Hardcore Match: Fathia Aiyn Vs. Deathbird

Fathia let out a sigh of relief as she felt Deathbird let her go. She didn't want to be put in a Boston crab at all. She pulled her legs up and then performed a kip up, getting to her feet quickly and using her momentum to drive herself forward to try and headbutt Deathbird, knowing that if she could pull it off, her metal headband would mitigate any damage she might suffer from it as well as amplify what she might do to Deathbird.

As Deathbird got on the defensive, she would see Fathia going in for a headbutt. The opponent was quite quick so Deathbird had to either take it or counter it. Choosing to defend, Desthbird would try to put her arms up to block. But she would hiss when the metal headband hit hard.

If this can work, Deathbird would also attempt to grab Fathia's head and give her a few knee strikes to knock her off. If not, the force would make her stumble back a little.

Fathia's head bounced into Deathbird's arms, mitigating most of the impact and canceling out her "advantage". She growled but couldn't keep Deathbird from grabbing her head and kneeing her. She grunted with each knee that hit her and and tried to ball her fist up so she could slam it into Deathbird's boob to try and get the girl off her.

As Deathbird was going to one more knee strike, she felt Fathia punch her in the breast. "Ugh!" she would grunt as she covered that breast and stumbled back.

But she would smile and say, "Hm, not afraid to fight dirty with or without that stick, eh? I like that. Finally, an opponent to match up to me!" Getting back to her fighting stance, Deathbird was ready to tear things up in this match.

Fathia looked at Deathbird with a smile. "Fighting dirty.. is the only way to fight, matey." She said as she took a few steps back and stretched herself, looking as Deathbird got into her fighting stance. Fathia inched forward with no particular stance and when she was close, she snapped her foot forward to try and kick at Deathbird's thigh, hoping to distract the girl as she tried to follow up with a spinning backhand to the face, looking to crash her metal armlets into Deathbird's head.

Deathbird got ready as Fathia got closer. She knew that for someone like her, she would have a trick up her sleeve

"NNGH!!" Deathbird grunted as she felt the metal hit her arm quite hard. But trying to ignore the stinging pain, she would attempt to fight back by stomping her boot down on Fathia's foot to hold her for a while. If this worked, she would follow with three jabs to the face before a roundhouse kick to make her fall.

Once again, when Fathia felt one of her attacks blocked, she was surprised. But the idea of what Deathbird was doing made the pirate smirk. She had an idea of how to move forward with the match. But in the process of being blocked, she felt the hard hard boot stomp on her bare foot. She growled as she was punched, only managing to block the last one as she was staggered a bit. She kept her hands up as the round house kick came but the force kept her staggering as she was backed up against the ropes.

Deathbird's little trick had worked and now Fathia was staggering back to the ropes due to the force of her attacks. She would pound both fists together as she said, "You look like you're ready to throw in the towel. Well, don't fall yet, I still got more to show you. And trust me, it won't be pretty when I'm done with you."

Saying this, she got back in her stance as she inched to her opponent on the ropes.

Fathia grinned at Deathbird's words. "Ahhh, ya got me..." She said as she arched her back and stomped her heel into the mat. She snuck her arm around behind her back. "On the verge o collapsing. That's why I'm takin a little break against these ropes." She said and lowered her head, letting out a soft heaving breath, keeping an eye on Deathbird. As the girl closed, she swung her arm out from behind her back, the donga stick back in her hand suddenly as she lashed out at Deathbird and looked to aim a hard strike at the girl's head.

Deathbird was watching Fathia closely for she knew that this white-haired girl always has something lethal up her sleeve. She would glance at her opponent's movements and saw that one arm was behind her back. It could be a trick so she had to be ready.

Sure enough, the stick was coming in fast and ready to strike. But Death it'd attempted to dodge out of the way to avoid it. If this worked, she would crouch down and hit fast at Fathia's stomach several times to make her double over before tossing her to the center of the ring.