Fathia Aiyn Vs. Amy "Lion" Evans

Fathia watched tih a careful eye as Amy tried to figure out how to continue at a disadvantage. She was amused when the girl pulled open the apron, believing that there was nothing under the ring that could help her. When she finally pulled out the table, the pirate's eye raised. "An interesting, but futile choice." She said coolly.

As Amy hoisted the table up and slid it into the ring, Fathia rushed forward and swung her donga stick downwards, to try and catch Amy flush while she was trying to get the table pushed into the ring.

Letting Faitha have e higher ground with that weapon slowly proved to be a hassle to over come as she struggled to find anything that would help even the odds. She eventually had to work with the table which if anything else would make her hard to hit if hse used it as a shield.

Of clurse that was assuming she could get it and herself into the ring without some interuption which ended up happening as she was sliding in, Faitha came charging at her at the time she thought she was vulnerable. All Amy could do was grabb a portion of the table and pull it up to try and deflect the blow.

Fathia's Donga stick smacked against the table as Amy managed to get it up in time. Her continuing ability to not get smacked by the stick was rather annoying, but Fathia didn't let her get it down. Instead, she hopped up and tried to drop herself onto the table while Amy was still holding it up underneath her.

Amy held up the table up and above her head while she tried to position her other hand downward to grab the other end and lift this thing up, right now it served little more then cover for her and even then it was worht much unless she could get it up and ready to go.

Before she could make this work however she felt Faitha come down on the thing, her weight adding to the table before she could even get a good grasp of it. This made the table push down and fall on top of Amy, sandwiching her down to the mat.

With Amy firmly under the table, Fathia stepped onto it with her other leg and stood upon it like it was a surfboard. She really wasn't hurting Amy too badly, she knew that, but she was definitely punishing the blonde in a certain way. Fathia raised both her arms and let the arena shower her in boos before she jammed her stick hard against the table right by Amy's head.

"You should have made a wager with me. Now I'll take it all from you, matey." Fathia said coolly as she continued to pound the stick against the table. "Unless... you yield." Fathia said and took one foot off the table and put it by Amy's head. "Submit, kiss my foot and I'll be on my way. Your dignity has suddenly found some measure of value to me and I think I'd be satisfied with that."

Faitha was on there perfectly as Amy had no way to shake her off, and she certianly tried to with the overbearing weight having caught her at such a bad time adding to her annoyance. Faitha made things worse as she began hitting the table with the stick, knocking it into her face and bruising her.

She kept up that attack while bringing her foot down and actually expecting her to grovel at her feet. Amy would have none of it but she would take advantage of the opening she foolishly gave her. Bringing her head forward as if to comply, she suddenly opened her mouth wide before biting down on her opponents foot.

Fathia's eyes widened as she felt the teeth gnash on her slender, beautiful toes. She instantly yanked the foot back and hissed in pain. Hobbling on one foot, she sneered and glared at Amy. The blonde was a bit of a petulant whelp and Fathia was beginning to get annoyed at her.

She used her Donga stick to stabilize herself while she brought her hand up and checked her toes to make sure she wasn't damaged.

Amy couldnt help the smike that crossed her face as Faitha jumoed back from getting bitten, she only regretted not breaking skin and making her pay for that stunt but she would settle for her freedom for now.

Getting to her knees Amy, would properly grab the table and spring to her feet as she ran forward, with the table in front of her she would run the girl over and get her rightful position on top again.

This time, Fathia was far too preoccupied to stop the table or even move out of the way. As it crashed into her, it sent her flying through the air until she crashed to the ground and rolled onto her side, groaning in pain. "Nnnn...." She cursed and grabbed her shoulder, slowly trying to roll to her hands and knees and make sure her Donga stick was still in her sights.

Using the chair Amy succesfuly floored the women and left her stunned for the time being which was exactly where Amy wanted her to be. Moving up she attempted to sit on her waist and pin her arms down so she couldnt stop her from securing the mount.

"Lets see how ell you do without that stupid stick to help you out." Amy said eagerly as she raised on of her hands and deove her fist back down into Faitha's slim belly. Then she sent another punch to her chest to mess with her opponent.