Hardcore Match: Fathia Aiyn Vs. Deathbird

Hardcore Match
Winnign Conditions: Pinfall, Knockout or Submission.
Match Stipulations: NHB and weapons allowed.

Fathia lifted the walkie-talkit to her head and pressed the button. "Oi, ya in place?" She said into the speaker.

It crackled back and there was a choppy voice ont he other end. 'Ya, cah-tin. Yaya an I are ready ta go. Don' be leavin us wait 'ere forever though, aye?"

Fathia shook her head and smirked before tossing the walkie-talkie. Her music began to play and she pushed through the backstage curtains. in one hand was her wooden donga staff that she always carried with her. hanging loosely at the end was a softly clinking sack. Fathia strolled to the ring. She slid inside and she eased to her corner. This was going to be fun. She hadn't done enough for most people to know to much on what to expect. She was quite alright with that. Now all she had to do was wait for her opponent to come into the ring and receive her beating.

Soon after Fathia entered the ring, a loud sound like an eagle shrieking filled the entire stadium and the crowd was terrified. Then, an explosion of black smoke came from 5 feet close to the ring. Once it was clear, Paramore's "Misery Business" began to play and there stood a girl with dark purple and black hair. Her clothing consisted of a dark shining purple sleeveless zippered suit with the collars covering the bottom of her face, long black fingerless gloves, and black army boots.

As she was walking along, she noticed that the men were all looking at her in awe of her beauty. She responded by giving an innocent look in her eyes and a seductive kiss to make them swoon and fall before her. Inside though, she is a sadistic, bad-tempered, and revengeful woman who would do anything to get what she wants, even if it means getting the men out of the way. She then jumped and kept her balance on the top rope before doing a double axle flip into the ring and gave out a loud screech that can reach 3 feet at the audience.

In the end, her red eyes glowed as she smiled evily.

(BTW, is Fathia wearing her same outfit as in her profile pic?)

(yes)

Fathia watched all the pomp and flash with all the apathy her curl-lipped sneer could muster. By the time Deathbird was finished, Fathia simply swung her donga stick forward and let little coin purse at the end of it clink to the mat. "We ain't even havin this fight unless you put up a wager, matey." She said. "I'll put up my pieces o eight. What about you? And keep in mind that I have no use for a screech. Gonna need to come up with something better 'an that."

Fathia then swung her staff and slammed it against the mat, talling it against the canvas as she stared atDeathbird, her lips formign into a smirk.

Deathbird would say nothing and look very stoic as Fathia placed her wager and swing that stick of hers. When requested to place a wager on the match, Deathbird paused for a moment before reaching into her pocket and taking out her clinking coin purse. She walked over to her opponent and dropped the coin purse next to the other.

Then Deathbird said, "The only pieces that would satisfy me in this match...is yours when I break you into eight."

Fathia's eyes narrowed at Deathbird's words. She then looked down and looked at both coin purses. She slid her foot and kicked them both out of the ring, letting them clink to the ground.

She then turned her attention back to Deathbird and smiled. "You're awfully grumpy tonight, matey. Wake up on the wrong side of the plank?" While she stared Deathbird down, she didn't wait for the bell and swung out her donga stick to try and catch Deathbird off guard and slam the hard wooden stick into the girl's knee.

"Was that even supposed to mean something?" asked Deathbird before the match can begin. Suddenly, Aiyn was aiming to swing her stick to hit her in the knee. But Deathbird attempted to kick her targeted leg out and deflect that stick with her boot. If this worked, she would get in her fighting stance in preparation to begin.

Fathia swung with the intent of bashing Deathbird's knee in. Fathia was surprised at Deathbird's nimbleness but the donga stick was something she was quite decent with and pushed at the kicked out leg, trying to trap the foot in place with the stick and use the position throw up her leg and swing it between the girl's extra spread legs.

Deathbird was then surprised when Fathia took the advantage of her position and spread out that kicked out leg to make her legs spread a little. From there, Fatjia would swing her leg below Deathbird's belt. "AHHHH!!" she screamed out as she covered her womanhood and backed off stumbling.

But Deathbird would chuckle through painful moans as she said, "Heheh...good one."

Fathia watched as she put down Deathbird with her donga sick. It was satisfying to be able to not need to hold back in this match. It was going to be good too if Deathbird was this stupid the whole match. But as the girl looked up at her and smiled, Fathia, instead of getting angry, smiled back. "Not as good as this one." She said and pulled her donga stick over her head like a battle axe and then swung it down to try and smash Deathbird over the head. Unlike most, the thought of finishing a match quickly and getting out with her bag of gold in tow sounded pretty good to the pirate.

As Deathbird held her womanhood to try and relieve the pain, she saw Fathia take out her stick to attack her again. Seeing it rise up to strike her in the head, Deathbird would attempt to use both hands to catch it and ignore the pain. If this worked, she would also try to pull back quickly to get Fathia over and spear her in the stomach with her own hand.