Fumiko Hyuga vs Yona Giovanni

Fumiko was surely strong enough to push the tides in her favor, but Yona hadn't expected to be maneuvered so quickly into a wrist lock. In pain, Yona muffled her gentle moans by placing her lips on the canvas. She wouldn't allow her opponent the pleasure of seeing her in pain so soon into the match. She sent a kick to the back of Fumiko's head, taking the chance to slide away from her. She didn't want to put too much distance between the two, but she left just enough room for the brunette to get back on her feet. She was no idiot, experienced in fighting stronger opponents by now, but even after the absolutely destructive matches she'd gone through before; she still wanted to challenge Fumiko to a test of strength—more specifically, she wanted to have a fistfight. Yona truly stood no chance physically, but she didn't care. To her, she loved the thrill of a good old-fashioned fistfight, even if it tended to be where all her worst injuries came from. A grin soon replaced her casual expression, Yona raising her fists, gesturing that she wanted to throw hands.

Fumiko looks at Yona and nod at her, happily accepting to fistfight her.
" Okay you want to throw hands with me then let's dance. "
Fumiko said as she raises her fist up in a fighting stance ready to brawl. She smirks and waits until Yano gets up.

Yona goes for the defensive, putting her guard up as she approaches Fumiko. She had to get a good measure of how hard her hits were, so she allowed her to try and break her defense first, before she could throw some hits of her own.

Fumiko punches Yona's gut and then attempted to kick Yona's knee.
" Come on bitch. "
Fumiko hissed and stares at Yano.

Yona noticed the oncoming attack but wasn't fast enough to block off her stomach. She spat out blood, shock written all over her face. She stumbled back, avoiding Fumiko's kick to the knee. She quickly followed it up with a strong left jab of her own, using all her strength to knock Fumiko back.

Fumiko stumble back and punches Yano with a right hook on the right cheek. She let out a low growl and kicks Yano's right knee.
" Come on let's just go out, no blocking just punching and kicking until one of us falls. "

Yona knew her guard was her strongest asset in a fight like this, but either way, she decided to rely on her strong resistance to hits. She had taken worse hits than this before, and she wasn't going to back down to some bitch with daddy issues. She let attacks stun her for minutes but didn't seem to fall back down. She was motivated to keep staying up, which was fairly new to her. She'd never had this much strength to stay standing. Perhaps she just didn't like losing to kind girls like her who put her cold, cruel attitude to shame. She aggressively threw an uppercut, followed by a hook to her opponent's jaw. She began to use her strange ability of perfect muscle memory to quickly hone her boxing skills. Her body had grown tighter than ever, her face stern and cold, Fumiko managing to get her this serious.

Fumiko stumble back but quickly regains herself and punches the lip of Yano.
" Damn whore. "
Fumiko tackles Yano down and started punching her Yano's chest as they continue to brawl, she wasn't going to give up.

Oh if Yona could speak at that very moment, she would have completely sworn out the girl, but she stayed quiet, yet determined. Well, until she was pinned down onto the canvas, helpless to her opponent who wasn't holding back. She could feel the blood rushing up her throat, Yona making sure even when she was completely in need of an offensive response, that she protected her domino mask. She couldn't risk having it be torn off. She kneed Fumiko in the crotch, spitting blood at her face, before shoving her away. She took the chance to get back up and kick her opponent in the throat, stumbling a bit in the process.

Fumiko gasps and grabs her crotch in pain and target the mask. She wanted to make sure Yona paid for everything she said.
" Bitch I'm going to make you pay. "
Fumiko tried to rip off the mask.