Yona Giovani vs Elektra Burton: Boosted Beats n' Blood!

by Tarantulust Sun Dec 03, 2023 2:22 am

Match Type: Hardcore KO.
Victory Conditions: Fight will go on until one fighter is incapable of continuing. Last fighter standing wins.
DQ Conditions: None. Weapons and Low blows allowed.
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So, things were finally getting official.

The red rogue sat waiting in the changing room waiting for the clock to hit 3:00pm. It was her first match in a while, with Elektra and Maxene getting suspended for jumping Cicilia a few months back. Naturally, Elektra didn’t learn a thing from her suspension and was tapping her foot with increasing annoyance as time seemed to drag on as she glared at the clock. It was technically her debut fight, since this would be her first “official” bout with a member of AFW, but Elektra had already jumped a few members at this point. Unfortunately, the gym cameras caught up to her during her last scuffle, which is what led to the suspension. Now she had to play by the rules or else AFW would press charges for assaulting their fighters.

“Damn company with their high class lawyers, making me sit around here like a bottom bitch!”

“Only like one huh?”

A smug tone cut through Elektra’s violent thoughts, causing the ruffian to turn her glare onto her friend that sat beside her with a shit eating grin.

“Fuck off Maxene! Just ‘cause you got off easy because of your lawyer settin’ up a plea deal!”

The cool headed woman didn’t even flinch at Elektra’s harsh tone or threatening words. The two were close friends, despite their attitude towards each other. They had known each other for years, and had made a habit of bailing each other out of trouble. Even now, Maxene smirked at the fuming fighter like she was nothing more than a little girl throwing a fit.

“Don’t get mad at me~ My lawyer got us both off with a pretty good deal. Considering how many people we allegedly attacked throughout the months, having to sit around on a schedule and only fight on premises seems like a pretty decent probation status to be in…for the moment. I’ve already started digging into some of the managers of this place to find some dirt. Pretty soon, they won’t be able to touch us at all.”

Elektra knew her friend was right, but that didn’t make her feel any better. She liked to settle things quickly and violently! A rude punk like Elektra never understood why some people liked to be sneaky or diplomatic with a problem when things could be so much simpler. A few punches, some kicks, a couple of broken bats or chains and punishments and feuds would be solved a whole lot quicker. Maxene insisted that was just not how to do proper business, but it was definitely much more fun.

“Besides, shouldn’t you be more focused on your opponent for the night? I’ve heard she's been something of a spitfire here at AFW~”

Elektra only blinked, her blazing red eyes finally letting up for a moment…only to display a sense of confusion.

“Oh yeah? Who is it?”

Maxene clicked her tongue, not at all surprised that Elektra neglected her homework. But before Maxene could fill her in, there was a knock on the door. It was time for her match to start, and Elektra was far too keen to start a fight with someone! Jumping off her seat, Elektra rushed the door looking to get things started as soon as she could!

Whoever she is, I’ll make sure she gets a fight she’ll never get back up from!

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Elektra:

The crowd was already warmed up from the night's previous matches. This upcoming match was the third one for the night, and it was clear how things were going to go with the audience when Elektra stepped out onto the ramp. A HUGE wave of booing and jeers rained down onto the vile villainess as she showed each side of her walkway her favorite finger without giving them a second look. Maxene and Elektra didn’t have many fans, and the primary reason was their lack of official matches and fights outside of the ring…but seeing as this was her quasi-debut, Elektra decided to give everyone a genuine reason by telling them where they could stick it! Curses, slurs, and a few other unflattering things left the ruthless renegade’s mouth before stepping into the arena. Her overbearing theme blasted over the speakers, tearing at people's eardrums while she smirked at the chorus of her song.

When the vibrations from her theme finally stopped shaking the walls, Elektra would lean back into her corner, waiting for her opponent to arrive. Elektra didn’t know who it was, and didn’t care. She just wanted to break something of theirs and get some blood pumping…and maybe some blood on the floor too~

by Cleomori Sun Dec 03, 2023 6:12 pm

With fourteen wins, and six losses, here comes the Wicked Queen of Roses—The Masked Beauty—and the most notorious heel since the emergence of Louise Heisenberg—Yonaaaaaa Giovanni!!

