Lady Torment vs Yona Giovanni

Well, shit, Yona's plan didn't work as she was maneuvered into a tight submission. She couldn't even fight back as her waists were being slowly weakened. She moaned in a high-pitched tone, her arms not even being able to hold her upwards. In only a few minutes, the body scissors turned into somewhat of a chokehold. She could feel her opponent's soft belly, deprived of any muscles or physique. It was soft and smooth, making it easier for the brunette to settle into. At that point, she realized she needed to actually put in some more effort if she wanted to win. She at least had to put her pet in her place if she wanted her to be obedient. She grabbed the demon's legs and used all her strength to put her up on her back and slam her head into the canvas.
"Guess I'll have to tame you the hard way, huh?" She joked, taking a few steps back to leave some distance between the two, but not enough that she wouldn't be able to take advantage of her downed opponent.

When Yona managed to flip them both onto her front, and Torments face came smacking the mat, that wasn't actually what made her let go of her grip. No, what did make her let go was her surprise at the fact her tickling didn't work.

That was a first in a while! She figured Yona would be an easy person to make laugh but it seemed she has some thick skin she didn't account for. What a silly mistake on her part.

Torment lay on the mat as Yona slipped out from under her, feeling her lithe frame move, and looked up at the Graceful Undead now standing in front of her. Torment, oddly, didn't move at all, instead laying there on the mat in a semi sensual way, only her head curved up in an angle too high for normal people, making eye contact with Yona.

"He...hehe...."

Yona didn't want to hurt her, but she was curious—suddenly trying to kick her mask off. She put in just enough strength to snap a twig, but not enough to truly cause any real damage to any part of her face. The undead brunette even surprised herself as she moved faster than she ever had before. It wasn't as if she was getting some sort of brand-new power-up or anything like that; she was more taken aback by the fact that she had never used such speed until now. Glimpses of her heel attitude show in her reaction. Her innocent smile crept into a rather devious display of glee that she could let out her violent side.

Torment rolled a bit over onto her other shoulder as Yona threw in her kick (narrowly avoiding it). The kick would find itself missing Torments mask, and flying right up into an open palm that clamped itself tightly around her ankle.

If Yona didn't have a backup plan, Torment would then flip herself onto her back, pulling Yona's leg forward to throw the girl on top of herself. If she did, she would fall right on top of Torments torso.

Yona expected it to be a risk, having planned for such a scenario. She soon followed her failed kick with a front kick to her opponent's chin, causing her to collapse back-first onto the canvas. Though it only seemed to make Torment's game plan go even better than either would have expected, Yona, still in the grasp of her opponent, tugged toward her.

Though she did dodge and grab one leg, Torment didn't manage to grab the other leg that smacked her right in the mask, causing a loud THUK sound as boot connected with hard plastic. However, Yona still fell on the mat, and Torment didn't seem very bothered by the kick that had just smacked her in the masked face, and neither had she let go of Yona's first foot. Yona tugged towards her, and Torment reciprocated the attempt by yanking the girl up to her by her leg.

If Yona wasn't quick enough, Torment would try to wrap her arms around her Yona and keep her pinned to the mat for whatever the heck her next move would be.

In a flash, she squirmed out of her hand, quick to notice that Torment was trying to restrain her. She grinned sadistically, her body falling back onto the canvas. She was far more on edge than she had been before, sliding out of the way of her hands and spinning past the ropes. She seized the lowest strand, ensuring that she didn't fall out of the ring completely. She picked herself back up, unsure how far her arms could stretch. She decided that it would be best to test it out and see how far she'd go to catch the brunette. She jumped on the turnbuckle, running around the ropes with such bold precision. She even carefully stumbled about in a dancing position—basically taunting the demon to chase after her.

Torment stood up when the girl slipped out of her hands yet again. She's gonna need a new tactic to catch this slippery eel.

Pushing the ground with enough force, she threw her legs up and hopped into a kneeling position before standing up. She didn't chase after Yona, instead choosing to observe the girl. Her head was the only thing tracking her as Yona moved along the ropes, her little acrobatics display earning cheers from the crowd.

But Torment had already got her where she wanted.

The tall woman would snake a hand to one of the many black bandagings that wrapped her limbs, all of them ending in bow ties. Grabbing the one on her left wrist, she unravelled it, revealing the bandages were a lot longer than one would've anticipated. How many yards of that stuff had she wrapped on herself?

Whatever the case was, Torment did a ballet pose, the bandages moving along like a ribbon, before violently whipping the ropes Yona was walking on! The bandages had a shocking strength for how thin they looked, moving as quickly as a real whip. She didn't need to hit anywhere particular, because it would be more than enough to destabilise the tight roping.

Yona gasped in excitement; she thought the ribbon whip was incredibly awesome. She'd spend more time adoring it, but as soon as the whip snapped in her direction, she leaped out of the way, clinging to the turnbuckle—stable enough so that her attack wouldn't affect it. She surely did know how to analyze a situation, making sure to avoid the wobbling cords that kept them within the ring. She hissed, akin to a cat. She looked at her ankle to notice that it had been bruised in the attack. She might not have been fast enough to have fully avoided it, but she was glad it was a minor injury. It meant she could still spring from one steady turnbuckle to another.
"I guess you want to dance, huh?" she thought to herself, doing a ballet pose of her own.

Torment's head tracked Yona's movement. Yona was certainly very slippery, probably the slipperiest she had seen so far. But she knew that kind of speed comes at a cost, and the nick she left on her knee was just what was needed.

When Yona did her own ballet pose, Torment replied by her own ballet pose back and a bow of her head, before suddenly swinging her arm with the whip towards Yona's waist in a large sweeping arc!