Avalanche 2023: Hardcore Title Match: Jack the Ripper (C) vs Yona Giovani: Hardcore Match

Yona had always been pretty good at taking a beating, but after a few kicks, the devious heel was struck off of her feet. She collapsed on the canvas, pathetically laid out before the champ. She showed no real fear, having faced far more cruel, sadistic, and dangerous wrestlers, but Jackie was different—she wasn't all that brutal, or at the very least, hasn't shown much destructive force yet, but she made up for it in extremely perfected skill. Yona had been only doing this for almost a year now, while her opponent was damn near in her prime. However, that only gave Yona more hope in her victory. She could imagine how distraught the white-haired sadist would be if she was knocked down a peg, and it all started with what heels did best—taunting. The brunette crawled away from her opponent, with an ironic smirk on her face. She was losing, but even so, she was still going to act as if that wasn't the case, and for the first time, she tried to strike up a conversation with the champion, slowing getting into her skin.
"I can hear it in your voice—You're also a brit, eh? I'm half-british, actually," Yona rambled, trying to distract Jackie before immediately sending a fast kick to her opponent's left knee; hoping desperately to shatter something.
This time, the heel wasn't going to play around. If she couldn't get her injured arm, she'd make some more injuries of her own. Now, the fight would truly become worthy of the title: "hardcore", she thought, dedicated to letting out a savage side of herself, and potentially force her opponent to follow suit. So far in the match, it was a rather normal affair, outside of Yona completely getting her ass kicked, but with her entire life on the line, the brunette had to take the belt here and now. She had no room to afford failure, and if she was going to lose, she wasn't going down without absolutely ravaging the champ with some bad scars, injuries, and anything else she could think of. The heel in her had truly come out; akin to a wounded animal, pushed into a corner. On the brink of defeat, she'd bite and claw her way out of this appropriately violent match with the belt, and a new body on her hit list.

Jackie would made a tsk noise as she walk toward Yona, with the woman down on the mats, she would pants as she walk toward her, holding her right wounded arm before she would reach down and grab her by the hair with her left up and pull her up, as she once again attempt to give a knee to the face, she would heard her rumble something, cause her to hesitate and question what she said "What? Speak louder" Unsure what she heard from the woman as she lean forward

What follows was a kick to her left knees, which cause her to let out a grunt as she fell to her knees before attempt to pick herself back up, and go for a punch to the face as she throw a left hook toward Yona, she would then try to pick herself back up and throw a kick toward Yona's direction to try to force her down once again, can't leave any moment of opportunity for Yona to expose and take the momentum

To Yona's surprise, Jackie hadn't heard a word she said, so talking was out of the question, but luckily for her, it gave heel just enough time to send a kick to her knee. Freed from the wrath of her opponent, she stumbled back on her feet, but right as the champ was knocked off her feet—she happened to land a firm punch to the side of her face, shattering a part of her eyepatch. It was an impressive feat, to both the audience and Yona, but surely more of a shock to the brunette as she spat out blood—red still running down her teeth. And in the blink of an eye, the status quo had returned to how it was just minutes earlier. Yona succumbed easily to the hit, falling on one knee, and immediately looking over at Jackie to be met with a kick to her face.
Though Yona's plan was to dismantle the champion little by little, she was the one that was coming out of this match completely fucked up—the heel planting face first on the canvas.
By then, she was starting to wish she pursued boxing instead; at least they had periods the fighters could rest, but no, this wouldn't end until one of them was out cold. It was a shame, since Yona didn't go down easily—the brunette in for quite the painful time, even if she wins. Then again, the prospect of victory was flickering away from her sights. She wondered if her mother had to deal with impossible fights like this; from what she studied, Sydney had completely fallen off by the end of her career. Maybe it was like mother, like daughter, she thought. Yet, she couldn't possibly live with defeat after making it this far, and right as that thought came to mind, her mother, alongside her teammates appeared in the crowd, cheering her on. The redhead woman seemed concerned for once; to see her daughter be beaten to a bloody pulp twice in the same weekend. In her heart, she felt a strange level of weakness when faced with her mother's somber eyes—it fueled a painful disgust inside of her. Yona sneered, rolling out of the ring suddenly to escape her opponent for a second. She couldn't let it end here; not after everything.

Jackie would huffs and pants as she saw Yona rolled out of the ring, before she would stand up, holding her right arm that is injured as she took few deep breaths, attempt to recover by took few steps backward while leaning against the corner, but at the same time, never took her eyes off the woman, she would squeeze her fist few times, attempt to see how much strength she can use in her right arm, only let out a grunt as she felt a intense pain at her right elbow, okay then, this match isn't going the way she had planted

She would once again walk toward Yona before she would decide to taunt her back in "What's wrong coward? To scared to fight fair and square? Or are you gonna come back in and take your beating?" She ask as she glare at the challenger, want to anger the woman and finish the match as soon as possible as she ready herself

Yona had been catching her breath, but met with a taunt from her opponent, she stopped in place to glare at Jackie. She scoffed, given a taste of her own medicine. The brunette spat out a chunk of blood on the floor, and stretched out her body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to make her pay. She made her look bad, in front of the world, and her mother.
However, before she could say anything, the white-haired champion began to approach her. In a desperate attempt to buy some time, and switch the tides of their match, she quickly kneeled down and snatched a chair from underneath the ring—flinging it at the woman in hopes of distracting her. If she managed to block it, the attack would give the heel enough time to invade Jackie's personal space and land some punches towards her gut, chest, and face—one by one.

