The Graveyard Girls Reunion

Despite it being the easiest match she had ever the displeasure of participating in, Yona and her teammates celebrated in the dining hall, all chugging on bottles upon bottles of alcohol. The brunette had already been drunk even before the match, but an hour had passed at this point, and she could feel the weight of her reality beginning to burden her heart and mind. This was all she could do to escape the bitter pain in her chest, remembering her time with Raven, alongside the fact that Renee hadn't yet taken the bait. In fact, Yona might've even completely destroyed her plan, as Renee didn't accept her invitation to fight right away. She knew she was hiding out in AFW, but the two have never crossed paths. The somber brunette slammed her glass on the table, resting her head near the shattered pieces. Phoebe was quick to worry, shouting in concern for her safety. She quickly grabbed Yona by her long bangs, bewildered that there was nowhere else to have the Greek woman rest.
Phoebe wondered why Hazel wasn't all that surprised to see her idol passed out, but after a slight glance in the blue-haired brat's direction, she immediately figured out why: she was already passed out as well. Iris laughed, amazed at how easy it was for both Yona and Hazel to get shit-faced drunk. She placed a hand over Phoebe's shoulder, suggesting that she let Yona rest on her shoulder. Her face reddened, unable to admit that she may have felt slight admiration for the brunette, despite Iris being able to easily tell that she was completely in love with her. Though, funnily enough, the purple-haired slut soon followed her friend's league, falling back on her chair in a drunken slumber. Phoebe sighed, feeling as if she's the only logical one on the team. She individually dragged both Iris and Hazel to a couch, coming back to Yona to admire her beauty. She stared at her for minutes, studying every little bruise and scar she had.
However, she snapped back into her seat, hearing a group of people approaching. Before long, interviewers were swarming the space, asking for an interview from Yona, Hazel, and Iris. Phoebe was more than frustrated that she was once again forgotten by the audience, but she saw an opportunity to put herself out into the spotlight. She explained the circumstances the girls have found themselves in and explained that she'd be doing the interview, managing to get everyone out of the dining hall so the girls could get some rest.

Raven had recently signed with AFW as well as still being signed to LAW taking a walk around the facilities getting to know the place as she just walked alone with her thoughts how her so called girlfriend ditched her and never even said goodbye which pissed Raven off beyond belief feeling like Yona just used her for a couple nights worth of sex and then got bored of her. Soon Raven came across the dining hall to see reporters surrounding and interviewing someone Raven just scoffing and forcing herself past the crowd and into the dining hall taking a look around seeing a few girls seemingly a bit drunk but she was a bit too far to really tell who any of them were right away.

It was truly unfortunate timing, the interviewers turning their backs on Phoebe and all gathering around Raven. She seemed appealing enough, and that was enough for them to leave the blonde nobody in the dust. She sighed, sitting on a nearby couch with Yona. She looked down at the ground, a bittersweet frown on her face. Phoebe doubted that she'd ever make it in the wrestling industry, especially as she lacked everything that make female wrestlers interesting. Furthermore, she was a complete loser, but with Yona, she felt slightly better in a way she had yet been able to describe. Speaking of her brunette teammate, the woman fell on her shoulder, Phoebe's cheeks reddening as she grew flustered. The drunk Yona, seemingly inside a rather wholesome wet dream, cuddled Phoebe, unaware of her actions in the real world. Phoebe didn't know how to react, but was certainly not opposed to it. Not until she heard Yona utter something under her breath, "Raven... I've missed you.. I-I'm.. sorry.."

Raven sat down a lone across the room from the other women basically ignoring them completely as she took out her knife and set it on the table before getting her phone out and began scrolling on it accidentally finding a picture of her and Yona becoming irritated as she stared at it wanting to break her phone before closing the photo and taking a deep breath and turning her phone off and resting her head on her arms hating herself and almost everybody else, before her first relationship failed Raven had always never cared much for the world but never exactly hated anyone without reason now she just despised everything and everyone wanting to beat every opponent she went against into a bloody mess just so she had something to take her anger out on.

