Yona Giovani vs Elektra Burton: Boosted Beats n' Blood!

Elektra pulled onto the fist full of Yona’s short hair as her foe remained trapped beneath her heel like a bug. Naturally, Yona began to claw at her knuckles like some pathetic animal, but Elektra’s gloves served to protect her hand from Yona’s sad attempts. The masked woman had a hard time scraping with her own gloves covering her hands, revealing just how much the pain of being yanked and pulled was clouding her head. Yona was starting to sweat, her skin turning white as the red renegade pulled her further and further back. Some people might have thought the downed heel was going to have her spine snap in half, and that might have been Elektra’s goal. The wrathful woman had a fire in her eyes that was blazing out of control. One that seemed to feed off Yona’s screams of pain and agony…but interestingly, that wasn’t quite what she got.

Instead, Yona seemed to be reliving something. Some sort of trauma or memory. It was nothing Elektra was all that interested in, really. She only noticed because she pulled Yona back far enough to see her face, and the girl started thrashing around like a total psycho! Elektra clicked her tongue in annoyance just before Yona roared out a vile threat to kill her then and there! It wasn’t the first time the red renegade had heard that, and it probably wouldn’t be the last in all honesty.

“Strike a nerve, little girl? Can’t believe you were fucking dumb enough to pull out Daddy issues only to have a shit fit when its thrown back at you!”

That smile on Eletra’s face was crooked and cruel! As demented as it looked, Yona’s punishing feelings were twisting her face into sadness and rage. Her inner turmoil seemed to outperform Elektra’s hair pulling and heel grinding! Because soon Yona was pressing her hands against the floor and pushing with all her strength! And soon, the heel was rewarded with some space between her and the floor. Elektra’s foot continued to dig into Yona’s spine, but with every inch of distance she made between herself and the floor, Elektra’s foot got less and less burdensome. Finally, the hateful heel had to release her hold over Yona, but not before giving her a swift kick to the side.

Almost at that same moment, Yona swung her own kick! Like a sickle to the harvest, Yona’s leg struck flush against Elektra’s ribs! A surprised grunt slipped from the lips of the once crooked smile as Elektra suddenly stumbled to the side.

How the hell-? The brat should still be too sore to move her hips, much less her legs!!!!

...Maybe it really was her fat ass…

Elektra's cruel words echoed in Yona's ears, igniting a fiery rage within her. Her opponent had made a great point—she was a heel, and a damn good one at that. She had come so far from her past; she had only dwelled on it so much, with her mother trying to reconcile with her, but she was in a match against another heel. She had little room for weakness, especially if she was going to face Renee. The kick had managed to give her the opportunity to slip from her opponent grasp—Yona rolling away from Elektra.
Now, with a new silent demeanor, she picked herself back up, and bawled her fists into a defensive offense, prepared to take anything her opponent would throw at her. She had her work cut out for her, having finally seen the strength of the redhead firsthand, yet, in spite of the winds of war leaning in the direction of the brute, she stood confident that she could give Elektra a run for her money. She analyzed her carefully, trying to gauge how much damage the kick had done to her rib.
She considered targeting her weakened hip, but it would be far too risky to get in close. The brunette had already wasted enough time recovering, so she figured the smarter choice was to wait and see what she had in store next. However, this didn't mean she'd stagnate as her opponent grew closer—instead, she leaped on the ropes, and flung herself forward slightly to hopefully make Elektra wince in surprise.

Elektra’s ribs burned from the kick, giving Yona ample opportunity to roll away and take some time to recover. The little twerps kick was a surprise, but nothing so bad as to render Elektra helpless. After a bit of rubbing, most of the pain from the kick was already starting to subside. After the back breaking onslaught Yona had just endured, the smaller woman seemed to need the break much more than the Red Renegade did. The eyepatched woman looked like a corner animal. Sweating, fists up and ready for a struggle, and with a bit of a manic look in her visible eye. Elektra had heard that a cornered rat will bite at even a lion…and she couldn’t help but think of that saying now. Yona looked so very small and pathetic, and like she would lash out like a pathetic prey animal. While Elektra simply wanted to tear her to pieces for that smart kick of hers.

Stepping towards her, Yona seemed to resist the urge to retreat. Her heel scooted back, but Elektra only really cared about getting her hands on the slippery snake. Her steps were quick and ready, eyes always locked onto Yona’s red and black form before lurching forward to grab ahold of her. Elektra’s main goal was for Yona’s throat! To choke her out mercilessly right then and there. But right when she grabbed for Yona, the little twerp hopped backwards! Using the ropes behind her as a spring, Yona launched towards Elektra like a missile from a toy and collided with Elektra with just as much grace. The taller bully stumbled, but still tried to complete her original goal of strangling Yona even as she stumbled backwards!

Yona couldn't help but smirk as Elektra lunged towards her, her movements clumsy and desperate. The taller woman's aggression only fueled Yona's determination to come out on top.
As Elektra reached for her throat, Yona's reflexes kicked in, and she deftly dodged out of the way, her movements fluid and calculated. Using the ropes to her advantage, she launched herself forward with precision, crashing into Elektra with a satisfying thud.
Feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Yona pressed her advantage, not allowing Elektra a moment to regain her footing. With a swift and calculated maneuver, she twisted out of Elektra's grasp, turning the tables on her adversary.
Now in control of the situation, Yona seized the opportunity to assert her dominance. With a cocky grin, she taunted Elektra, reveling in her own superiority. "Nice try, bitch, but you'll have to do better than that to take me down," she quipped, her voice dripping with confidence.
With Elektra stumbling backward, Yona moved in for the kill, her movements precise and calculated. She was determined to show Elektra who was in charge, and she wasn't about to back down now.

Elektra’s infuriated grab at Yona’s neck served little purpose other than to annoy the little red rug-rat as she easily swatted the renegades hand away! Elektra managed to regain her balance as Yona barked out her annoying little remark, giving Elektra the opportunity to roll her eyes in annoyance. The cocky little brat got one good shot in and acted like she was queen of the world. She wanted Elektra to do better? Well, she had already learned it didn’t take much at all to make Yona squirm. With a loud sigh, Elektra’s eyes glared back at Yona.

“Oooo, So does that mean I’ll have to call both of your parents bitches this time? Maybe then you’ll get an aneurysm or something and I’ll just win by default…”

Elektra tilted her head, almost as if she realized that Yona’s weird fit in her submission hold was going to be stuck in her memory for a good long while.

Yona's lips curled into a cruel smirk as she watched Elektra's feeble attempt to regain her composure. The renegade's insults were like water off a duck's back to her, serving only to fuel Yona's determination to crush her opponent's spirit.
"Oh, how precious. Resorting to childish insults now, are we?" Yona's voice dripped with sarcasm as she taunted Elektra. "But I suppose that's to be expected from someone of your caliber. Always grasping at straws, desperate to save face in the face of defeat."
With a swift movement, Yona seized the opportunity to strike, delivering a devastating blow that sent Elektra reeling backward. As her opponent stumbled, Yona closed in, relentless in her assault as she delivered blow after blow, each strike calculated to inflict maximum pain and humiliation.
"You talk big, but it's clear you're nothing more than a pretender," Yona sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "You may think you're clever with your pathetic insults, but in the end, you're nothing but a weakling grasping at straws. And mark my words, I'll make sure you regret ever crossing paths with me."
With a final, decisive blow, Yona sent Elektra crashing to the ground, a defeated look crossing her face as she realized the futility of her efforts. As she stood victorious over her fallen opponent, Yona's smirk widened into a triumphant grin, relishing in the sweet taste of victory.