"Dumpster Match" Andrea Ümlaüt Vs. Fathia Aiyn

"Dumpster Match" - First person to throw their opponent into the garbage dumpster and seal them inside, wins. No DQ's.

Angel Of Death by Slayer would play throughout the packed arena as Andrea Ümlaüt would make her way to the ring, greeting the roaring crowd with a sly smirk as she began to wheel down a garbage dumpster down the entrance ramp, toward the ring. It had been quite a while since Andrea had stepped in the ring, she had been mostly taken it easy after her debut match. Not really bothering or wanting to do much around the league until she was at last approached by officials to have a match or be fired from the AFW. With that being said, Andrea would have herself booked to have a Dumpster Match tonight. A match type she directly had chosen.

"Fuck yea! Andrea Ümlaüt is back bitches!" Andrea would roar with exitement as she left the dumpster by the entrance way before sliding into the ring, wearing her usual attire of a tight black tanktop, camo pants, army boots, and spiked wrist bands. Andrea then stood in the center of the ring, gazing at the roaring blood-thirsty crowd who were ready to see hardcore wrestling at its best.

Andrea's music died down and and the crunchy guitar of "get gold" by ALI Project began to play. out strolled the tall proud figure of Fathia Aiyn, modern day pirate. She had her Donga Stick slung over her shoulder with a small little back hanging from the end of it. The crowd booed, knowing the girl lived to play dirty and thinking this match would definitely work in her favor. She stepped intot he ring with grace and eyed her opponent before swinging the 8 foot tall wooden stick forward and letting the small sack clang to the ground.

She looked over Andrea and smiled cooly. 'I don't fight without making a wager. So put something on the line or else I'll beat you down for wasting my time and just take everything." She motioned to the floor. "If you win, you can have what's in the sack. A nice chunk of pieces o' eight. So, how about it?"

"Wooooah..." Mutterd Andrea, lighting up as the sack of gold dropped at her feet. "E-Everything!? Fuck yea!" Andrea would jump up happily, ready to strike it rich prompting her to seach her pockets for something of Value. "Shit... I got no cash..." Andrea would whisper to herself, pulling out a guitar pick from her pocket, looking distraught for a moment before snapping her fingers and steppin out of the ring, reaching under the apron to pull out a Ibanez S Electric guitar before sliding back into the ring, placing it beside the sack of gold.

"I bought this the other day so I could bash ya in the head with it... But this will work right?" Asked Andrea, who had snuck into the arena the night before and hid the guitar under the ring, planning to use it as a weapon, but now it seemed she was wagering it.

Andrea couldnt help by still eyeball the bag of gold in the ring, she was now a bit tempted to snatch it and run off with the bag, she decided that it would be better for her to beat Fathia and earn the gold as well as keep the guitar.

Fathia frowned as Andrea said she had no cash. But still she patiently waited as Andrea tried to figure out what sort of collateral she was brining to the wager. She raised her free hand to her chin and looked at the guitar. "Aye. It's a fine wager. But it better not get scratched during the fight or you'll have to find something else." Not that Fathia was even going to let it get that far. "If it's settled, then lets shake on it." She said with a smile as she offered out her hand.

"Aww I aint gonna even use it no more! Dont worry about it getting scratched up!" Andrea would scoff through her thick scruffy brown hair that coverd her eyes a bit. She wasnt exactly fond of wagering anything, but it seemed that Andrea had a thing for Gold that she didnt even know about, and just had to have it.


"Hmmm..." Andrea would ponder, scratching her chin, wondering if she could trust Fathia. "If the bitch tries anything I'll kick her in the pussy! Yeah... Good Idea!" Andrea would smile at her 'insurrance' to protect her against a possible dirty trick from Fathia.

Andrea would happily extend her hand to shake Fathia's hand firmly, giving her a smirk as she locked eyes with her.

Fathia was indeed 'Up to something' but she took the hand and gave it a firm shake. She then gave a wry smile and let go. Se turned her head as though shewere going to turn and go back to her corner but as she did, She swung her donga stick hoping to smash the thick eoodrn poll into the sid of Andrea's head.

Andrea gave her opponent a firm handshake with a expressionless look on her face, scoffing a bit as Fathia gave her that smile, which gave Andrea a very uneasy feeling as they let go of eachother and went their seperate ways.

Andrea would watch her opponent for only a moment before she turned her back. A mistake, considering she was smacked upside the head with Fathia's Donga Stick, making a loud Cracking sound as it bounced against the side of her head.

"Shiiiit!!!" Andrea cried out, dropping to her side as she clutched the side of her throbbing head, which was used to taking punishment due to all the headbutts she dished out, however the dense donga stick was more than enough to give Andrea's thick skull a headache. Andrea then pulled her hand away and looked at her palm to discover a bit of blood upon it; the side of her head had been cut by the donga stick.

"You... Motherfucking Bitch!" Andrea would roar in anger before leaping to her feet, and rushing towards Fathia. Andrea would then attempt to grab and place both of her hands around Fathia's head. If Andrea could do that, she would then swing her own head back before whipping it foreward towards Fathia, trying to deliver her signature Headbutt manuever onto Fathia's Forehead.

However, Andrea didnt notice that there was a small jewel on Fathia's forehead which was hidden under the bangs of her white hair. Depending on wether or not Andrea was able to get ahold of Fathia and deliver the headbutt. Andrea would probbaly end up driving her thick skull right into the hidden piece of jewlry.

Fathia grinned as she watched Andrea falter. The Donga stick was quite a dastardly weapon and Fathia was quite skilled at using it. She was ready to finish the match before it even started but was caught off guard by Andrea's outburst. All the could do was step back as her head was grabbed. Her eyes widened as she instinctively squeezed her thighs a bit, expecting her womanhood to be attack. That, after all, was the first place she'd go. Instead she saw Andrea pulling her head back for what looked like a head butt. But instead of the normal shock of seeing such a maneuver, Fathia's face curled up into a small smile as she let Andrea do as she pleased, knowing what would happen.

Andrea was a born with a very hard head on her shoulders, and was always used to taking punishment from either chairshots or her own headbutts. However, Andrea had never hit a jewel before, at least until now.

With a mighty roar, Andrea smashed her skull directly into Fathia's forehead with a sickening 'Crack!' as he delivered the headbutt, only to shoot back away from Fathia with a horrid shriek of crying pain as Andrea held her forehead screaming; due to ramming her thick skull directly into the sharp Jewel that Fathia hid upon her forehead.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Andrea cried out, with tears forming at the corner of her eyes as blood began to trickle from her forhead as well the side where she was struck with the donga stick. Andrea was in massive pain; she'd turn away and clutch her wound, falling to her knees as the blood began to flow down her forehead.

Fathia was still surprised when the head slammed into her jewel. The force made her stumble back slightly and the indent from her tiara still stung a little. She clenched her teeth and formed a grin. As Andrea turned around. Faithia lifted up her donga stick, intent on brutally finishing off the metal head. "We wrote the book." She muttered as she'd try and slam the donga stick down on Andrea, double axe handle style.