Phoebe noticed Raven from across the room, her rough attitude being enough to scare off the crowd. The blonde jobber was pretty impressed by her skill; in all honesty, being intimidating to people felt far better to Phoebe than just not being noticed at all. She knew there was a good chance that the mysterious woman on the other side of the hall would completely ignore her like everyone else that wasn't her teammates, but even so, she took a chance, the alcohol finally starting to set in for her, though not too effective on her. She appeared to have a strong tolerance to the bottle's influence, which certainly did fit her personality. However, she knew she had to make a decent impression if she wanted to be seen by her peers, so she carefully placed Yona down on the couch and walked over to Raven. To her own surprise, she found out that she was pretty socially awkward around new people. She could barely get any words out as she extended a hand to the black-haired woman—an unnaturally crooked smirk forming on her lips.
"H....-Hi, I'm-uh Phoebe Vermillion, nice to meet you. I believe we're both wrestlers signed to AFW, right?" Thankfully, she instinctually returned to her method of asking basic questions with a bland, somber tone of voice. It wasn't a disrespectful attitude, but it tended to be interpreted as such very rarely. She just hoped Raven didn't think so at that moment; the heel looked like she could fold her in half.

Raven didn't really seem to notice or care as Phoebe approached her. Raven didn't even look at the woman as she spoke staring straight forward, Raven was never exactly the most social person in public but now she straight up didn't like talking to others that she didn't considering friends which she had very few of. Raven simply sighed before answering. "I'm Raven, go away" she said coldly giving the woman a quick glance as she answer before looking over to the unidentified woman on the couch and rolling her eyes.

In a way, Phoebe had begun to idolize Yona similar to how Hazel did, feeling a disgusted, sinking feeling when Raven glared at her partner. She gulped, even more afraid to confront Raven on her frustrations, but even so, she glanced over at the unconscious brunette. She stood in place, appearing as if her head was in the clouds. In an uncharacteristic moment of bravery, she looked back at Raven casually distraught and full of confidence. She slapped Raven, getting in her face like Yona would have.
"Don't look at her like that, she's more of a wrestler than you'll ever be, b-b-b-bitch..!" She hesitated near the end, her logical side beginning to awaken, and realizing that she might've fucked up badly.

Raven was suddenly and unexpectedly slapped. Her eyes widening slightly before an expression of pure anger and rage came across her face she she clenched her fist and quickly gave a hard punch to Phoebe's left side. Raven quickly got up from her seat and followed it up with punch to Phoebe's face aiming to knock the woman to the ground! "You fucked up you dumb bitch!" Raven shouted standing over Phoebe. Raven then stomped Phoebe's stomach "Give me a reason not to end your fucking career right now!" Raven said before stomping the woman's stomach once again.

Phoebe hadn't expected Raven's reaction to be as extremely hostile as it was, the blonde jobber restrained to the ground, and easily made work of. She barely even had time to react, being maneuvered and flipped on her ass, the rug floor cushioning her fall. She tried to stand up, quickly realizing that Raven's foot was on her bare stomach. Phoebe had decided to wear a thin shirt that night, soon regretting that decision when she looked at her body to realize that her shirt had torn, exposing her skin.
Despite constantly sporting a skimpy top in the ring, she became flustered, placing her arms on Raven's legs trying to shove it off. She didn't even want to talk anymore, terrified out of her mind to keep messing with her. However, she could feel Raven's shoe digging deeper and deeper into her belly. She squeaked in pain, pleading for the sadistic monster to let her go. She was almost on the verge of crying, but suddenly, someone ran up to her captor and sucker-punched her in the jaw, the blonde being freed: it was Yona. Phoebe stumbled behind her friend, leaving the tough conflict to her, knowing she was better off dealing with another heel than she was.
"Oui?! The fuck are you doing to my teammate?! Pick a fucking fight with someone your own size, bitch," Yona growled, placing an arm in front of Phoebe.

Raven was digging her shoe into Phoebe's stomach the woman's shirt torn as Raven glared down at her not letting up despite how much her victim struggled seeing her opponents pained expression. "What you going to start a fight then cry like a bi-?" Raven was cut off by a sudden punch to her jaw forcing her to stagger back holding her chin before looking up and glaring at.... "Yona?" Raven said with a surprised expression on her face before having an angered look not so much because of the punch but because of her ex lover showing up.