Yona Giovani vs Monica Jackson: smother match

There was only a month left until the year ended, Yona beginning to contemplate her honestly unusual life. In a sense, her wrestling career had returned to how it was when she was Louise Heisenberg, but even so, she felt less like herself than ever. She felt like she had shown more emotions than she ever had during her days with LAW, or that her life has strayed away of her initial mission in exchange for a fruitful future in her industry. After her narrow triumph over Blossom, she finally decided to eat, putting two and two together that her body has been undergoing changes due to her hunger. She succumbed to her human side, asking Hazel if they wanted to have a meal. Of course, being the blind follower she was, Hazel bought her an entire buffet. She was an idiot, but at the very least, she was loyal. Now that she's tamed her bloodlust for now, Yona was going to come into this match as sadistic as ever. She wanted to not just hype up her audience, but show herself that she wasn't worn out from her constant matches. She hoped that Renee would show herself sooner, but she hadn't given a single response to her invitation to fight. Likewise, she was careful, both girls weren't going to make contact with each other unless the other did, so it would surely be a while until she found Renee.
In a way to get over her disappointment, she borrowed one of Iris' bottles of alcohol and drank the canonical story out of her mind. She didn't want to have to worry about her growing bloodlust. She was going to have fun, like she did in the past, and not work for her goal. She already had it, and she didn't need to impress anyone anymore. Not only that, but she just had to be herself, and enjoy doing it. She slapped herself twice, running into the arena, where she'd be greeted with a roaring wave of audience cheers. She did her iconic "teeth" gesture and climbed into the ring. The brunette glared at her opponent, the alcohol beginning to take over her mind. She stumbled around the ring, trying to approach her opponent. She grinned sadistically, quickly grabbing Monica's chin, putting her face close enough to hers that her adversary could smell the champagne on her lips.
"You're pretty... fucking stupid to get in the ring with me, but don't worry, I'll put that puppy face of yours to good use," she giggled, seeming as if she were on the verge of kissing the black-haired girl.

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