Fumiko Hyuga vs Yona Giovanni

So far, Yona's plan seemed to be going rather well. She had taken some losses here and there, and some wins as well, but in the end, she felt as if it began to matter less as she had a bigger goal outside of all of that. She was a heel, and she got to keep being that, which might as well have been enough for her to sustain her interest for the rest of her life. However, she felt a bit conflicted on what came after she's managed to accomplish the plan. She didn't want to form connections anymore after everything that's happened. She was too afraid to even look back on the allies she had made. This was her life now, and she'd convince herself until the end of time that even when she managed to have both agencies in the palm of her hand, she'll stay with AFW to protect her emotions. She won't have to deal with this whole situation ever again.
She quickly got dressed into her attire and did her usual routine, waving and gesturing to the fans. She walked down the ramp and entered the ring, having fully studied up on her next opponent. She seemed like a total pushover from looks alone. She had a fine physique but outside of that, she seemed too preppy to pose much of a challenge to her in terms of personality, but her experience has taught her to never underestimate her opponents. She was fairly willing to humiliate them nowadays, but she wasn't going to get caught by surprise if they fought back. Fumiko was a brute for sure, but Yona was an animal. She shrugged off her concerns and waited for her opponent to arrive.

Fumiko was sitting backstage talking to her girlfriend Penny, she was ready for the match ahead of her and she was going to win, she was finishing her pre match stretching and then her theme starts playing. She walks down to the ring, the crowd cheering her name and her own mother made the announcement, She hugs her mom before getting to her corner ring and stretch.
" Hello I'm Fumiko Hyuga and I hope we have a good time. "
Fumiko said smiling.

Immediately, almost instinctually, she stuck her tongue out at her mother, along with a middle finger. She didn't think much about it but figured it would be an easy way to provoke her opponent and the audience. She even ignored her opponent's greeting, throwing a punch at her face even before the bell rang. Of course, she didn't actually hit her but tried to pose her dominance over her. She hoped it would make her opponent flinch or cause her to leap backward in fear. It was certainly bold, but it was nothing new for the heel. She snarled at Fumiko, showing her animalistic side. She had to convey that she wasn't fighting just any ordinary wrestler; she was fighting the woman that would permanently leave a scar on her life.

Fumiko saw the middle finger directed at her mom and she was pissed. Fumiko usually was calm but this Greek lady had taken it too far, she disrespected the Hyuga family, a famous wrestling family in the saga prefecture.
" Oh now you have messed up, I hope you have standards because if you make fun of my dead father then that nose of yours will be broken and bloody. "
Fumiko shouted and didn't even flinch when the punch was thrown, she waits for the bell to ring.

Yona, ever since she joined AFW had been under an oath of silence, but even so, she couldn't help but jump on the opportunity to taunt her some more. She well and truly took the girl's threat as a joke, getting in her face and whispering into her ear, "At least my father isn't dead, bitch."

Fumiko saw red and as soon as the bell rang Fumiko shoulder tackle Yano
" BITCH! "
Fumiko shouts and rammed into Yano, wanting to make this lady pay for the disrespect. She wasn't going to let Yano leave without some pain, she was going to hamble this bitch.

The girl was far more of a brute than she expected, Fumiko somehow giving Yona the upper hand. She promptly wrapped her legs around her left arm and bent it into a submission hold. They weren't too far from the ropes, but she hoped it would be enough to weaken her hits a bit. She spit in her opponent's face, strangely feeling as if she had crossed a line she hadn't dared to go passed before. Even so, why should she care? It made her fairly happy to see the raw anger and disbelief on her opponent's face. She giggled softly, a large grin across her face. From the angle Fumiko was at, Yona almost looked like a demon bursting from Hell; Her scarlet eyes typically being her method to striking fear into anyone she fought. Her scarlet pupils managed to always be so cold, yet so warm to all who came across them. She was sure it was bound to make Fumiko uncomfortable; it was what they did best.

Fumiko would force Yano off of her.
" Get the hell off of me, I won't be going easy on you, you jerk! "
Fumiko growls and punch Yano's nose and then take a deep breath, her rage wasn't going to help her win, in fact Yano wanted Fumiko to used to rage, it wasn't going to be that easy.

Blood rushed down Yona's nose, never once loosening her grip on the girl. She kept smiling at her, looking deeply into her opponent's soul. She wasn't precisely supernatural or anything of the sort, but she could sense the anger inside of her. It fueled her to keep up the taunting, "Your father died a piece of shit; I wonder what that means for you, Fu-ko?"
Of course, she was quiet enough that only her opponent heard her insult. She eventually returned to her silence, placing her thumb across her own neck. She pretended to slice it in an attempt to tell Fumiko that she'd be the one to kill her, following up on her past comment.

Fumiko managed to stay calm, she wasn't going to let Yona get into her head, she kicks the knee of Yano making sure that it was painful.
" Stay down. "
Fumiko said angrily wanting to make sure Yano stays down. She puts Yano in a wrist lock.