Russian Rules - Yelena Turova vs. Zoey Jae Oh

This probably wasn’t too different from a bench press. The thought had occurred to Zoey as she looked down at the Russian woman, who had managed to clasp both her arms together even with the younger Korean bearing down on her.

It was just a realization she had in passing as Yelena went to balance her with both arms. Again, Zoey weighed well over a good hundred pounds or so. This woman probably benched, what, twice that? Triple? More? Whether she liked it or not, Zoey was only saved by the fact that she’d denied the woman her full strength with this lock. Yet, even that seemed to be a futile effort with time. It was only when she looked down at the Russian bodybuilder, seeing that fire in her eyes and confidence in her smile, that she realized just how big of a mistake it was to let her gain leverage of both arms.

Too late now, though. Up she went, levitating off the canvas and hanging onto the armlock for dear life. Zoey was nothing but a barbell at the moment. Gym equipment to be used and then discarded. Like so.

“What?! What are you doing?! Put me down, you stupid-!”

That was the moment Yelena was waiting for. The first thing anyone said when they found themselves 5 feet off the ground was 'put me down', also co-incidentally the absolute worst thing to say when being held 5 feet off the ground by someone already on a path to hurt you. "My English isn't the best, but that was poor wording." The pink haired powerhouse told Zoey before she sat down, trying to slam the Korean woman down onto the canvas with a powerbomb.

Okay. Sure. She could admit that probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but that was the thing about fear. It makes you say stupid things. Granted, she’d always been saying stupid things, but there was always some modicum of rationality behind it. Some expectation of how things would turn out for her. Not this time. Zoey wanted down. That was all she cared about. So, Yelena put her down.

“GAH!”

She hit hard. A two-ton Russian adds quite a bit of impact, it turns out. Her eyes shot wide, being forced to look at the ceiling lights with her mind in a complete daze. Even if her mind wanted to move, her body wasn’t going to be fulfilling that task anytime soon. Things could have been better.

Yelena smiled down on the fallen fighter, letting her arm finally drop limp as she scooted back away from Zoey. Although she was loathe to admit it that armbar had really hurt and her muscular arm felt as though it was dead as she stood up, it would take a while to get feeling back but the Russian's problems were minuscule compared to what the Korean fighter must be feeling right now.

Taking her time to walk around the Raven haired woman, the weightlifter sat down by Zoey's head, reaching over to grab her by the hair and pull her inbetween Yelena's massive thighs, letting herself get to a comfortable position before the Korean woman got a taste of how strong her legs had to be to pull off a 700lb squat, squeezing her skull with a merciless headscissors.

Ah shit, did that break her back? She could still move it. That was good right?

All the young Korean could do was roll back and forth on the ground until she caught the Russian bodybuilder in her sights. She threw a glare, but aside from that, her resistance was shot at this point. Not to mention, that smile looked a bad sign. Sure enough, the next moment, she found herself being pulled back by her hair. Zoey wasn’t sure what fate awaited her, but the journey there felt really damn bad on her scalp.

“Gah! Hey, watch the hair, Sergei! Ref! Do your jo-ghrk!”

Holy Jesus fuck, it was like being stuck in a face-sized trash compactor. Zoey could feel the contractions, even the slightest twitch that added pounds of pressure onto her skull. Her hands immediately went to the woman’s thighs, moving to peel them apart. Her arms could just barely fully encircle her thick muscles. Nothing was working. She was stuck, good and simple. Even so, she did her best to resist. She wasn’t going down like this. Not in a million years. Even if her head did feel like it was going to pop at any second.

Yelena broke into a vicious grin as Zoey's protests were silenced by the immense pressure of the Russian woman's thighs wrapped around her skull "You don't talk so much under pressure, perhaps I should just keep you here." the pink haired woman taunted as she gave her victim a small squeeze, enjoying seeing what shade of red the Korean woman would become next as she suffered under the pressure of an industrial strength vice on her skull, her bare thighs resembling the steel cords of a suspension bridge more than flesh and blood. 

And then, without warning, the Russian let go, spreading her legs wide to let the Korean woman go free to let the blood flow as she rested casually to the suffering TKD fighter. "Had enough yet, or do you wish to be completely numb while strung up?" 

She was going to die. There was no possible way she was going to survive this. That was the only reality going through her mind. The weight was too much to bear

Then the pressure stopped. Zoey looked up, seeing only Yelena’s face and patches of light dancing in her vision. She blinked rapidly, breathed heavily, and did her best to process that question. Damn it. This was bad. In the state she was in...did she really have a chance? Maybe if she had a good, say, half minute to recover. Wasn’t that worth a shot? Then again, a cracked skull wouldn’t do her any good, either. In the end, her mind settled on what was best.

“Okay...okay. I...I give-”

Suddenly, Zoey spun around and shot forward, going to claw her way out from between the woman’s thighs and up her body. Her target was the throat. Once she got her hands around that, she’d clamp down on the woman’s windpipe and squeeze like there was no tomorrow. If this bitch that she had this match in the bag, she was dead wrong.

Yelena was comfortable that Zoey seemed to know as well as the Russian just how screwed she was, completely overpowered by the pink haired powerhouse. Maybe she'd take the defeat now while she still hadn't broken anything... at least Yelena thought she hadn't broken anything... and just move on, take her lumps and walk home with only a bruised body instead of a shattered one. 

Zoey had other ideas however, taking the time to recover from having her skull squeezed out to formulate a quick bit of revenge, going straight for the Russian woman's throat once more, this time with a blatant choke as she pounced on the amazon instead of any formal technique. "Ack!" Yelena let out as her hands snapped to the Korean woman's wrists, attempting to pry away Zoey's grip.

“Gotosleepgotosleepgotosleepgotosleep.”

Zoey was getting desperate. Seriously desperate. Being trapped between industrial-grade thigh crushers does that to you. Makes your life flash before your eyes and teaches you to seize the moment.

And Zoey was doing just that. Her hands wrenched onto the woman’s throat and refused to let go until she was out. Of course, that all depended on the Russian, who was managing to peel her hands away with seemingly little effort. She had to do some quick thinking before she ended up in the grinder again. Shifting her position bit by bit, inch by inch, Zoey would attempt to end up sideways against the woman’s body whilst keeping her hands tight around her windpipe. Once in position, the TKD maven would attempt to wrap her thighs across the woman’s midsection, wearing down those iron abs and working to cave her stomach in.

Yelena was regretting trying to play with her food as she struggled to get air. Zoey had the legs of a TKD fighter all right and now the Korean woman was putting all that strength to the task of trying to squeeze what she could out of the Russian wrestler's lungs while both sets of hands battled over the powerhouse's windpipe.

Forcing herself to sit up straight while the smaller woman applied some pressure of her own, Yelena's hands crushed down upon Zoey's wrists, trying to force the TKD expert to let go of her neck as she pulled her arms as far apart as they would go, using the Korean woman's hands as though the pink haired powerhouse was moving a puppet around, all in order to get Zoey and her to be intimately face to face, the Korean woman landing in the now very angry looking Russian's lap.