Yona Giovanni vs ‘The Princess of Lucha’ Blossom

What Yona saw as easy prey, easily turned against her favor, the brunette suddenly getting knocked straight in the jaw. She slammed onto the canvas, immobile, and seemingly passed out to the audience. She twitched occasionally, but her face was hidden beneath her shoulders—the heel with a hand gripping tight on her cheeks.
She couldn't fully hide that the kick truly did hurt. Interestingly enough, this was the most damage Blossom has dealt the entire match. Her opponent was adept with using her legs, of course, but to say it was her strong suit was an understatement. It enraged Yona, who bent her spine like a cat, a prolonged hissing approaching Blossom swiftly, Yona stumbling, and rolling over to the redhead to claw at anything she could—her nails sharp enough to slice some skin, if she managed to reach her opponent in time.

Blossom uses the ropes to get up after the superkick counter to the jaw until she felt that Yona grabbed her to hurt her skin with those nails, but Blossom uses her legs and hands to push Yona and make her fall at the middle rope to hang there!


"LET'S GO BLOSSOM!!" the fans chanted at the redhead and she goes to the opposite ropes, then she bounces off and goes back at Yona to deliver a Tiger Feint Kick, as both legs hit her in the face!

Yona's attempt to exploit Blossom's vulnerability by scratching her with sharp nails didn't go as planned. The resilient redhead skillfully used her legs and hands to push Yona, causing her to stumble and fall against the middle rope. The crowd erupted in cheers, rallying behind Blossom as the momentum swung in her favor.
Hanging on the middle rope, Yona braced herself for the incoming assault. The rhythmic chants of the audience echoed through the arena, intensifying the atmosphere. Yona, determined to regain control, focused on the task at hand.
As Blossom sprinted towards the opposite ropes and bounced off, Yona knew she needed to be prepared for what was coming. The anticipation reached its peak as Blossom unleashed a Tiger Feint Kick, both legs connecting with precision against Yona's face.
The impact sent Yona reeling, the force of the kick causing her to sway against the ropes. She noticeably began to soften her expression, and go slightly limp. She didn't think her opponent had that much fight in her, so she was, both, exhausted and pretty impressed. The heel had entered the match rather attracted to Blossom's appearance, but damn, she felt a slight high from fighting such a hot, but strong fighter—it caused her to bust out her iconic smirk. She'd have to put in some more effort herself, and that'd truly be a treat for her. However, for now, she'd let the dancer run loose and have her moment.

Yona felt the impact of Blossom's Tiger Feint Kick, leaving her momentarily stunned. As she tried to recover, she saw Blossom climbing the ropes, preparing for her next move. Yona knew she had to act quickly, but the lingering effects of the previous attacks slowed her down.
As Blossom leaped from the top corner, Yona tried to raise her arms in a hasty defense, but the diving crossbody hit its mark. The force of Blossom's body crashing into her sent Yona staggering backward. The crowd roared with excitement as the momentum heightened, and Yona suddenly wrapped her arms around her opponent. She was sure Blossom didn't expect it, but Yona would take her attack as a way to restrain her. Now, she'd take out a bit of her romantic tension for the fighter out on her, if successful in clinging to her body.

As Yona began to stir, the effects of Blossom's crossbody still resonating through her body, she could feel the lingering pain from the impact. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, fully immersed in the back-and-forth between the two competitors.
Blossom, having rolled to the corner and pulled herself up using the ropes, seemed to be taking a moment to recover and strategize. Yona, recognizing that she needed to regain control, kicked herself out of the ring. The ache in her body served as a reminder of the redhead's earlier assault, but determination flickered in Yona's eyes.
Slowly rising, Yona locked eyes with Blossom, who was now leaning against the turnbuckles, holding her midsection. It was evident that both wrestlers had taken their fair share of punishment in this intense encounter. She knew there was no way in Hell Blossom would risk jumping off into the hard, stadium floor, and potentially injure herself if Yona decided to move out of the way—which she did plan on doing. Now, she'd either have to get back down and approach Yona, or take such a dangerous leap. With a gust of confidence, Yona grinned at Blossom, knowing she was fucked.

The Princess had fallen for Yona's plan; the brunette swiftly sliding out of the way and sending a right kick towards the face of her opponent. Blossom had fought well for a while, but in her mind, the heel knew it was game over for her. With such a hard head injury, and an eventual fall on the hard floor, there was no way she could recover in time to stand an equal chance against Yona.