Yona Giovanni vs ‘The Princess of Lucha’ Blossom

"Moan for me, love~" Yona whispered into her ear, stomping on her head repeatedly. She didn't know how she'd make Blossom love her enough to be by her side, but luckily, she had their match to beat the girl in submission. Though, she was a bit disappointed. She had shown so much promise with her dance skills at the start, but now she was nothing but a slutty little redhead. She grinned sadistically, dragging her by the hair, not having much of a plan at that point, besides playing with her like a doll.

Yona wasn't too hurt by the hit to the gut, her opponent far weaker than her, but even so, she pretended to stumble onto the canvas. However, to her dismay, Blossom hadn't just stopped there, she threw punch after punch at her face, Yona being defenseless against the attacks. Ironically, she had planned to go unconscious, so she could surprise her opponent was a submission hold, but after the fourth punch to the nose, she was knocked out cold. She wasn't completely stunned; the punches still having a relatively decent effect.
She assumed it was due in part to the stiffness of it, but it didn't matter much, as she was more concerned with being a helpless victim to Blossom. Yona wondered what the redhead would do next, assuming she didn't have it in her to put up much of a fight, especially after stomping on her head. At the moment, it appeared to the audience that both girls were out.

Yona, the moment Blossom got closed, prepared to attack Blossom, but was quickly thrust into the turnbuckle. She grunted loudly, moving her head out of the way as Blossom kicked said turnbuckle. The reinvigorated brunette would scoff, grabbing Blossom by the thighs and slamming her down on the canvas for a quick pin. The referee ran inside the ring, counting upwards, "1... 2.."
At this point, not wanting to risk being defeated, she decided to beat her opponent before fully going in on her. If she failed to get the win through a pin alone, she'd surely have to return to her playful attitude with the girl. She deserved it after all, being such a disobedient pet.

Yona was pleasantly surprised that she had kicked out, now given the opportunity to play with the girl all she liked. She had already started by instinctually wrapping her hands around Blossom's neck, hoping to hear her gag and squirm like a cute little thing. She returned to placing her foot on her belly, making sure she was completely constrained. That's when she had gotten the perfect idea.
She looked over at her opponent's leg, grabbing it by the boot and flipping the redhead over on her back. Yona sat comfortably on her opponent's ass, twisting her leg to the point of dislocating it. She truly bent it to the limits, forcing her leg to rest on Yona's lap.
"Meow for me, kayyy?"

Yona managed to tank the first few hits to the chest, but soon, she'd feel a hard kick that'd knock her down to the canvas—the devilish heel losing her grip on her opponent's leg. She slammed her fist down in anger, fairly enjoying the sounds her opponent made. Moreover, she was now in a vulnerable position for attack. She immediately tried to stand up, but stumbled back down, placing her hand over her chest. The dancer surely did pack a good kick; she had to make sure to avoid it if she wanted to win.