Yona Giovanni vs ‘The Princess of Lucha’ Blossom

Yona was pretty enthusiastic about her career. She had taken a fairly easy win over her last opponent, Hikaru. She was even giddy enough to match Iris and Hazel's energy. The three spent hours last night talking about all sorts of irrelevant topics. It was certainly interesting, to say the least, but it did help her feel far more reassured about her place in AFW. Now, here she was, walking down the corridor into the arena. It was the same as any other time; she greeted the fans and gave them a spectacular to enjoy. Before she could even process it, she was already inside the ring. She was excruciatingly hungry, but at this point, it felt as if her hunger had become who she was. It had taken over her mind like a parasite. However, she was still fundamentally herself; she would win this match as the same old Yona she always was. During her conversation with Iris yesterday, she reminded her that she even had parents to begin with, and it may have clung to the dark recesses of her mind. She was beginning to see faint memories of her childhood, but it was hard to make out. The bright lights only seemed to make the visions more noticeable, yet they were still blinding. She waited for her opponent, everything being completely, utterly, and entirely normal.

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