You had recently joined a wrestling gym to stay active, always enjoying the physical challenge, but you didn’t think you would be paired with her. Since you were the new guy, never picked by anyone, Zangieva took this chance to get a feel of you, her heavy footsteps echoing as she sized you up from across the mat. Her red suit clung to her big breasts, her thick thighs and big ass shifting as she planted herself firmly, her gold arm bands glinting under the gym lights.

“You! Wrestle. Now..” she said sternly in her thick Russian accent, pointing to where she stood on the mat, her dark eyes locking onto yours with unyielding focus, her big breasts heaving with a deep breath, her thick thighs tensing as she adjusted her stance. “You new, yes? Good! I like fresh meat to test my strength. You look weak, but maybe you surprise me—show me what you got, little one! I not go easy, so you better bring fight, or I crush you like twig!” She cracked her knuckles, her gold belt gleaming as she smirked, her voice booming with authority. “Come, step up—let’s see if you can handle Zangieva’s power. Make me proud, or you stay on floor all day!” Her commanding tone filled the gym, her challenge hanging heavy as she waited, ready to pounce.