure.

"Cyka..." Yelena cursed as she reached up to her neck, checking to see if it was bleeding from the Korean woman's vicious bite while the referee had to stand on her tip toes to do the same. Sometimes being a good 6 inches taller than most women had its disadvantages, the referee being unable to check for blood without a step stool was one, the other was a high centre of gravity while leaning over to let the ref have a decent look.

The pink haired powerhouse toppled like a tree down to the canvas, the impact of over two hundred pounds of muscle shaking the ring as Yelena proved that the bigger they were, the harder they fell.

All right! Now she was getting somewhere!

The Russian bitch dropped like a sack of bricks under her awe-striking prowess. Her opponent may have the muscles, but Zoey had the raw talent honed by a stunning martial intellect. There was no way she could beat her. She came out on top of Yelena in one fell swoop and got to straddling her waist. Her foe was bigger than her, so she already knew what to do next if she remembered her last spar correctly.

“How do you like this, huh?”

Falling to the side, Zoey would grab Yelena’s arm and swing under it. With lightning-quick reflexes, she’d trap the pink-haired bodybuilder in a painful armbar. Just to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere, she’d lock her shins around the woman’s shoulder. This Korean wasn’t coming off anytime soon. No chance.

Yelena didn't even have time to wince before Zoey was already on her, ready to show what she could do when she didn't have to worry about things like feeling as though her lungs were caught in a car crusher, and that was bad news for the Russian powerhouse who was rather attached to her arms. The Korean woman yanked back with all her might and with the positioning of her shins it meant the pink haired weight lifter wasn't able to just roll into the lock to take some of the pressure off.

Cursing under strained breath, Yelena did one of the few things available and tried to curl her massive arm against Zoey's armbar, pitting the strength of the TKD expert's entire body against her bicep.

Zoey wished she could see the look on her face right now. Yelena was probably all wide-eyed and going ‘oh man, this girl is a badass’. It made her smile, knowing she could keep such a powerful body down with ease. At least, that’s what it seemed like. Then the woman started curling her bicep and pulling her arm forward, taking the young Korean along with it.

“W-what the hell? Hey! Quit it!”

This chick was not for real. This absolutely, positively could not be for real. Sure, Zoey wasn’t the heaviest person around, but she was still well over one hundred pounds of dead weight. And yet here she was, being pulled upright as if she were some discarded dumbbell on the gym floor. She honestly didn’t know what to do except keep the pressure up and hope Yelena tired out on her own. She couldn’t seriously break out with one arm, could she?

"Ngggh!" The Russian amazon grunted, sweat dripping down with effort as she slowly pulled against the pressure to lift Zoey off the canvas, shocking both the referee and the Korean loudmouth on the recieving end of one of the powerlifter's feats of strength. The pink haired warrior didn't need to get it all the way, just far enough so she could reach across and grab her own arm, making it two ridiculously large arms against the TKD's smaller form. "...So you do know how do fight..." Yelena panted, trying to calm down now that she was somewhat safer from Zoey's armbar attempt "...not just bitch."

“Piss off! Just...go...back...down!”

Things weren’t looking quite as awesome anymore. That was very clear to the young Korean as she attempted feebly to drag the larger woman’s arm back again and again with yank after yank from her whole body. Okay.

Calm down. So what. She got the arms together. Not like it would do anything. Zoey still had her arms and legs locked around the limb, and she didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. A whole person sitting on your arm probably doesn't feel all that great. She’d tire herself out soon enough. The arm would drop and then Zoey could go in for the kill. Easy.

All she had to was not let go. Just don’t let go. Just don’t let go.

Both Yelena and Zoey were holding on to the weight lifter's own arm for dear life, trying to pull it free from the other person's grip, but as the Korean woman gave the limb one last yank, she'd find herself rolling back with her body still around the arm, and the pink haired Russian rolling on top of her.

The referee slid into position to count a fall, the self-proclaimed TKD expert's shoulders were on the canvas after all but the Amazon had other ideas, placing her feet firmly on the floor before she squatted down, trying to get the best form she could as she lifted Zoey into the air by her own hold. "Heh..." Yelena chuckled, smiling up at her now airborne foe with an evil glimmer in her eye.