Javelin vs Yona

Javelin kept struggling while her face was crushed underneath Yona's crotch, but none of that did anything as she was still not only being suffocated underneath, but also the body fluid of the woman started to go into her eyes, nose and even mouth. "Mmmm...mmmm..." The more Javelin struggled, the harder she could breath, as not long after that, both Javelin's twisting body and muffled yelling were reduced to weak struggle and slight moan. What would her ruthless opponent do next? Javelin feared as she still tried to fight to not pass out.

Yona continued to assert her dominance, keeping Javelin trapped beneath her crotch. The struggling and muffled sounds from Javelin only fueled Yona's determination to maintain control. As she felt Javelin's weakened resistance, Yona pressed down harder, making sure her foe felt the weight of her dominance.
The body fluid covering Javelin's face added to the humiliation, and Yona reveled in the control she had over her opponent. She could sense Javelin's fear and desperation, and Yona had no intention of letting up. The weakened struggles and moans were music to Yona's ears, a sign that she was breaking Javelin both physically and mentally.
Deciding to escalate her dominance, Yona taunted her trapped opponent. "Just give in, sweetheart. There's no escaping this. Submit to me," she whispered, her voice carrying a seductive yet sinister tone. Yona was determined to push Javelin to the brink, making her surrender completely to the ruthless control she held in the match.

"Mhmm... mmm..." As her opponent still refused to get up and sitting on her head, the suffocation made Javelin harder and harder to breath, as her conscious started fading away, she could barely even hear Yona's taunting. "Mmmm...mmmm..." As the time past, Javelin's voice became weaker as well as her struggling legs, stuck under such humiliating position Javelin lost all the energy to fight, as her face being covered by Yona's crotch and her fluid, Javelin seemed to start passing out...

Yona's soft bottom began to feel a subtle loss of warmth—her opponent's aggressive breathing withering into a pleasant coldness. If that wasn't enough to tell the heel that she had won, both mentally and physically over Javelin, her hoarse, tender voice deadened into the crowd of adoring fans, cheering for the brunette. She wasn't all that muscular, but she flexed her arms, transitioning into a fist in the air.
There was no doubt that she had taken the victory completely. She felt a bit bad for the jobber, but there was no room for emotions this far into her career. She was only going to get worse and worse from here. With such a mindset, she sneered smugly and stood back up to let the referee check up on her opponent. She didn't even take the time to look back at Javelin—the rookie not having done much to make Yona think she could ever retaliate in her state.