Taraab Nasir vs Yona Giovanni no DQ, no pinfall, no submission, only knock out

Taraab Nasir was a very rich and very cruel lady so of course she wanted a no DQ, no pinfall, no submission match, the only way to win was by knock out,  as her first match in AFW. Taraab hated this Yona girl because she was disrepectful and well even though she was very much the same way she had standards, she walks down the ring, her theme playing loud and she waits.

After her two-part feud with the Hyuga sisters, Yona felt significantly weakened. In spite of the fact that she got the victory over the two girls, she could admit that they managed to cause some long-lasting damage to both her leg and her body as a whole. She took a week off from fighting, but if she stayed out of the ring any longer, she'd surely lose the momentum she's built over her last seven matches. Maybe she was pushing herself far too much, but the quicker she revealed her identity, the easier it would be to live as her real self. She could finally put her career with LAW to rest, and she could finally move on from Raven, her brother, and Renee.
To an extent, you could argue that she was anxious to escape her past. She even slept in her wrestling attire, waiting restlessly on her locker room bench for the match to start. The whole time, she thought about how the Hyuga sisters reminded her of her own brother. She never had a perfect relationship with him behind the scenes, but she tried her best to be a good parent rather than a sister. She felt as if it kept her down to be that motherly figure in his life. She had to sacrifice her own needs for him, but like Raven once mentioned, she maybe didn't really need to. Nonetheless, he picked a complete stranger over her. Fuck that; she was going to go into this match and win. The moment she heard people begin to cheer, she left the locker room, motivated to put her all into the fight. She walked down the ramp, greeting her largely growing fanbase. The love was infectious, and it seemed to spread to more new fans. She slid under the ropes and crawled into the ring, making sure not to put too much pressure on her leg. By then, her opponent had already been waiting for her, smug as she would have expected from a rich girl.
She's always had a rocky relationship with the wealthy, but after her time at LAW, she felt as if she hated them. They were just like her, but after avoiding death multiple times, she began to feel like they didn't even work for their success. She could talk the talk, but she sure as hell bet she couldn't actually put up a good fight. Though, she was bold enough to sign up for a knockout-only match, she had some guts. Too bad she was going to beat the guts out of her. She walked up to her opponent and slapped her, desperate to show her superiority to such an egotistical bitch (the hypocrisy).
"Better put up a good fight, or else you're going to need a lot of money for surgery," she whispered to her.

" I can say the same thing to you, put on a good fight or else. " The bell rang and Taraab started circling Yona.

As the bell rang, Yona revolved around the ring alongside her opponent. She kept a close eye on her, giving her like-minded foe a subtle smirk. She put a thumb between both lips, sticking her tongue out as she showed her teeth. She was sure Taraab would send the first attack, but Yona trusted in her ability to take it. She was sure that the Egyptian wasn't even stronger than that veteran she defeated.
"I'm sure you heard what I did to my last opponent who had a hijab," she chuckled, glancing wickedly at her opponent's head, "I think I'll outdo myself this time."

"Yes I did hear that but you won't be getting mine. " Taraab said and goes for the first move an elbow to the jaw of Yano.

Yona took the jab, studying the strength she put under the attack. She wasn't much of a hard hitter; she could only hit as hard as a schoolgirl. She laughed hysterically, sweeping Taraab's leg and flipping her onto the canvas. As of recently, Yona has been showing signs of improvement in terms of her coordination and moves. It was due to her daily routine of looking back on her matches and learning to mimic as many moves as she could, which seemed to fully come into play. Even she was shocked by her improvements, never truly being able to see herself as anything other than the underdog. However, in this match, she was the one predicted to win—she had the experience and strength to overwhelm Taraab, but she wasn't going to let it fully get to her head. She was a savage, but she wasn't exactly an idiot. She knew that just gave her opponent the same opportunities she had in her past matches. She went all-out, wanting to avoid fighting a part of herself she knew she wouldn't win against—the underdog.
In the midst of her opponent tumbling over, Yona sent a straight punch to her face, extraditing the speed at which she fell, "stay down before I stop holding back!"

Taraab hissed and attempted to escape the hold, Yona did have more matches under her belt but Taraab had more willpower and she refuses to give up even when injure she never gives up. "How about you go fuck yourself you whore! " Taraab hissed out and started to squirm.

"Big words for such a small girl," she smiled sadistically, keeping her grasp on the girl and moving it towards her neck. She clung tight, repeatedly punching her nose until her opponent eventually shed some blood. She had been called a whore lots of times, but it never truly got to her. Moreover, hearing those words come out of the mouth of such an overconfident rat certainly cheered her up.

" SMALL I AM 5'9 YOU DUNCE! " Taraab grabs yona's hand and refuse to let go and started crushing it.

"Huh, wow, you're taller. Couldn't tell from how much of a pussy you seemed to me," she smirked, not feeling an ounce of pain from her hand.
She carefully backed up, wanting to send a boot into her crotch, but to her surprise, her opponent had a good grip. It was too tight for her to be able to slip out of it, so she decided to stay close but was on guard. She clawed at her belly accidentally as she tried to reach for Taraab's face. The Undead gal took the opportunity to follow it up with a knee to her stomach and a few more kicks to her hips. She hoped it would be enough to make her let her go, but she didn't expect her to. At least, if she didn't, she'd get to keep beating on the Egyptian fighter.