Fathia Aiyn Vs. Amy "Lion" Evans

Match Type: Hardcore
Winning Conditions: Pincount, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: No Holds Barred. No Disqualifications. Weapons are Encouraged,

It had been some time since Fathia stepped foot in an AFW Arena and she was looking to do it again. As her music played, she strolled casually down the ramp, carrying her Donga stick like a walking cane. In her other hand, she had s small sack that she squeezed in her hand, feeling the weight of it. With each step, her smile grew as she looked at the crowd. Most did not recognize her, but she could see that some did. Soon they would recognize her once more.

As she slipped into the ring, she took a graceful walk around the ring and stopped at her corner. She looked regal and she felt it. She was ready to write another chapter in the book. She had her eyes on a certain prize, but a little detour just to sharpen her claws seemed to be in order.

Amy's music hit and a few seconds later she was out in her typical tiger get up, crawling out to the entrance ramp before letting a loud and proud roar before continuing her slow crawl down to the center of the ring. Once she got to her side she stood up and removed her fake claws and hair before eternity the ring.

Her opponent was already armed with a cane of some sort, Amy had no doubt that it would be used as a weapon in this sort of match, why else would she bring it. "So your my opponent? I hope you can provide some sort of challenge, I hate having my time wasted."

Fathia watched as her opponent crawled down the ramp. She roared and everything. By the time Amy stepped into the ring, Fathia's tall, lithe form scrutinized the woman. And when she finally spoke, Fathia shrugged her shoulders backwards and laughed.

"Crawling on your hands and knees, hm?" She said, her accent coming through despite the surprisingly sophisticated tone. "I'm glad you already know your place, matey." She said, her thin lips pursing into another smile. "I did come to be entertained.' Fathia continued and then raised her hand. "But, before we begin, why don't we make a little wager? There's nothing better than a good wager. I've brought some pieces o eight." Fathia said and tossed the bag to the ground, letting a few small gold coins spill out.

"What about you? What do you have to wager?"

Amy cocked her head as her opponent laughed, she was fine if she though little of her. She'd just make her regret it later. "My place is wherever the hell I want it to be and whoever gets in my way I knock over, but don't worry though you'll understand that when your on your hands and knees begging me to stop." She replied cockily as she was getting ready to start this up.

Her face loses her smile as Faithia as she makes a wager of gold and expects her to participate. "Wager? What the hell, you actually expect me to make a damn gamble on a match?! For what reason would I accept that only morons gamble!" Amy said angrily, she knew she was probably taking things out of proportion but her own hatred of the idea was a big deal with her.

Fathia raised her chin up. "That sounds like the talk of a loser." Fathia said with a smirk. "Let me put it this way." Fathia began to explain. "You can put up one wager." Fathia stepped forward. "Or I can just take everything." Fathia's movements were easy as she took another step forward, her tall frame quite comfortable in her own skin. "We wrote the book." She added.

"Or you know, someone with common sense which I imagine you've grown up without if you still do that." Amy protested. Being raised in Las Vegas removed the glamour of gambling from her eyes pretty quick, or at least trying to recover from the debt of gambling. Of course her words were little in co Parisian with Faithia's threat to take everything.

"Oh so that's how this is? Maybe I can just put up nothing and walk away with a win!" Amy said as she cheered forward and loomed to clothesline the cocky girl. It's not like it would be a bad thing, after all what rules exited in a hardcore match?

Fathia's eyes narrowed. Gambling was the only kind of thrill that kept the thoughts of her life at bay. Well, sailing and stealing as well, but she wasn't anywhere near a boat and she wasn't in a position to steal... yet. However, she wasn;t expecting Amy to attack before the wager was made and the clothesline came hard and fast, smashing into her perky chest before she could even bring her Donga stick forward.

"Ghhh!"

She was floored to the canvas, her long legs shooting briefly into the air as she it back first into the canvas. She groaned, rolling onto her side to try and quickly stand up.

Amy was glad to get the first blow of the match and take her opponent down with it was a bonus in itself. "Good luck trying to take everything when your flat on your back." Amy shouted.

Moving down to her side she sat on Faitha's hips and drove three punches into her belly, one in her solar plexus and two that tagged her belly button.

Fathia was just in the process of trying to get up when Amy straddled her. Fathia threw up her hands to try and block her face, but when the first punch hit her exposed belly, she coughed. Her eyes widened and she pulled her hands down only to watch Amy smash her in the belly two more times. Gagging, she flung her arms forward and tried to rake her fingers into Amy's eyes.

Amy hammered down the blows onto Faitha's belly intent to take her out. She didn't look like she had a particularly strong core so Amy figured she could have fun decimating it and leaving her breathless. 

However before she could really take control Faitha renamed up and clawed at her yes to temporarily blind her. "Aaaugh!" Amy screams as she backs up and off her opponent grabbing at her eyes. "Your..gonna pay for that." Amy said menacingly