Taraab Nasir vs Yona Giovanni no DQ, no pinfall, no submission, only knock out

Taraab dodged the attack and elbow the nose of Yona, the battle of egos was certainly a brutal one and only one could win. Taraab went for a second elbow to the nose hoping it would hit.

Yona stood motionless, getting hit on the nose. She stumbled back somewhat. She hung onto the ropes, her opponent repeating her attack as she rested. She tried to put up an arm in defense of her attack, but Taraab had steered past her arm and towards her nose. She fell back down, embarrassed that she let the Egyptian knock her down. She swore under her breath, sending a foot into her crotch, and hopefully, if she fell down with her, she'd kick her in the face, driving her back, head-first, over the canvas.

Taraab gasps and falls down holding her crotch in pain. she curse under her breath in arabic and glare at Yona. she hated Yona and she was going to destroy her.

Wrapping her legs around her opponent's waist, Yona pulled her opponent's body in her direction, the brunette's grip tightening as her thighs rubbed against her midriff. Yona knew she was at a bad angle for going on the offensive, and her opponent could easily fold her right then and there if she wanted to, but it was an oversight on her part. She was more focused on beating the will out of Taraab. She swung a right hook at her opponent's cheek, her other arm being the only pillar holding Yona from fully collapsing onto the mat. She hadn't felt much better about her opponent, either. She absolutely despised her in spite of their similarities. She saw the Egyptian beauty as another overconfident fighter who was all talk but no bite. She twisted her legs slightly, trying to put her into a fierce submission.
"You're going to need a fucking doctor when I'm done with you!" She shouted, trying to get under her opponent's skin some more.

Taraab hissed and pulls on Yona's hair, trying to get the other woman off of her. "'ant eahiratan! abtaeid eani! " [ You whore! Get off of me! ]

Yona hissed as well, her hair being pulled. She didn't respect the girl, not even a bit, so in an act of sadism, she bitch-slapped the girl twice. She stuck her tongue out and quickly punched her in the face. By then, Yona couldn't even understand what she was saying, but she assumed that the brunette had gotten on her nerves. She had learned a bit of Arabic back when she was a child, but she didn't know enough to decipher her comment. However, almost as if she wanted to taunt her some more, she followed up her attack with a diss of her own native language, "Φάε σκατά (eat shit)!"

Taraab let's go of Yona and forces Yona off of her and return the slaps, She would headbutt Yona again and again and again before biting Yona on the neck.

Yona would be, for a second, distracted by the slap. She seemed to enjoy the implication that her opponent was so bland that she had to replicate her attacks. Even better, once she tried to tire her out with a barrage of headbutts, she couldn't help but laugh. She was foolish enough to think that Yona would be phased in the slightest by such an attack—it was literally her signature move. She scoffed, planning to hit her with a headbutt of her own, until she was taken aback by her opponent sinking her teeth into her neck. Yona wasn't all too happy about it, gritting her own teeth in anger. She repeatedly slammed her elbow into the back of Taraab's head to make her let go. She groaned, the pain beginning to set in.
"You fucking weakling! Can't even fight me fair and square, bitch?!"

" I could ask you the same thing, eahiratun! " [bitch!] Taraab groans out as she got hit by an elbow. It was getting clear that both of them were equal to each other so Taraab decided to get a little help from a "friend" of hers, out came Hulwi Khan and the scar up girl pins Yona down as Taraab grabs a steelchair and started to hit Yona with it.

Who the fuck-?" She shouted before getting hit by a steel chair. The first hit hadn't knocked her out, but after two more frustratingly painful hits, Yona was unconscious. Her body lay limp on the canvas, and the pain from the chair began to fade little by little. However, she was sure that by then, she had lost full control over her body. She tried her hardest to get back up, but had no luck. She groaned loudly, fear in her eyes as she decided to give in to her opponent.
"You... couldn't even take me out on your own... slut.." She muttered, her mind in a daze, before fully falling unconscious.