Yona Giovani vs. Hikaru Sawazaki

Yona repeatedly stomped on the floor of her dressing room after losing her initial hentai fight. She became so angry that her vision started to blur. She nearly passed out, but all of a sudden, her phone rang repeatedly, her siren ringtone echoing across the room. Spite for her former opponent had soon turned into fear, her heart skipping a beat. She knew only her lawyer had the number of her burner phone, having been the one to give it to her. The two haven't talked much since she started at AFW, so she grew rather worried. She didn't know if her recent losses and humiliating victories had dragged her reputation into the mud or not. She tried to avoid seeing the criticism, knowing how easily her plan could fall apart if she dragged on her career with AFW for too long. The exhausted brunette hesitantly slid her phone out of her locker, putting it in her ear as she answered the call—as she expected, it was her lawyer.
"Ayyy Louis-I mean Yona, how've you been? Great? Great! I've been looking over your recent matches, and I've noticed that this new persona of yours has brought in quite the audience. After some further research, it seems like your current campaign is going strong. In fact-"
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow down. What about my last few matches? Hasn't it been pretty disappointing?" Yona asked, sweat trickling down her forehead.
"Disappointing?! Hell no! Speaking of your last few matches, I was going to say people love seeing you get beat up! I know this is hard for you, but you might need to lean a bit towards being a heel jobber. You've racked up the fanbase with your skills, but it's clear what your audience wants. You're a beautiful young lady, and I'm not saying you should lose your matches, but take a few hits and let the pain seep in."
"You're crazy if you think I'm going back to being a pretty little doll for the audience's amusement. I think I know what's best for my career, and that consists of me just being me. I appreciate the help, but I know what works well for me. I'm sure you can agree; either way, I've built up a good reputation for myself here. However, has Renee taken the bait yet? That's the true indicator of my fame."
"I was also going to mention that! Renee has recently signed on with AFW, so it seems like it's about time. Though, if you want to make money and solidify your popularity completely, it doesn't hurt to be weak; it'll only make the anticipation for your reunion even stronger."
"I don't plan on losing to her, and I don't plan on being the underdog anymore. Thanks for the information, but I'm done talking to you for now. I'll take things into my hands."
"Ayy come on, Y-" As he tried to plead with her, she ended the call, sighing afterward. She stood silently for a few minutes, filled with a plethora of untamed emotions. She wanted to punch a wall but also scream in excitement. She was ready to get her revenge on Renee, and she knew that her time as Yona Giovanni would come to an end. Not that she could stop being herself, but she certainly knew things would change on her journey for revenge, success, and a legacy. For one, she wouldn't be coming home; instead, she'd use the looming opportunity to become an unstoppable force in the industry. She wanted complete control over both LAW and AFW, not for the money but for the right to be officially superior to anyone who dares to challenge her. However, as she pondered her future, she'd be snapped back to reality by a knock at her door. She got up and opened it to see the referee, who had been kind to her since the moment she got here, remind her that she had a second match today. Yona was emotionally drained from the first, but even so, she was quite the hard worker, as she didn't even wait for the man to leave before she changed into her wrestling attire and was led into the arena by him. Yona stood triumphantly on the ramp, looking at the audience as if she had something to say. The referee handed her a microphone, seeming as if he could read her mind. She cleared her throat, viciously declaring, "Heyyyyyy motherfuckers! I know we took some losses recently, but hear me now and hear me well: I'll never be a damn pretty face, babyface, or whatever you want to call it! I'm never gonna let myself be anyone's doll or puppet! The only people I belong to our my fans, can I get some love from you guys," she shouted, being answered with loud cheers, "Tonight, I dedicate this victory to Renee Steinhauser! The newcomer to AFW that I wish to challenge after I'm done with this waste of space! To all who doubt me, get ready to take my foot up your ass, because I'll fight everyone if I have to! Who's with me!"
The audience abruptly applauded her, before she continued, "and those who aren't with me! Scream a little louder if you hate the absolute shit out of me; make that throat sore like you just took in my dick! Now let's fucking go!"
She was acting more cinematic that she ever had before, but it seemed to work. It was cheesy and surely obscene but the foundation of her reputation would always be built around that, and that was fine. She was happy like this, and now she'd share a bit of that with her opponent, quickly getting into the ring to continue her tradition. She spat at her opponent's face, slapping her with enough force to leave a bruise.
"Watch me slaughter this babyface!"
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