SS 16: A Word from the Entropy Title Holder

Preceded by: SS 16 Thunder Round: Akiha Kosha Vs. Gabbie Desjardin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt Vs. Belinda Northman
Followed by: SS 16: Nikolette Tessla Vs. Cecilia Northman

Presenting Entropy "Title Holder" Fathia Aiyn:

"Get Gold" Began to play over the speakers and out from the backstage area stepped the slender yet tall Fathia Aiyn with the entropy title slung over her shoulder. She had a smug grin on her face and behind her trotted her first mate Z.Z. who was grinning a toothy grin of her own. Fathia had her Donga stick in one hand and held it like a walking stick while her other hand greedily pressed her fingers against the gold belt.

As she stepped down the ramp, she continued to touch and stroke the belt, feeling its gold inlays and even glancing at it on occasion. Just having it near her excited her. Z.Z. hopped along down Fathia until they were close to the ring where she quickly scampered forward and pushed open the ropes. Fathia entered gracefully and took in the crowd who were rather confused at the announcement and then seeing Fathia. After taking in the scene she motioned for a microphone wich Z.Z grabbed and handed to her. She pushed it to her lips and spoke.

"There is a saying... possession is nine tenths of the law. I'm not one for the law, but in this instance I agree. I have this delicious, beautiful belt in my possession so it's mine to do with as I please. It is nigh priceless. A sacred treasure and stunning." Fathia turned and stared at it, letting the gold gleam off her turquoise eyes.

"Yes. almost priceless, but I intend to put a price on it. I know many people covet it as I do, but the love of coin is fleeting. It begs to be chased, and I do have wanderlust. Aside from that, it's just too hard to spend gold in this form...." Fathia smirked.

"So, if anyone is interested in being the new Entropy champion, why don't you come on down and make me an offer? Don't be shy, just be prepared to pay in cash."

Spoiler:

Moments after Fathia finished speaking, Minerva's music began to play over the speakers, and the Dane strode out onto the stage with a smirk plastered on her face. Clad in a black coat with fur lining, and a black and gold dress underneath, she ignored the boos of the crowd as she walked down the aisle toward the ring and entered.

Once in the ring she asked for a mic, which she held up to her lips once it was handed to her. “Well I must say, as surprising as it is to see someone willing to part with such a coveted championship like this, I can’t say I don’t understand. You’re clearly a smart businesswoman, so I believe we should have no problem coming to an agreement we can both be happy with,” she said. This wasn’t the world title. But the Entropy Championship did have a prestigious line of former holders. And the holder’s ability to choose her own challenger was quite appealing as well. There was a lot a manipulative witch like Minerva could do with something like that.

“So...” she said as she slowly paced around, looking up as if thinking of a good number to offer, though she’d already decided on one well before she’d even made it into the ring. “I’ll offer you.... twenty thousand dollars for that belt. How's that?” Minerva smiled at Fathia and awaited her answer. An amount like that would hardly put a dent in her finances. But was it enough to satisfy Fathia? Minerva wasn’t worried either way, and was prepared to negotiate if need be.

Fathia smiled coolly as it didn't take long at all for someone to show up and take the pirate up on her offer. She listened patiently to Minerva's words and tilted her head, considering everything once the Dane was finished. "I do like the tone of your words." Fathia said, stepping around Minerva and eying her carefully.

"I'm also quite interested in coming to an amount that would both make us happy, too." Fathia came back around and raised the title in the air. "However, I don't think you understand how deeply I crave the coin." Fathia stared into Minerva's eyes. "Or how little you desire the gold I have with such a pathetic offer."

Fathia shook her head, her long, silky white hair rippling softly around her. "I'm giving you a treasure. I would think something that is this valuable to you would be worth some measure of discomfort to your bank account."

Minerva was not bothered by Fathia’s answer. Unaware of what the girl’s financial situation was like, she needed to figure out what she considered to be “a lot of money.” That standard was different for a lot of people, though now the Dane had a better understanding of where Fathia stood. To some twenty thousand would be quite a lot - more than enough to match the price of a championship belt, anyway. But not in this case. Minerva was going to have to go bigger. Much bigger.

“Fair enough,” Minerva replied, tapping the toe of her boot on the mat as she thought about her next offer. Just how much would it take? After a brief moment of further contemplation, she was ready to take another swing at it.

“One million dollars, then.” The offer drew a gasp from the viewing audience, but Minerva wasn’t done there. “And, I’ll name you as my first challenger. How’s that? You become a millionaire overnight, and gain an opportunity to gain the Entropy Championship back once again.” That of course meant, if she defeated Minerva, she’d have a chance to sell the title a second time, perhaps even double her profit. Quite a bit less “pathetic” than her initial offer, and a confident grin spread over the Dane’s lips as she awaited Fathia’s response.

Fathia was a woman that was usually quite calm and collected. Leading a band of theives from Somalia had brought her to a place where she could face nearly anything put in front of her with a fearless and confident attitude. She had practically scoffed at Minerva's initial offer and was, indeed, inwardly offended by it. Of course it was more money than Fathia had seen in some time, at least in a one lump sum, but she knew a rich person and she knew what a pittance was to them.

The second offer, though, was something that even Fathia could not remain completely stoic to when faced with it. Her bright turquoise eyes lit up and she greedily looked over the Dane. It was hard not to visibly lick her lips, which moistened as if she had just been presented a filet Mignon served by a Micheline star chef.

