Yona Giovanni vs Siena Blaze

::the kick to the stomach would send Siena stumbling back and she would end up seated in the corner facing out and loking stunned. Seems she was once again biting off more than she could chew::

"So fucking pathetic!"* she shouted, almost sounding like a stuck-up brat. Yona had a somewhat deep voice, so it didn't register much until she spoke once again, *"Come on! Do something!"

::Siena looked like she was out of it and trying to gather herself as she sat in the corner. Was she truly stunned that bad...or biding her time?::

Yona didn't seem too amused by her opponent. She was far weaker than she had ever imagined. She left her guard open, and she went as far as to rest when there was no distance between the fighters whatsoever. It was almost as if she was being baited, or Yona just really caught the woman on a bad day. Even so, she had to do something or they'd just be standing there for hours. It was a bit out of left field, but she hugged her opponent, taking advantage of her position to repeatedly jab her arm into her belly as she continuously slammed the elbow of her other arm into the back of her opponent's neck.

::Siena would take the belly punches grunting with each hit but as Yona winded up for the elbow shot, Siena would suddenly duck away from the corner now trying to position herself behind Yona so that she was near the corner now and would aim an elbow shot of ehr own at Yona's eye area::

Yona stumbled back, getting elbowed in the face. She expected as much, fairly certain that the woman couldn't have made it this far in AFW without winning a match or two. Though, it definitely didn't do her any favors as she was blinded temporarily. She got into a basic defensive stance, not having the benefit of relying on her sight. With arms over her face, she was prepared to at least protect her face from any more attacks. She let out a long, sharp scream, feeling the pain in her eyes. She hadn't gotten a direct hit into her pupils, but her opponent's elbow did lean too hard onto her eyes. She was rather upset, but she managed to stay composed afterwards, waiting to feel some sort of physical contact with her opponent, prepared to strike immediately at the slightest touch.

::Siena would try to grab for Yona's hair and yell in her face:: You fucking German whore!!! ::Siena wasn't that smart and was making presumptions with Yona's last name and her "oui" comment earlier. If she was able to grab Yona's hair she would try to smash her head a few times into corner post after insulting her;:

Yona felt her hair being pulled, the girl not being able to do much about it as she suddenly had her head repeatedly bashed onto the post. She didn't want to give her opponent the satisfaction of hearing her agony, but she accidentally let out a soft groan by the third hit. She frantically moved her hands in every direction, until she managed to land on one of her opponent's wrists. She bent it, firmly keeping her arm within her grasp, and quickly sending a plethora of punches—some that landed, and others that didn't. She was even worse off now with her accuracy as she was in a bit of a daze, but she kept herself composed. Well, as composed as someone like Yona could be. "I'm Greek, you fucking [redacted for television]! And yeah, I'm the same whore that took your dad to bed last night!"

::Siena felt her wrist being grabbed at and before Yona could punch at her or even deliver that insult she would switch tactics and instead try to whip Yona to the opposite turnbuckle as hard as she could::

Yona must have completely lost her mind as she felt as if she had managed to get one over on her opponent, but was soon sent flying into the next turnbuckle. The brunette collapsed, not fully unconscious but put in a stalemate. She tried to pick herself back up, using the ropes, but she fell back down, having hit her back pretty hard. For the moment, she was her opponent's play-thing, until she could figure out a way to trick the woman. When the time was right, she'd change the tides of the battle in her favor.