Fathia Aiyn Vs. Amy "Lion" Evans

Fathia rolls the opposite direction once Amy was off her. She crouched low, holding onto her stomach as she looked at the blonde with a cool air about her, even though the wincing from the belly punching. "I do not need a reason to take from you." Fathia said smoothly and lunged for her Donga stick, trying to grab it so she could wield it against the blonde.

Amy was getting sick of having her eyes racked at, apparently less and less wrestlers had ale rate ways to fight besides cheat like little bastards, still she had every intention of making her opponent squeal for doing so. 

"No but then again I don't need a reason to kick your ass." Amy said as she saw Faitha lunge for her weapon Amy ran and and tried to soccer kick her side to stop her or at least stun her for abit.

Fathia got her hand on her stick just before the kick slammed into her. She gasped sharply and rolled but made sure to hold onto the stick as tightly as she could. She curled her free hand against her side where the kick struck her and narrowed her eyes. So far, she hadn't been able to gain any traction in the fight and she didn't like it one bit.

Amy nailed her side and sent Faith to her back though she wasn't able to get her to let go of the stick it hardly concerned Amy at this point, She just had to get some more hits in on her and she would crumble like the wimp she was.

Striking down with her foot again Amy would raise her hand and drop down in an elbow drop to take the wind out of Faitha further and keep her from trying to get up.

"Ghhhhhh!"

Fathia was still on the ground when Amy's full weight came down against her. Her eyes shut and she hissed in pain. She was torn between continuing to try for her stick and fighting back, knowing she might lose the opportunity to do one if she tried for the other. The pirate was starting to grow weary and the pain was definitely there. She finally decided to let go of her stick and reached out with both of her hands to try and grab hold of Amy's hair, if only to hold her in place while she tried to regroup.

Amy was loving how easily she was shutting this girl down a hoped to be able to continue doing so, trying to adjust herself to more thouroughly control her opponent Amy began moving up. 

Suddenly Faitha grabbed her hair and began pulling, halting her efforts to keep her down as she yanked on her head. Amy brough her hands up to where her hands were placed and began pulling back. "Let go of me you bitch."

As Amy struggled with Fathia, tugging at her wrists and trying to jockey for position, Fathia was trying to find a way to put up some offense. She spread her long legs and folded them around Amy's body. She hooked her legs and then squeezed, hoping to crush the blonde's sides with a body scissors while she continued to tug on Amy's hair to keep her distracted.

Amy failed to pull her arms away from her hair and failed to notice what Faitha was about to do. Before she could act her opponent had her legs wrapped around her waist Andy began squeezing, while keeping her hair in her hands.

Amy let out a yelp as the pressure set in with move on her hair as Amy constantly tried to pry away her hair and her legs but not really succeeding with either.

Fethia smirked as she finally got Amy in a bit of a bind. Narrowing her eyes, she tugged sharply on Amy's hair in one direction then immediately tugged i sharply in the opposite and tried to use her position to roll the two so that Amy would be underneath Fathia and the Somalian would be in control.

Amy was in an awful position and even she knew it as much as she didn't like it. He reposition got worse as Faithia rolled her to her back to get the better position, something Amy was helpless to stop as her waist was squeezed and her hair was pulled.

"Fucking...get..off!" Amy screamed at her sending her hand forward to nail Faithia's belly once again to try and put a stop to her pulling her hair and her scissors. She sent more and more punches to deter her as she used her other hand to try and break off what she could.