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This match came at quite the strange time in Yona's life; the notorious heel having finally met her mother, and there was only a day left until her big rematch against her rival, Renee Steinhauser. This week had been long, and strangely fruitful in terms of her personal life. Riding off the emotional distress she was feeling, she threw her feelings for Phoebe out there, and now the two were a couple. They hadn't fully talked it over yet; frankly, the brunette didn't think they'd have much of any time to talk about it for the next few days. She had too much going on for her to spend too much time on one thing, but she hoped this match would clear up her mind. At least, that was until she came into her locker room to see her fellow horsemen bickering like kids over the last slice of pizza.
"Are you guys fucking ninja turtles or something?!" Yona remarked, snatching the pizza and eating it in front of the three.
"Yona, you fat whore! I haven't eaten all day!!" Iris groaned; somehow staying positive despite her own girlfriend going missing for a few days now. However, the purple-haired harlot didn't dwell on anything much, or maybe she did: she didn't exactly show any fear, but internally, Iris was trying to convince herself it was nothing. After all, she might have just gone on a business trip or something of the sorts.
Yona poked her belly, and stuck up the middle finger at her teammate, Phoebe fairly quiet ever since Yona had walked into the space. Yona didn't say much to her either; there wasn't much either could even say. After all, Yona had other things to worry about, and that their future together was something they had to save for later. She felt bad that she didn't have the confidence now to confront her (technically) girlfriend, but she had to focus on her career now—there was only room in her personal life for wrestling at the moment, and her revenge for Renee, which was coming soon.
Hazel, on the other hand, cuddled Iris, not paying much attention to the whole pizza fiasco anymore. Yona was taken aback that the brat was being so affectionate with Iris today, but it wasn't really her business to judge. However, she took surprise to the fact that Hazel soon embraced Yona and Phoebe in the hug. Yona wasn't sure how to feel, but she did feel a warmth in her heart from it. Phoebe looked like she was going to cry, and Iris was obviously trying to put on the facade of a smile, the drunkard surely thinking about Dawn.
After a few seconds of an awkward hug, Yona pushed herself away and gave a soft smile. She might've cared for them, but at this point, they would be rendered absolutely loyal slaves to her. If she wanted to be the best, she would need to have no equals, only people that were in the palm of her hand. Most would deem it evil, yet she saw it as just what was needed to build her empire of a career. She never saw herself getting this far into wrestling; not even in her wildest dreams. She was only a day away from the match that could make or break her career going forward. She either finally solidified her place as someone to keep your eyes on, or succumb to the weight of her rival, who had been gaining some momentum of her own. Yona looked down, overwhelmed by her prospects. Though, it didn't matter much in the ring; she was going to be the same Yona Giovanni she had always been, and on the bright side, she wouldn't need to hide her identity anymore. She'd commissioned a new attire, which had arrived, but she was waiting to wear it during her match with Renee.
The girls surely must have seen it by now, but she wasn't going to address it just yet. Yona opened the door, and walked out of the room—her teammates wishing her luck on her next match against someone called Elektra Burton.
Soon, she'd walk into the stadium, overcrowded with fans of both fighters—most cheering for Yona. The two were both pretty cruel heels, but it appeared that Yona was the more approachable one out of the two, which worked in her favor. It always did. The brunette, for the first time in a while, did her iconic pose, where she placed two fingers between her lips, and stretched them back, showing her teeth. All the cameras were centered on her, the audience bursting into pure excitement for the fight. Yona kept her head down, trying to hide a dumb smile on her face. She slid into the ring, coming face to face with Elektra. She didn't know much about her opponent, but it never mattered to her. She was just going to be another stepping stone in her proud villain arc. The short-haired, pale-skinned brunette spat in Elektra's face, just like she would any other girl that stepped into the ring with her, and shoved her aside—a fierce, scarlet glare dazzling through her pupils. She truly looked like a wicked queen of roses; what a name that was. It was what people used to refer to her nowadays, and it just might stick.
"Damn, you're pale as fuck! Did I already scare you that much?!" Yona remarked; her usual devilish grin appearing on her face—an attempt to frustrate her opponent before the bell even rang.

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Match Attire:

by Tarantulust Mon Dec 04, 2023 2:42 am

Patience wasn’t Elektra’s forte. Giving the audience members a show was one thing, but satisfying her own urges was always at the top of her priorities list, and she was genuinely hoping that whoever this new face was didn’t take too long. When the stranger’s theme finally started to play over the speakers, Elektra’s blood began to start pumping as a wicked grin split across her face! The figure she saw step out into the crowd was a delightful sight! No one in the entire arena was happier to see Yona than the Red Ruffian as the villainess walked down the ramp and posed to the adulation of her fans. It wasn’t too hard to discern why someone as blunt and brutal as Elektra would be excited to see Yona as the heel climbed up into the ring, and began to move towards her. Elektra’s smile remained on her face, up until Yona walked up and spat in her face! Very quickly, a flame burst to life behind Elektra’s eyes as her jaw clenched tight! Her smile remained, if only to morph into something akin to baring her teeth as the woman made a snide remark towards her.

