Avalanche 2023: Lady Torment vs Jasmie Uraga: Submission Match

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Jasmine, though, the watcher, who had observed every single match, and every single piece of drama that happened within the confines of AFW, was unsure what was in store for her debut. After all, she was never much of a fighter—the bear never meant to be one to begin with. However, Yona would only allow her to be her partner if she showed an adequate amount of skill in the ring. It pissed her off slightly, but she shrugged it off. Ultimately, she loved the brunette heel like a big sister, and would do anything to impress her. Even if it meant getting her hands dirty—though, it might be the other way around at this point.
She was fully aware of who Torment was, having studied up on every single employee at AFW, so she knew what to expect, and surely, she had been cursed with bad luck, knowing that her opponent was one of the strongest women in their promotion. It wouldn't have normally been an issue if she had the backing of Aya, but she had recently been taken prisoner, alongside her comrades. It was a terrible situation from that side of things, but lucky for the slippery little animal, she had left their midsts before the entire operation against them had commenced—not that she cared much for them; not with Yona in the picture.
However, the time came, and she knew she had to at least try, knowing that Yona also had a tough match tonight against the Hardcore Champion. She remembered the night she found out, she jumped with joy—Yona bringing her friends to celebrate the achievement. To an extent, it brought a warmth to her heart that she didn't understand much, but she loved it. She wanted to do that again once the smoke cleared from this bout. With a slight layer of determination, she slipped her head through the curtain and looked around—soon met with loud cheers.
A terrifying orchestra of hellish sounds that caused her to recoil in fear. She was absolutely baffled, and horrified by how many people showed up—the bear cowering in the left corner of the corridor. She whimpered softly, holding her knees close to her chest. She didn't want to fight in front of so many people, especially when everything was so chaotic, but even so, she promised herself that she'd impress her big sister.
She'd wait minutes for things outside to calm down, before she finally decided to come back out from under the curtains. That's when, once again, everyone cheered. Jasmine wanted to run away so badly, but she stayed strong, her arms trembling over both, the weight of expectations, and the weight of her own body.
It was the first time she felt herself as heavy, but even so, she kept moving, approaching the ring in a cold sweat. Many looked down at her and looked on in wonder—as if met with a cute angel, but she tried to ignore it, slipping her body like a cockroach over the canvas, and through the ropes. She finally came face-to-face with the monster of a human.
She kept herself on alert, sniffing the ground near Torment, and retreating back to the right turnbuckle closest to her. She withdrew her head back into her hoodie, already terrified by her mere aura. She didn't even need creepy music and ominous smoke to tell her that she was more than likely dead meat. She let out a gentle whimper, like a dog, under her breath—the other members of Hade's Plague, excluding Yona, rooting for the bear-themed wrestler to come on top.
"Kuma.." She cried to herself, keeping herself on high alert for any movements from the demon-like woman.
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