Z.Z. was practically squirming with delight and she covered her mouth to keep from speaking out loud, giggling and squealing against her palms.

Fathia stepped forward and spoke. "I think you have driven a hard bargain. This, I think, is a deal that is acceptable to everyone involved. It's quite bold. I like your willingness to risk it all on a gamble. You would be an excellent member of my crew..." Fathia mused.

"We shake now, and then we take care of business and then, I look forward to taking the belt once more." She paused, still thinking about accumulating a bit more coin if she possibly could.

"Unless..." She said into the microphone, looking at the crowd and then focusing on the entrance ramp. "Someone else has a better offer?" Her lips pursed and turned up into a thin smile.

No sooner did Fathia finish speaking than Alaina's music hit the speakers to the delight of the crowd! Dressed in a one piece leopard print swimsuit, boots and kneepads the amazon looked ready to wrestle. Alaina didn't have time to acknowledge the crowd or take in the cheers. The true Entropy Champion was all business as she held a mic to her lips.

"Ya know Fathia, for someone who is a cowardly sneak attack specialist you have guts." Alaina said as she stood at the top of the ramp, walking slowly down towards the ring. She knew Fathia, and Z.Z were vipers. Minerva seemed to be no different. This could easily devolve into a 3 on 1 brawl but Alaina didn't care. She was not afraid. She was determined to have the belt back around her waist where it belonged. "Here you are, in public, on camera, flaunting a valuable item that was reported stolen...." Alaina added with a shrug. "Getting arrested, being charged with a serious crime and going away to jail for a long time would put a damper on playing pirate huh? Well, I will tell ya what. Give me back my title and I will give you a match to try to win it the way most women go about obtaining gold around here. You pick the time, day and match type, then I show up and beat your sorry ass to show everyone what a cowardly little bitch you are. Final offer."

Fathia only smirked at Alaina's words. Once the blonde was finished, she shook her head. "Arrested?" She asked. "I do believe the law is on my side. Possession, as they say...." The Somali nodded and ran her fingers along the title. "Why would I fight you for something I already possess?" Fathia asked. "You must have been hit too hard in the head. You're still quite delirious. Did you call the authorities on your assailants, hm?"

Fathia chuckled softly. "The belt is mine and if you want it, then you should make a more interesting offer. Gold is what i care most about so if you want what I have, you had better be prepared. Right now the offer stands at a million. I somehow doubt that you can match that." Fathia smirked. "I've already seen what your trinkets can fetch. You, in totality, are far beyond the point of piquing my interest in any way." As if to make things final, Fathia lifted up her donga stick and stabbed it against the canvas.

Fathia looked too Minerva. "She's a got spirit, even if she's quite moronic. So far, it seems as though your offer stands, unless you might want to also pay for a show tonight." Fathia motioned back to Minerva. "I'll do with her as you like, or put her in a position for you to do as you like with her. I promise it won't cost you a million dollars." Fathia added smoothly. "It would be amusing enough for me to discount the fee heavily."

Minerva growled under her breath when she heard Alaina’s music. In her mind she cursed herself for not making her big offer sooner. If she had, then maybe she might already have the title in her possession, and she could be on her way. However, perhaps the arrival of the Amazon might’ve proved to be a blessing in disguise.

Though she initially appeared quite uninterested in Alaina’s protests, Minerva’s attention latched onto the mention of police involvement. Of course she knew that was a logical move for Alaina to take, but she’d suspected the girl would be more likely to withhold that card in favor of reclaiming the title under her own power. If she was willing to make this a legal issue, then Minerva had only narrowly avoided losing a million dollars only to be sent to prison and have the Entropy Championship taken from her. A waste of a significant amount of money, and, as Alaina had astutely pointed out, potentially a significant portion of her career. Needless to say, she was hardly keen on losing either.

When Fathia addressed her again, the Dane glanced her way with an expression that didn’t exactly hide the face that Minerva was annoyed at how close she’d come to making a colossal mistake. “On the contrary, I believe I’ll have to put my offer on hold for the moment,” she replied. “If my offer truly appeals to you, I suggest you take hers first. If you can legitimately capture the championship, then I would be delighted to do business with you. But until then...” Without giving Fathia a chance to respond, Minerva slipped through the ropes and exited the ring. “...I bid you fair winds and following seas.”

And with that, Minerva dropped her microphone and strode back up the aisle with a small grin. No, she hadn’t secured what she’d hoped to. But she’d still managed to cheat fate, and arranged the pieces of the board potentially to her advantage. All she needed was for Fathia to accept Alaina’s challenge and defeat her. If she did, Minerva would be able to initiate the easiest championship reign of her life. And if she didn’t, then Fathia would be the only one losing anything. Minerva neither looked at nor spoke to Alaina as she passed her. Satisfied with the end result, she disappeared behind the curtain and exited the arena.

Alaina glared at Minerva as she left and knew her scowl would have gotten the message across.... "Don't fuck with me girl." Alaina thought to herself as she kept her eyes on Minerva until the woman was out of sight. Content with the fact at it was just Alaina and the two pirates, she shift her focus back to the ring.

"What do you say Fathia? Are you gonna be a coward and hide, or actually show that you are the harass you play yourself off to be. I really hope you take me up on that offer though.... kicking your ass the way I nearly broke little Z.Z in half is going to be very satisfying. Z.Z, how are the ribs doing dear?" Alaina said, mockingly waving at Z.Z and grinning.