Wiping away the droplet of saliva on her face, Elektra’s burning ember eyes met Yona’s with murderous intent. Yona managed to achieve her goal in record time as Elektra moved to bump her chest against the smaller woman! Looking ready to throw down then and there!

“Scared? Sorry, is that what it looks like?!? I think I was just trying to keep from getting sick, what with your fucking song and dance you did coming in here! Couldn’t help but notice the mask though…S’matter? Slipped away from the Circus?!?”

The red renegade knew exactly what Yona was doing! If Elektra wasn’t thinking about rearranging her teeth, she could have respected the strategy. Unfortunately, Yona was the sad little grunt they sent out to get crunched tonight~ In a fight between heels, the most ruthless fighter usually won! And nobody was as vicious as Elektra was!

Without waiting for the bell, Elektra would swing her leg up and look to score an early low blow between Yona’s legs! The punk rocker was more than happy to prove herself the worst of the worst in this ring!

by Cleomori Mon Dec 04, 2023 4:19 pm

As Elektra's boot sunk up Yona's crotch, she only seemed to become more frivolous, her smile stretching into something far more unnatural. It was a smug deterrent for her opponent, the brunette having taken worse damage from her girlfriend before. Though, the feeling did help her feel like her old, usual self again, Yona immediately following up with an early code breaker. She wasn't trying to end the match too fast, but her mind was filled to the brim with sadistic moves she wanted to try on her, and humiliate her with, so she needed to knock her out first. Yona trusted her superiority, not giving much validation to her opponent's comments.
"This circus freak is going to kick your ass, how about that?!"
She quickly maneuvered her hips in a position that would easily thrust her back on her feet, the heel far more athletic than most would have expected. Yona wasn't going to give away all her cards before her fight with Renee, but she wanted to prove something with this match. It wasn't all too common for her to fight other heels, so it was a nice opportunity to solidify herself as the GOAT. She was going to be ruthless as be, taking full advantage of her skill set.
In fact, she felt a bit idiotic for never fully utilizing her vast abilities, such as flexibility and being able to mimic her opponent's moves easily. She had struggled with the latter initially, but she was feeling confident about her strongest weapon; after all, ever since she joined AFW, she had honed her body to its limit. She wasn't the same, soft-tummied Yona from the past—well, that was a lie, she still had a bit of weight in her gut, but it was barely noticeable when she moved like a fierce jaguar.

by Tarantulust Sun Dec 17, 2023 2:17 am

Elektra didn’t hesitate! She’d committed low blows before, and she’d long since learned that the quicker and harder you hit, the easier it was to ground an opponent and leave them a sobbing mess on the floor! She was sure this masked kid wouldn’t be any different than the dozens of others the red renegade had pulled this stunt on, and it all happened too fast for her to even try to defend herself!

WHUMP!

A direct hit! Right on the mark as Eleketra’s leg scored right in between Yona’s! Elektra mentally prepared for the loud, fog horn scream that came when committing the misdeed. Maybe there would be some tears, or even a bit of vomit or just plain blood, but there was always a reaction of sorts, pained or otherwise. However, when half a second passed by, and there was nothing on Yona’s face, Elektra noticeably cocked her head in confusion. When the ear-to-ear splitting smile suddenly ripped across Yona’s face, Elektra was quite noticeably unsettled…though, not perhaps for the right reasons. The fiery rage in her eyes blinked out into plain disgust as Elektra suddenly jumped to a conclusion.

“Ewww…are you into that?!? How much shit you shove in there to make it that numb, freak?”

Elektra made a sour expression like she smelled something noxious and foul as she pulled back her leg and retreated a step. Her over the top disgust seemed to distract her from what she was doing, as Yona quickly grabbed her shoulders and yanked her close! Driving her knees into the rowdy red-heads chest with a codebreaker! The blow hurt like hell! And it sent Elektra flying back to crash hard onto the canvas! Instantly, the disgust burned away into Elektra’s regular, blood-lusting hostility! It was hard to tell what was redder: her outfit or her face!

Rolling away, Elektra would pound her fists into the floor like a mad bull stomping the ground! Her eyes locked on the masked figure, snarling her teeth as though she were an animal getting ready to charge forward and snap down on her foe! Instead, Elektra got back up, her eyes burning red as she clenched and unclenched her fists! Too energetic and adrenaline pumped to stop and think!

