Lady Torment vs Yona Giovanni

Yona hadn't noticed before, but the reality around them had changed slightly. The arena had been glitching, and the people weren't even in the same art style. Even so, she cutely grinned, revealing that she had picked paper. She felt fairly proud that her luck had come back to her. She barely even felt the pain that her hand surely must've been feeling from being crushed. She nuzzled her hand as a sign of peace, still wanting to make the demon her faithful companion.

Torment looked at Yona nuzzling her hand, and just seemed to roll with it.

She immediately let go of her armbar hold and in a second, wrapped her free arm around Yona's neck, bringing one of her knees up to an unnaturally high angle, showing off her contortionist skills, to pin the arm she had just been holding.

With the arm that had formerly been gripping her wrist, Torment brought up the scissors sign. Some were flabbergasted in the audience that she was STILL managing to play Rock Paper Scissors at the same time as constricting her opponent.

Yona cleared her throat softly—the world around her began to spiral violently. She discerned that her perception of reality wasn't quite flawless. Her arms were abnormally long, spreading down to the canvas and over to the other side of the ring. Yona didn't even realize that rainbow blood was trickling down her nose. The brunette barely even wanted to think about it; she was more interested in winning the final round. Well, that was until she coincidentally sniffed her opponent. She immediately noticed that it was a familiar scent. It was an aphrodisiac, which she was allergic to. It caused her to come to her senses and slip from her opponent's grasp. She flung herself to the opposite side of the ring, looking up at the massive demon. She still thought she was the cutest thing she'd ever laid eyes upon, but she wasn't going to let it stop her from winning the match. She barked, pulling out scissors, her objective in the match seemingly the same as before. In a way, she idealized the demon, seeing how she could be a great companion, like a boy and his pet dog.

Torment had kept the hold up, until she noticed the small amount of blood that slowly trickled out of Yona's nose. This caught her attention and she softened her hold, which was just what Yona needed to slip out and get some distance from her. Torment stared at her seemingly blankly, with her body language being one of confusion. She then raised one of her arms and seemed to sniff her armpits, then look back at Yona. She stood back up, her hand still in scissors pose.

Looks like that was a tie.

She then slowly hunched forward, tilting her head. Her shoulders shrugged rather inqusitively, then brought a finger up to her chin.

Yona couldn't resist, somehow feeling bad that the demon thought she smelled bad. The loving brunette placed her mask lower to her nose, running over to the girl to embrace her leg. She rubbed on it softly, wanting to reassure her that nothing had changed between them. She thought if she was going to stay with AFW, she should at least make an ally first, and this one seemed to be a match made in Hell for both fighters.

Torment seemed ready to face Yona, perhaps give another rock paper scissors and maybe another submission hold.

But when Yona charged at her, it was in such a strange stance she didn't even break her pose as Yona came and hugged her well built leg. Torments mask just looked at the girl, an awkward silence as Yona rubbed her leg, before tapping her on the head, and if Yona were to look up, Torments face would tilt in an inquisitive way, her hand making a questioning motion, and humming "Hmmmm?"

Torment knew this was a wrestling match, but frankly this girl was making Torment legit wonder if there was someone laughing out there right now.

Yona wasn't going to sugarcoat it mentally; she had watched an episode of South Park where Cartman befriended Cthulhu, and she wanted to try replicating it herself. It was a bit silly, but it was better than focusing on the more serious things in her life. It was out of sync with how she acted during her last few matches, but at the same time, it was practically a return to form for her as it began to feel like nothing had changed from a few months ago. She enthusiastically pulled out a paper gesture, hoping to win round three. She wasn't sure where they'd go from there, but she wanted to stall fighting the obviously demonic force for as long as she could. She wasn't exactly afraid. Actually, she was excited by the thought that her opponent might pounce on her. If she attacked her, she knew that it meant she could go full-on savage with the rather demonic animal in the ring with her. However, if the game went without a single hitch, she'd come out with a meaningless loss and a new, powerful ally.... and a friend—not as important, but it was still a benefit.
She looked up at her, seeing her confused reaction. She simply smiled and showed her the hand she dealt.
"Rahh!" She roared, childish bliss in her tone. (Her allergies might have still been flaring up despite her not-so-well-done precautions.)

Torment observed Yona carefully, her reflective eyes on the mask seemingly making it look like she was leering at her, hiding what her true glance at the brunette was. Nevertheless, Torment kept her stance after her inquisitive motions, until she raised her own hand, ready to seemingly strike Yona, only for her hand to stop short of Yona's face.

She had pulled scissors. Her fingers snapped in a scissors motion.

"He...heheheehehee...."

The taller woman grabbed Yona by the hair roughly, dragging her up to her feet. She didn't do anything, she just stood there, seemingly menacingly staring right into Yona's eyes.

"Wah?!" Yona gasped, letting herself be pulled above the ring. She had lost their little game, and now all that was left was to see what her opponent would do next. She wasn't exactly intimidated, but she felt as if she had lost her favor and that she was on the verge of snapping. Somehow, though, she decided to go down peacefully, taking off her top for a split second to flash the demon, hoping that sex appeal would work this time.

The sudden flash of her gams was initially met with Torment not saying anything, not even her head shaking or moving. She just stood there, her hand clasped on Yona's hair, her head hunched forward towards the brunette's face....

before in a quick flash, she had moved behind Yona, wrapping an arm around her neck, and wrapping her legs in a bodyscissors around Yona's waist! She fell backwards, dragging Yona along with her as they crashed on the mat.

And with her free hand, the notable sharp nails on her slowly inched towards Yona's skin around her jaw.........before suddenly started making rapid motions, sending tickling sensations all across Yona's upper body while she was being constricted at the same time.