Yona Giovanni vs Layla Al-Mansour

Yona stumbled on her opponent, having tripped from the legsweep. She clung to the girl, throwing jabs to her hips as if she were in a boxing match. Simultaneously, she realized how much her hijab meant to her and how she was in the perfect position to take it off. However, at that moment, she showed a level of restraint that she wasn't sure she liked. She couldn't disrespect a person's entire culture just to humiliate them; she was evil, but she had morals. It frustrated her as she stayed stagnant, not having much of a plan outside of throwing repeated jabs at her belly. It left her open to potential retaliation on her opponent's side. She knew that, but regardless, she had the girl exactly where she wanted her to be. Yona was a far better close-range fighter, so either way, she had the advantage. Before she even let Layla get the opportunity to fight back, she uttered into her ear, "Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil," with that, she poked both of her adversary's eyes, backing away to make sure she could guard herself.

Layla hissed as she got attacked and then poked in the eyes, she was trying her best to protect herself from the attacks but it wasn't working, she needed to free herself quickly and need to think of a counter.

As her opponent became lost in thought, Yona darted back towards Layla, snatching her underwear to stretch over the nearby turnbuckle—the cruel bitch of a woman left her in a wedgie. She soon followed it up with a kick to her stomach as she turned her opponent into her personal Piñata. It wasn't long before she had even lost all respect for her opponent. She grabbed her hijab and headbutted her, hoping to knock her out. If it worked, she'd be rewarded with the body of a fairly fierce opponent—her soft, fit body all to herself. She wasn't exactly one for being aroused in the ring, but she surely knew this was an excellent opportunity to test out her sadistic new ideas on such a pretty little lady.

Layla moans out as she was wedgie then gets headbutted which made her groan in pain, she was in pain for sure but she wasn't giving up, she return the favor and headbutts Yona.

Yona chuckled, Layla oblivious to the fact that she had a head that was hard as stone. Well, not exactly that hard, but one of her finishing moves was literally a barrage of headbutts, so she wasn't new to the attack. She continued to play with her opponent, stroking her fingers across her belly. She felt every crevasse and subtle softness in her skin. She was fairly impressed by how relaxing it felt to touch such a healthy body. Perhaps it was because she hadn't showered in weeks due to being on the run, but it did cause some sort of healing within herself. However, this wasn't the time for her own pleasure; it was the time to humiliate her prey. She violently pulled Layla's top off, taking a few steps back to leave some distance between them. She pointed at her hijab and then pointed back at her almost bikini-like attire. Since her wrestling outfit was actually a one-piece, there was no way she could have gotten it back on, but Yona wanted to make Layla plead for it nonetheless. She had explained with her gestures that she'd only give it back if she handed Yona her hijab. She wouldn't take it off herself, but she had no qualms with having her be so desperate as to take it off herself. In fact, the thought alone aroused Yona; she wanted to watch her try and figure a way out of her situation. The whole audience stared at her bare breasts, Yona sure that it would truly distract her from the match.

Layla refuse the trade deal, she would fight nude before giving up her hijab, Layla spits on Yano's face as a resonce and refuses to give up.

This was the first time Yona had ever been the victim of being spat on. She wasn't sure if she quite liked it.. actually, she hated it. She tossed her top out of the ring, quickly running up to her opponent and beating her face senselessly. She didn't stop until she managed to cover her hijab in blood that surely wasn't hers. She backhanded the girl, causing both sides of the audience to conflict with one another—some booing while others cheered. It felt like she was back at LAW again. For a brief second, the nostalgia of it all distracted her. That's when she couldn't help but feel sympathy rising from the depths of her heart. She tried to shrug it off, fully committing to her cruelty. Without a second's thought, she put all her strength into ripping the hijab from her opponent's head, wanting to absolutely humiliate her. She wanted to feel that sense of accomplishment from taking everything away from her, just like her rival, Renee, had beforehand. She gritted her teeth, her eyes covered in the shadows of her own hood. The audience went silent, a tear streaming down her cheek. She felt as if she had killed a part of herself that was vying to stay alive even in harsh times. Even so, she was a heel; there should be no limits to her wickedness. She felt an undeniable feeling of disgust, tossing her hijab out of the ring. Despite it all, she continued to throw punch after punch into her opponent's gut until it became a dark red, and until the light from her opponent's eyes faded.

The match was called off Yona had won by TKO, Sasmir rushes out to the ring and check on his wife, Rohi and Nurin rushes out too as they checkon their teacher.

Yona was ready to keep going, but when she saw her children, she stopped for a moment. She saw her brother in her children. Even though they weren't really her children, she felt bad about it. But she tried to ignore those feelings and pretended not to care. Lots of people were cheering for her big win, but she didn't feel connected to them. She smiled a little, letting their adoration wash away her guilt, along with the remains of her humanity.