Lady Torment vs Yona Giovanni

Akin to a ninja, she flipped into the air. She had felt the oncoming whip even before it slapped against the turnbuckle, fast enough to completely avoid it this time. It was rather amusing how, despite her weight, which practically bordered on the middle class, she still managed to be so acrobatic and flexible. She quickly took advantage of this, ramming her boots into the whip and trapping it in place. It left the two demonic fighters at a standstill. Yona had seemed more fiercely mature than she ever had in any of her past matches. Once again, it wasn't as if she had gotten a power-up, but in a way, Torment finally gave her the opportunity to show off her skills to their full extent. She typically dealt more traditional attacks rather than leaping about. She scoffed, slightly relieved that she seemed to have taken the upper hand with such grace.

Torment's head tilted again as she watched Yona not only dodge the whip strike aimed at her waist, but she actually did it with such agility and aim to trap her whip under her boots. And the crowd was eating up the growing tension of the fight. It had started weird, but now it was getting somewhere!

Torment gave a loud chuckle through her mask as she gave a twirly yank at the whip under Yona's feet, trying to throw her off the thing.

The Greek beauty sensed her balance beginning to wane. She staggered about, countering Torment's strength by grabbing onto both sides of the ropes on the turnbuckle's corner. She stuck her tongue out, prepared for whatever her opponent was bound to do next. She figured that she'd eventually have to get closer, but when she did, it would give her the advantage of wrestling with the demon while she was distracted. If she got close, she might pose a better chance against the almost supernatural-seeming opponent.

Yona still kept her ground, the whip still stuck under her boots, and now she was balanced holding onto the ropes. Smart girl!

However, she also had to lower her upper torso to grab those ropes, and Torment took the opportunity. With Yona sticking her tongue out, Torment gave a vertical hard flick of the bandage whip, trying to whip out a vertical smack to go along and hit Yona in the lowered face, or some part of her, whenever the travelling energy would reach in the whip.

Yona's patience was beginning to wane as she noticed that her opponent still had a few tricks up her sleeve. She flipped across the turnbuckle, snatching the bandages in her hands before she could smack her. She sent a kick into the chest of Torment, stomping her back down onto the canvas. She put her bandages within her own teeth, trying to cut them apart, staring down at her opponent. At that moment, she seemed more of a different heel than she had been before. She was calm, mature, and clever. They weren't traits specifically attributed to Yona, but the perfume must've done something to her brain. The less power she had over her mind, the smarter she seemed to be. Maybe she was blinded by her anger. She wondered how different she would be if she was always able to be like this. She was thinking too much; she didn't have room to think deeply about herself and her life. She was a vessel for her child self, and she'd surely never let her down.
"Fuck.." She gritted her teeth, slapping herself over and over, completely forgetting that she was even in a match to begin with. She felt trapped within a labyrinth of her own doing. She shrieked, quickly placing her hands around Torment's neck. She was quick to tighten her grip right away, anger flowing through her veins.

Torment's head moved up, tracking along with Yona as she jumped and flipped and landed right on top of the woman! The kick landing on her caused her to give out a loud wheeze that almost sounded more like a laugh than a cry of pain, like as if Yona had only made her ticklish.

That was, until Yona started strangling her.

Torment let go of the whip bandage, and didn't even try to unfurl Yona's hands around her neck. In fact, she didn't seem to stop the small giggling sounds coming from her mask despite being strangled. She didn't seem bothered at all by this. She instead grabbed Yona by the back of her head with one arm, while bringing her other arm upwards in a rapid jab aimed at Yona's own throat.

Yona groaned, one of her opponent's arms suddenly strangling her own neck. She growled silently; her composure withered down like sand on an hourglass. She tried to gnaw on her hand, popping her head out repeatedly. It wasn't long before she realized how futile it was, so she followed up her aggression by sinking her nails into the neck of Torment. She giggled devilishly, forcing her way closer to her opponent's face, her hand still across Yona's neck. She coughed out a little bit of blood, but she didn't seem to even notice. She was fully obsessed with getting closer and closer to the demonic animal.

Torment didn't let go of the back of Yona's head, and in fact, it seemed like Yona was devolving into a wild animal. Not a heel, just straight up wild animalistic and it seemed to be gnawing away her pain sensitivity too somehow, which was making some people in the crowd a bit uneasy. Torment herself wasn't letting any emotions relating to that out, but the firm grip she had on Yona's hair wasn't letting easy.

With Yona now nailing at her neck and what not, really, it seemed the two were now one to one in their own unsettling nature.

But Torment decided to cut the leash short and slap back some sense on Yona via quickly pulling her own mask up a bit, enough to reveal the lower half of her face, the jaw and her partially puffy pink lips, as she pulled Yona in for a big kiss! The arm that she had used to punch Yona's neck, moved behind her torso and pulled Yona down and onto Torment. Torment even wrapped her long legs around Yona's waist to get a proper grip on her opponent.

As expected from her opponent, Yona snapped to her senses. She didn't feel romantically invested in her pet, but she hadn't been loved in so long. She yearned for anyone's affection, even for a brief moment of weakness. Her cheeks flushed a soft red, and her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't in love, but she couldn't deny how soft her opponent's lips were, cupping Torment's face within her palms and kissing her further until their tongues touched. She didn't even think the girl had a tongue, but even so, she passionately let herself be completely consumed by her opponent's affection. She typically wasn't much for being the submissive one in the ring where many would see her, but it was certainly her nature to cling to her lovers. Yona pressed her breasts against hers, unable to get enough of Torment's love. In a way, it was all she had left of Raven to remember her by.

Torment kept her lip lock with the Graceful Undead up for a bit, the two stuck locking lips and seemingly taking in the others feeling. Torment then, with her legs wrapped around Yona, rolled the two of them to have Torment on top and Yona on bottom, still kissing.

Even as the arm of Torment that was around Yonas back reached out for the whip bandages and grabbed it, Torment kept her lip lock up. She brought her other arm that was holding the back of Yonas head to the arm grabbing the whip, and started wrapping the bandage back around her arm. Torment even seemed to be humming right into Yonas lips during it all!