Lady Torment vs Yona Giovanni

Feeling the lips of another, Yona wondered how her own lover was doing. Raven certainly would've killed her when she found out. She pulled away a little from Torment's kiss, wanting to stay faithful to her girlfriend. The two had taken a break after her disappearance, but she still loved Raven solely. Not even her lust was bad enough for her to turn against her only real friend. She slapped Torment, tears in her eyes, as she felt disgusted with herself for actually enjoying the public display of affection. The short period of truce between the two had come to an end, with Yona clawing at Torment's face afterwards.

The moment came to a rather sudden closure and Torment did notice Yona crying. This was enough to pull her out (Yona pulling herself away and slapping her did help) and her head back, but the legs wrapped around Yona hadn't been let go. Instead, she continued squeezing Yona's waist with her strong legs even as Yona clawed at Torments masked face (which she pushed back down a bit to cover her lips again).

In retaliation to Yona's clawing, Torment responded with a simple giggle and striking both fists out across Yona's face (aiming at her cheeks but taking care to avoid her nose) a couple of times.

Yona, coming to her senses, tried to wiggle away from Torment, but she was trapped. She soon felt a jab to her face, Yona groaning softly, almost making a hiccup sound. She growled with a fierce glare, soon getting shut down once again when her opponent continued to throw punch after punch. Her face reddened, but not out of love. Torment had a good grasp on her strength; she could even feel a stinging sensation from her cheeks.
The brunette didn't have much time to react or throw a punch, so she waited for the best chance to escape. She knew Torment had a soft spot for her, so she was betting that she could talk her way out of the hold.
"Sit! Stay!" She didn't exactly know how to communicate with people gently, but at the very least, she tried.

Torment gave about 4-5 punches, before Yona called out at her to sit.

Torment did stop punching, but it seamlessly flowed from her punching Yona's cheeks to just slapping the poor girls cheeks, one hand grabbing her jaw to hold her head firmly in place and her other hand rapidly slapping and backhanding the cheeks now.

Yona let out an uncharacteristically cute moan. She felt a warmth when her opponent placed her hand around her jaw. It aroused her, feeling that she, herself, had gotten domesticated instead of her blonde demon of a pet. She bit her lip softly—the trait being a reoccurring habit of hers whenever she grew frustrated. She felt disrespected, she didn't expect to be backhanded as if she were a worthless bitch. She growled loudly, her eyebrows furrowing at her opponent. It was quite ironic, as she had a tendency of backhanding her other opponents in the ring. It definitely didn't feel all that satisfying coming from someone other than her. Although, the physical contact did soften the brunette enough to seem like a helplessly adorable jobber from Torment's angle. She tried to taunt her some more, but she couldn't get a good word out. She just simply resorted to growling continuously until her opponent would decide to shut her up.

With her little slap flurry reddening Yonas cheeks to the point of looking like badly applied makeup, Torments legs still wrapped around Yonas waist continued to squeeze her, and Torment then bent forward at an angle almost too much for most people, wrapping one arm around Yonas neck, and the other arm grabbing and hooking one of her other arms! She had applied a 3 part submission hold on Yonas arm, stomach, and neck (which she was also pulling at the same time). Her fingers where they gripped Yona, were also moving to and fro, tickling the area under Yonas chin and her arm, trying to get her to laugh out.

She didn't laugh, noticing that her opponent was tickling her neck. However, she moaned softly, rather embarrassed by the idea. Either way, she was in far too much pain to even focus on her fingers. She squirmed around, feeling her limbs being pulled to their limits. The brunette was pretty flexible, but Torment's grip only seemed to tighten as the submission kept going on. She really wanted to tap out, but she was far too egotistical to give up just yet. She was beginning to wheeze aggressively from a lack of air, and Yona's body was bent in ways it shouldn't have been. She didn't expect to be taken down like this, but at the end of the day, Torment was far more prepared to take down an opponent like Yona. Her opponent had a strong mastery over her fighting style that far surpassed Yona, like a game of rock, paper, scissors. Yona relying on her speed and flexibility for once in the battle was the right choice, but she wasn't adept enough to use them for anything other than defense. Her offense was undeniably useless against her devilish adversary, but even so, she tried to claw her skin to no avail. That's when she realized that continuing to fight was futile when she had been completely stumped. Torment had left her completely immobile. She even tried to idly kick towards the ropes, hoping she'd let go. However, feeling her shoulder being subtly dislocated, she taped onto the canvas once before stopping herself. She was crazy, but this was an entirely new territory for the undead wrestler.

Torment kept the submission locked in hard until Yona tapped out! The referee signalled the tap out to the audience.

Like as if a switch had been turned off, Torment immediately seemed to let go and snap back into normal angles, rolling off of Yona at the same time. With that she sat up and then jumped up to her feet as the referee came up and pulled her hand up to the air.

"Here's your winner, LAAAADYYYYY TORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMEEEEEEENT!" was the big cheering noise of the announcer met with the roars of the crowd. With that, Torment hopped on her feet like a ballerina, before doing small rapid claps to the crowd. With that, she stopped, looked at Yona, then walked up to her and reached a hand out to her.

Yona felt a bit upset that she'd lost to Torment, but even so, out came an opponent, and in came a friend. She held the blonde demon's hand and picked herself back up. She left her head down on the canvas, unable to shake off the feeling of defeat. She felt as if she could have won, but Torment had outsmarted her. Even so, for the first time in a while, she forced herself to seem happy for her opponent, genuinely taking quite an interest in them.

Torment just looked at Yona, ignoring the crowds cheers, before gently leading her under the ropes and out of the ring, still clutching her hand. She wasn't even giggling the whole way, it was in dead silence as they reached up the ramp and out of view.

Where were they going?

Well Yona would find out 5 minutes of being lead in silence later that Torment had brought her to the cafeteria. It seems she had stayed true to her word of that lunch Yona had mentioned.