“I’LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING BACK IN HALF FOR THAT, YOU SNOT NOSED LITTLE GARBAGE PUDDLE PUKE!” She roared!

Her voice bounced off the walls of the vast stadium, and came charging like a locomotive! Each step shook the ring as Elektra squeezed her fists tight like cinder blocks! Her plan, if anyone could call primal thinking planning, was simply to pound Yona to paste with a flurry of jabs, hooks, and whatever else Elektra felt like punching with! At the moment, all she was seeing was red, and the only thing that would calm her down was making some red blood start streaming out of Yona’s annoying face!

by Cleomori Sun Dec 17, 2023 4:46 am

Yona scoffed at her opponent; the heel coming off as the superior, with her apathetic demeanor towards Elektra. The frankly, savage daredevil hadn't even been professional for an entire year yet, but she was so incredibly experienced that it was hard to tell that she was new to this. Then again, she had suffered through more than most would in their entire life, and with each disaster, came another chance for her to grow. She had gone from a newbie to quite the formidable foe in less than seven months, so it was fair for everyone to place their bets on her, after all, she was the star heel. In such little time, Yona had cultivated an entire nation worth of admirers that rooted her during her twist and turn, even without knowing her real relation to the missing Louise Heisenberg.
On the other hand, she wasn't going to completely count out her opponent. That was a lesson she's had to learn too many times, but it wouldn't stop her from overestimating herself. In this occasion, she truly was more experienced with around forty matches on her belt, but she kept the back of her mind reserved for suspecting every little move Elektra made. Needless to say, in the ring, you should never trust a heel; not for a minute. They could hide in sheep's clothing, and strike like wolves, akin to how the brunette would at that very moment. Her opponent took her first step onto the canvas, Yona, in an instance, running up to the hot-headed bitch and attempted to dropkick her out of the ring, or at least, to the ropes.
"Yah-know, you're the type of heel that makes us look like nasty meatheads with daddy issues?!" Yona quipped; a psychopathic look in her eyes.

by Tarantulust Sun Dec 24, 2023 10:32 pm

“I’M THE-” Elektra sputtered, her fiery gaze locked onto Yona like a torpedo in the water, “ARE YOU STUPID?!?! If we’re talking Daddy issues maybe you should get some pants that’ll fit your fatass! My belt is bigger than those shorts!”

Elektra had a mouth, but Yona’s was writing some pretty expensive checks she wouldn’t be able to cash once the red renegade got her hands on her…or more specifically, around her throat! And as Elektra climbed back up to her feet, Yona would do her the favor of coming to her! The nasty little twerp must have thought Elektra was born yesterday, with her heavy footsteps giving her position away to even the most blinded of foes! She was quick to get on her feet, expecting a punch or a tackle! But instead, the little twerp jumped?!? It caught Elektra off guard for only a second, but by then Yona had thrown out her legs in a kick, ready to bury her heels into her opponent. Elektra would quickly throw up her arms in defense, taking the brunt of the hit but sending her stumbling into the ropes!

A growl slipped through her clenched teeth as she shook the pain from her arms. Boot prints were visible on her forearms up until she used the ropes to spring her forward at Yona! Elektra was going to give her a pair of prints herself! Looking to jump into the air and stomp on Yora’s back while she was still down!

by Cleomori Mon Dec 25, 2023 4:15 am

Yona managed to get in a good kick, as she expected of an expert such as herself, but one thing she didn't foresee was that her opponent would recover from the risky attack so quickly—Elektra leaping above her, and stomping on her back as if she were a cockroach. She groaned in pain, her stomach smothered on the canvas, and the side of her face colliding down alongside it. The thud was loud, the brunette having her spine placed under severe pressure. It wasn't anything she was new to, but if she let this go on, she'd be dead meat. Being a heel herself, she knew what Elektra was capable of doing at this advantage, and Yona, for one, was not in the mood to be the butt of any jokes.
She quickly dug her nails on the canvas, trying to drag her body out from under her adversaries boot, but she wasn't sure how much that would help. In fact, she was writhing in pain, her soils shredding her back lightly. There was no question, she had been hit with a hard case of karma once again. She didn't know how many times she'd have to learn this lesson, before she finally broke, but she certainly was regretting not taking her all that seriously—that she'd have time to recover from a move that would leave herself vulnerable for a few minutes.
It seemed unreasonable to be the one scolding herself, but mentally, she was disappointed in herself—certainly a new feeling to say the least. Maybe it had something to do with her mother, but she didn't want to unpack that can of worms, especially when she had Phoebe to worry about, a team to lead, and a rematch with the woman that ruined her life in just one more day. She took this match, against the better judgement of her teammates, to truly test herself before confronting Renee, but in the end, she didn't have it in her to take Elektra seriously. She was rightfully confident about her skills, but it didn't stop her from still being human. The thought that she was capable of being hurt, or taken down in her climax, by anyone other than her rival was maddening. She growled loudly, her hubris taking over. Against HER OWN better judgement, she chose to believe in her pride. After all, it's what got her this far, and it's what made her a damn good heel. No one would take that from her; the anger in her heart left from a parental void. It was ironic that she had mommy issues, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from moving forward.
"I know my ass is fat—Your dad told me that last night when I was pegging him," Yona remarked, truly juggling between snarky sadism and unresolved childhood angst.

