Hardcore Match: Fathia Aiyn Vs. Deathbird

Fathia continued to try and push Deathbird back towards the ropes. Every time she jabbed with her donga stick, she stomped down with her foot. She stopped when Deathbird offered the wager. She shook her head. "I'm already gonna do that, matey. But if you have some more coin to offer, I'm all ears. But... you don't have much time to make your bet, now do you?"

Deathbird stopped as well as her back neared so close to the ropes. She felt that the match can be over with her defeated if she doesn't act quick. But how? She already offered up her coin purse and there was no other wager to put out. After some thought, she would slowly walk up and say, "No, I guess not. I don't have time for another, don't I? Well how about-"

Cutting herself off, Deathbird attempted to stomp hard on Fathia's bare toes before dropkicking at the stomach. It could be her chance to get this match in her favor.

Fathia stepped forward, letting herself relax enough to extend her ear and listen to Deathbird's offer. She raised a curious eyebrow but was caught off guard when Deathbird hopped forward and stomped on her toes. She growled in pain and hunched over enough to be thrown backwards by the quick dropkick.

She landed a few feet away dazed enough that she needed a moment to recover. But she wasn't so dazed that she couldn't lift up her hand and whistle loudly. And she did and a sharp sound cut through the air.

It was at that point, while Deathbird was on the mat after performing the dropkick that a pair of hands reached out through the ring ropes and tried to grab Deathbird by the hair to hold her in place.

"Oi, Yaya. Cah-in's callin fer us!"

Deathbird at first was confused when Fathia gave a whistle, but then she felt two hands grabbing at her hair. "HEY!! WHAT THE-!!" She would scream out as she tried to get those hands to let her go. Then she heard the other voice talking to Fathia and she couldn't but chuckle. "Hmhm, Yaya?"

(Am I power playing again? Sorry if I am.)

(No, actually I planned this from the beginning. I have been seeding it throughout the match)

"Yaya! Ya know?" Z.z. Said as she held on as tightly as she could while Deathbird was bent over, trying to free herself. He was the
cloud shaped ghost man that followed Z.Z. around. How could Deathbird NOT see that?

Fathia, meanwhile, grinned widely. Z.Z always did her job quite well and while Deathbird was fooling around with the girl who held her in place, Fathia raised her donga stick up high and swung it down hard, trying to smash Deathbird in the back of the skull in hopes of finally putting the annoying girl down for good.

As Deathbird was continuing trying to pull herself free. She could feel Fathia coming closer and her shadow depicting her donga stick being raised high. Her mind would scram out, "No, no, no! It cannot end like this! It can't! With that in mind, she attempted to go along with Z.Z.'s pulling so she can try to avoid the attack and maybe have a chance to win.

If this doesn't work though, Deathbird will be in for a big headache.

Z.Z was not trying to yank on Deathbird, merely hold her in place. Her captain would take care of the rest. And when Deathbird stopped, Z.Z. grinned. "Got 'er, yaya." She said as Fathia crashed the heavy wooden donga stick into Deathbird, looking to knock her out with her mighty swing.

As soon as Z.Z. had his say, Deathbird just closed her eyes in preparation for the worst...and the worst soon came. "AGH!!" she screamed out at the top of her lungs as she was hit hard with the donga stick. She was having a splitting headache as she kicked against the mat and tried to not pass out. Still, Deathbird gritted her teeth as she said, "Okay...you win this one, Fathia. But you better watch your back for I'll have you sunk next time."

When Deathbird surrendered, Fathia grinned. The bell rang and she raised her hand in victory. Z.Z let go of Deathbird and quickly scampered off with their booty. "I told you, matey. It's not wise to mess with a pirate. And never come betwixt her and her pieces o' eight."

Fathia laughed as she turned around, slung her donga stick over her head and exited the arena to a hail of boos.

Faithia Aiyn wins via submission.

Deathbird gritted her teeth as Fathia walked out. A couple of people took a stretcher to get Deathbird on for they knew that a hard blow to the head might not help her walk straight. As she lied there, she would mutter, "Just you wait! No one beats me and expects to let it stay that way! I'll get even with you. Mark my words! I...I will...uhhh..." The headache was too much for her and she would now pass out and rest.

(Nice match! " title="Smile" /> )