Yona Giovanni vs Johnny Lee

Yona had been on the run for a month. By then, she was beginning to grow tired and weak. Her stomach growled, and she reeked of trash. Even so, she tried to see it as trial and tribulation. She solemnly believed she'd be fine, but she knew that her search for meaning ultimately led to losing everything she once loved but was blind to. All she had now was a fundamental obsession with being this cruel bitch of a wrestler that she's become. Maybe this was what she always wanted, but her hunger put a fairly tight leash on her mind. It squeezed out all the sympathy that was trying to hide within her. She could feel pain in her heart, being proven time after time that she had to be doing something wrong as a heel if she felt this guilty over her cruelty. Then again, it didn't matter because this was her life now, she could only brush off the feelings and hope that things keep going her way. She did lose her last match, but she didn't mind much, she still managed to maintain a loyal fanbase, and her plan was starting to bear fruits. It would only be a matter of time before she could get revenge on Renee and save her own life; she reminded herself never to forget why she was there. "There was more to Yona Giovanni, because there was still Louise Heisenberg," she told herself as she left her locker room to greet her adoring fans that somehow enjoyed her wicked deeds, and casually entered the ring, leaving her feelings at the door as she returned to her cold-hearted ways once her opponent arrived.