The Hade's Plague vs Al-Mansour School of Fun

Horsemen Colors: Yona, Hazel, Iris, and Phoebe.

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As of recently, Yona's locker room has been quite noisy. It was "Hade's Plague's" first team match, but Yona did not seem very excited about the possibilities. To maximize her potential, she essentially just needed more allies, but she was not sure if it was still worth it. Despite having their own rooms, the three girls had turned every nook and cranny of her personal space into their own little workspaces. Iris would casually drink until she was so intoxicated that she hugged Yona, the girl she was supposed to dislike, while Hazel would spend all of her time in her room working out and hyping herself up. At best, Phoebe was modest, but at worst, Hazel and Iris were scourges in her life that followed her everywhere.
To oversee the two wildcards, Phoebe was usually seated close to Yona on the benches, and today was no different. During times like these, it gave the two time to talk and get to know each other better. It's been a week, and she feels fairly confident that Phoebe might just truly be the most regular human she has ever met. It was incredible how someone could be so average yet be surrounded by such oddities.
"Yonaaaaa! Tell that loud-mouthed BITCH to shut her mouthhhh~! I'll give you a little kiss if you doooooo~!" Iris groaned, already intoxicated, before the match even started.
When she offered Yona an alliance, she didn't exactly expect to be stuck with two whiny children.
"No, do it yourself," Yona coldly replied, shoving her away as Iris tried to lean in for a kiss.
"Hey! I'm not a loudmouth! I'm just confident in us! This is the start of a great journey; by the end of the year, AFW will belong to us!" Hazel shouted not a single moment of hesitation at her lofty dreams. In a way, it made Yona question if her ambitions were unrealistic or if she still had a speck of sanity that her teammate didn't. She'd quickly shrug the idea off, supposing that they'd find out in due time.
"Come on guys! The match is about to start! Are you all ready?" Phoebe asked, walking out of the bathroom. However, she'd quickly turn pale as she averted her gaze over to Iris, "Irie! You can't seriously be drunk right now?! We have to make a good impression for our first match!"
"Aww, *hick* I'm fineeee! I did my research on those [censored][censored][censored], I thinkkk *hic* we'll be just fineeee, they ain't shit compared to our stargirl, Yona over herrr *hick* she even beat one of them beforeeee!" The drunkard placed a hand over Yona's shoulder, and the brunette glared at her in disgust. In fact, the entire room would go silent at her insensitive comments. Phoebe was practically in disbelief that those words even came out of her mouth. Yona dwelled on what she had said, quickly noticing something near the end of her strange declaration.
"Eh?! I've fought one of the opponents from our opposing team?! Who?!" Yona shouted in excitement, hoping that one of the girls on the team would be Taraab. In hindsight, it seemed optimistic to think AFW was that small of a place, but a girl could hope to get her revenge in the ring.
"Eheheh, you'll have to find out for yourselfff..!" Iris squeaked cutely, collapsing on Yona's lap, completely asleep. It scared the brunette slightly, her shoulders instinctually snapping back. She'd sigh once again in disappointment, looking over at Phoebe.
"Oh dear, Yona, do you mind dragging her with us? Hopefully, she'll be of more use when she wakes up."
"Yeah sure, let's get going Mio."
Yona carried the unconscious Iris in her arms and left the room with Hazel following suit.
"Ayy! I don't like that name! Refer to me as Hazel!"
"Sounds like you're denying yourself of who you really are."
"Huh?! Nah this is who I am," Hazel argued, connecting her pinkie finger with hers and running into the arena. She immediately let go of Yona, leaping in the air in excitement. Despite this being her first match, it seems like the audience have instantly grown to like Hazel. She took her sweet time to greet and even kiss all the people who cheered her on. Yona, with less enthusiasm than usual, placed a thumb between her lips and showed her teeth. Unexpectedly for Hazel and Phoebe, who had finally caught up to them, Yona's fans absolutely dominated the stadium with their encouragement. Yona tried to hide a soft, genuine smile, approaching the ring. She noticed that she acted far more mature when she was with her girls. She guessed it was most likely since she felt obligated to treat them like she used to treat her brother. She was motherly, but not overbearing. She crouched underneath the ropes, entering the ring, before she dropped Iris on the canvas. Luckily, it woke her up, with Yona making sure to push her thoughts to the side. She didn't need those types of distractions. She didn't care for her teammates; she just needed them for her own benefit.
"Deliveries here," Yona joked, Hazel and Phoebe entering the ring with her. She saw that not many seemed to notice Phoebe, which she thought was weird, but she didn't question it all too much. She wasn't exactly overwhelmingly born to be a "face" like Hazel, and she didn't exactly have any sex appeal like Iris, so she was quite the outlier on their team.
She knew Phoebe had thought the same thing as she silently lowered her gaze to the ground. Yona was going to encourage the somber blonde, justifying her kindness with the idea, "better motivation, better results," but before she could, their enemy team's entrance team would interrupt their moment.

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