by Tarantulust Sun Jan 28, 2024 11:53 pm

Elektra stomped down on Yona’s downed form without any regard for her safety. To pay the young upstart back for her earlier insolence, the red renegade would imprint a pair of deep heel marks into her back! To the young punk’s credit, she didn’t scream or cry like Elektra thought she would. But the fight was really only just getting started. And Elektra was already rip roaring mad at her prey that was pinned like a bug under her boot! Every move Yona made only earned her more pressure from her domineering foe, whose sneer seemed to turn into a wolf grin! Each of her teeth bared in a disgusting display of sadistic pleasure.

“Havin’ a hard time, BITCH?!?” She barked, pushing her heel deeper into Yona’s back!

Small, audible cracks were heard from Yona’s spine! The shifting, heavy pressure was enough to make Yona’s muscles tense and squeeze themselves, leading to small cramps and screaming nerves! But it looked like what was tormenting Yona most was actually in her own mind.

Possibly trying to distract herself, Yona would start to fling verbal mud once again! Telling Elektra about her supposed night out with her father. The pressure from Elektra’s boot pressed down harder than before, but Elektra only rolled her eyes at the juvenile taunt.

“Figures a girl like you would fuck some prick twice your age.” The heel muttered.

Leaning down, Elektra would look to grab a handful of Yona’s hair and pull her back, using her foot to bend the smaller woman at a painful angle as the yanked hair pulled at her scalp!

“Y’know, the natural parent people insult is the Ma, right? But ya went after my dad!”

That nasty smirk flashed as Elektra looked to yank Yona’s hair even further back! As though she wanted to break her back right then and there!

“That’s…what? The second time ya brought it up in under a few minutes? Daddy never hug ya or something, slut?”

by Cleomori Mon Jan 29, 2024 11:27 pm

Yona was fairly confident that she was going to escape the boot rather easily, but to her misfortune, Elektra snatched the strands of her short hair and yanked her back, bending her without an ounce of concern for her safety. The brunette cried out in pain; her opponent's heel digging deep into her spine, and the skin on her stomach feeling as if it were on the edge of tearing apart. She tried to reach out for Elektra's hands—nails grazing gently against her opponent's knuckles.
She had truly met her match, but from the start, that was to be expected. This was a challenge for her to show why she deserved her reputation as the most wicked woman in AFW. However, she could feel her heart sink to her stomach, hearing her opponent mention anything about her own parents. She never knew her father all that well, but in the faint memories she has of him, she can still feel an unconditional warmth for the man. He hadn't abandoned her—their final moment together replaying in her mind.
Yona shrieked once again in pain, shaking her head violently. She hated how all her repressed memories just kept coming back to her. It was so much easier to hide it when she was young and alone, but for some reason, she's haunted by her past, as people from her family begin to slowly hone in on her. Primarily, her grandmother's sister, Aya Zahara. She had no clue what the Hell was up with her, but she knew all she needed to know—the false deity was using her for something. She could try to ignore her all she wanted, but there was no escape from the roots of her existence. From vague mirages of women she seemingly never met, and chaotic images of times someone else in her body had lived.
All the purity left within the winter snow of a distant time in her life was soiled by a puddle of red, soaking into the pale layers. The head of a man, looking lifelessly at her. She squinted her eyes, pushing it into the back of her mind, just like always. She had a bitch to deal with, and if she didn't do anything now, the pain would only get worse.
"Fuck you, bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" Yona growled, suddenly shoving her body upwards, even with her opponent's foot on her back. She struggled through the pain, attempting to get back up on her feet.
The brunette was more than open to attacks, but if given enough time, she'd mentally recover, and flip around like a ballerina, sending a kick to Elektra's side.

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