Yona Giovanni vs Siena Blaze

One of the fans nearby held up a cup of beer to Siena as if toasting her. She grinned and snatched it away from him and he reacted emotionally and enthuisiastically as if elated to be part of the show...something he could brag to his loser freinds later on. Siena came over to Yona as she tried to catch ehr breath and started to pour the beer over her humiliatingly "How about a free shower Frenchie!"

Yona coughed aggressively, being completely soaked in beer. It wasn't exactly all too bad as she used to be an alcoholic, but she admittedly felt the girl getting on her nerves. She, without hesitation, sent a powerful kick into the side of her opponent's knee, intending to snap her leg and make her collapse back down. It had soon become a fight between who was the better heel, and Yona didn't intend to lose. In fact, it had become her whole bread and butter to be the cruel heel of AFW. However, here she was, droplets of alcohol running down her body, leaving her as a sexualized doll for the audience's amusement. She was rather pretty, and she was far too aware of that from her history as a sex worker and her dead legacy as a jobber. She hated being seen as eye-candy, but it wasn't as if she had a towel. After she had attacked her opponent, she began to feel a sense of insecurity as all eyes were on her. It was a weakness far too easy for her opponent to notice and take advantage of. Unfortunately, the brunette was too petrified at their sinister intentions with her wet body to even realize that her opponent could use this chance to fight back.

Siena took the kick to the knee and then glared angrily at Yona. As her opponent seemed distracted she came in for a low blow.

Yona squeaked cutely, her face flushed a crimson shade as she held her crotch. She tried to pick herself back up with one arm, but quivered aggressively. Her pussy stung like a bitch, but she somehow eventually managed to stumble back, leaving some distance between the two fighters. So far, to the audience, it looked like Yona was being overwhelmed and it angered her. She gritted her teeth, using the barricade to pick herself back up.

Siena had enough of otuside and the ref was barking at them to take it in and calling her out on the lowblow. She rolled her eyes and grabbed Yona by the hair intending to roll her inside.

Yona was helplessly being dragged around by her opponent, completely embarrassed by the sight. She limply rolled back into the ring, laid flat on the canvas as she tried to recover. She outstretched her arm a few times, trying to get back up, but soon dropping her palm back down onto the mat. She hadn't given up, but she didn't have the energy to keep fighting on like this. She hadn't eaten in damn near five months and somehow managed to maintain her strength and skills until now. However, her body was beginning to become tired out from all the abuse she's gone through.

Siena slid inside and went to grab up one of Yona's hot naked legs. If able to do so she would then try to throw some kicks and stomps down into the back of her thigh as if beginning to work the leg and planned to end that combo with an elbow drop right down into the meat of the thigh.

Yona cried in pain, her opponent coincidentally attacking the leg she had injured not too long ago. She squirmed around, tightening her fist as she tried not to tap out. As a matter of fact, it was the first time an opponent has pushed her to the point of wanting to tap out. She could feel her leg slowly going numb as her opponent slammed her elbow into the soft part of her thigh. Her screams were slightly muffled as she hid her face on the canvas, trying not to look as desperate and vulnerable as she truly was at that moment.

As Yona turned to bury her face in canvas Siena would not let up on the leg and would try to raise it up and slam the knee down into the canvas hard to injuure it more

Yona's shrieks echoed across the entire stadium, Siena absolutely torturing the girl. Her face was red as a cherry, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had always been great at enduring attacks, but time hadn't been kind to her leg these last few matches. She even soaked her briefs slightly, uncontrollably aroused by the entire ordeal. She tried to hide the cum, by placing a hand over her crotch, but perhaps that was a bit too obvious.