Jackie would walk toward Yona as she pant softly, before she would saw the other woman reach down and took out a chair, and throw it toward her, her reflex force her to bring her arms up and protect herself as she felt it hit her injured arm as she hiss in pain while try to hold it and cause it to remain in place before she would look up just in time for Yona to slam her fist into her face, chest and then guts, force her to fell to her knees as she coughs in pain

She would of course try to pull herself back up, but it is quite difficult with the lack of air and her injured arm as the punch to the face did more than it needed and once again stunned and daze her as Jackie groan in pain

Yona, realizing she had gotten one over on her opponent, reached for Jackie's neck, and attempted to slam her down on the canvas with all her strength. She had considered taking the chance to just end the match there, knowing if she got back up, she'd barely have a chance against her, but her instincts told her to weaken her some more—Yona slamming her knee on her opponent's injured arm. The white-haired champion had done a decent job at defending her aching shoulder area, but the brunette had finally sunken her, metaphorical fangs into the woman. Now, she wouldn't let go for anything, fueled to completely overwhelm Jackie, and show the world that she was going to surpass all expectations tonight—that, in just half a year, she went from a rookie to an absolute monster.
That's what she needed now, if she wanted to keep her legacy alive, and continue to keep her name in everyone's mouth. She chuckled a bit, behind her heavy breathing, truly glad she had taken the risk with her fight against Renee. There was no doubt that going into this match, she had a great momentum already going for her. She had revealed her secrets to the world, and didn't seem all too apologetic about it. Some believed the rumors of her past to be true, while others saw it as mere shock value made to spark controversy.
Both were correct at the end of the day, but what mattered the most was that everyone was indecisively spreading her name like a wildfire. She was on every tabloid that remotely discussed wrestling—she was about to be a goddamn superstar, and it'll only get better once she steals the belt from Jackie and claims her throne. From the small, poverty ridden burrows of her hometown with little expectations that she'd ever become anything more than a bratty bitch with mommy issues, came someone with more flowers to her name than ever before.
"Look good for the camera, champ. I'm going to absolutely ruin your reputation~!" Yona remarked; gleeful insanity in her voice.

Jackie would grunt in pain as she felt her neck being grabbed before slammed down, cause her to hiss in pain before attempt to pull herself back up, it would soon be followed by Yona slam her knees on her injured arm, cause Jackie to scream in pain as she rolled to her back "AWWWHHHHH! YOU LITTLE SHIT" She would felt her arm burning with pain, it would had a bruise mark on her injured arm and cause it to become useless for the time being.

As she try to pull herself back up, she would manage to pull herself to her knees "Ahhh...Gahhh...You bitch...I'll fucking end you" She would try to pull herself back up before try to charge toward Yona, fueled by anger, she would attempt to spear her into the corner with her shoulder, gone with all ration and strategy and goes with pure instinct as the two insane woman go at each other

Yona's lips curled into a mischievous smirk while she observed Jackie's contorted body writhing in agony on the mat. The taste of victory flooded her senses, filling her with a deep sense of satisfaction that could only be achieved from gaining the upper hand in a heated confrontation. The rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins only intensified the exhilaration she felt, as if each punch and kick exchanged in the violent clash only fueled her desire for more chaos. Even as Jackie uttered threats of ending her, Yona's grin grew wider, revealing a glimmer of madness that danced in her eyes, a testament to her unyielding resolve and untamed spirit.
Yona couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of taunting Jackie, her voice laced with disdainful mockery. It was a pure delight for her to witness the way her words had the power to provoke and irritate Jackie, understanding that the battle of wits was just as significant as the physical confrontation they were engaged in. With deliberate slowness, Yona gradually lifted herself from the ground, taking in the sight of Jackie's arduous attempt to rise. The bruise on Jackie's arm appeared to be exacting its toll, rendering the limb momentarily incapacitated.
Yona's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Jackie storm towards her in a fit of fury. With effortless grace, Yona dodged Jackie's wild lunge, causing her to collide with the corner of the ring. A smirk played on Yona's lips as she relished in her superior skill and control over the situation.
Yona was completely in her element, reveling in the chaos and control that defined this brawl. Her sadistic enjoyment was palpable, as she not only aimed to physically break Jackie's body but also to shatter her spirit, leaving her utterly defeated and demoralized. Yona taunted, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she circled around Jackie with the stealth of a predator playing with its helpless prey. Without wasting a moment, she seized the perfect opportunity to unleash a barrage of forceful kicks upon Jackie's already weakened arm, relishing in the visible signs of pain etched across her face. With a cunning smile, Yona goaded Jackie, "Looks like someone's lost their touch. Come on, bitch, let's see what other tricks you've got. Or are you all bark and no bite?"

Jackie would felt herself crashed into the corner as she groan in pain before Yona would give a dozen kicks, all toward her injured arm as she yell out in pain as she held it in place, she felt it burning with pains as she could heard Yona's taunting, the pain is enough to cause her to pass out, but her pride refuse to let her do so as she attempt to remain standing, yet she would stumbling around a little bit as she hisses in anger and pain before she would throw another kick toward Yona.

She would aim at Yona's head, chest and stomach as she attempt to use her leg to force the woman to back off and for herself to get a moment of recovery, with how much punishment Yona is giving out, Jackie would need to swallow her pride and attempt to give herself some space to rest