Fathia Aiyn Vs. Amy "Lion" Evans

Fathia smirked and chased after Amy, rubbing her sore stomach as she did. She once again reached for her Donga stick and snatched it up. She began to jab it at Amy hard to shove the stiff, wooden pole into Amy and keep her from being able to mount any resistance. She aimed for the head as much as she could, trying to rattle the blonde with sharp, repeated strikes to the head with her hard staff.

She didnt pay any mind to her opponents actions until to was too late, having been too busy trying to get rid of the headache from the headbutt, though she was rudely reminded when the stick she was so fond of started being jabbed into her particularly around her head.

Bringing her hands up she tried to block the hits as much as possible though each one hurt. Particulary any that hit around the bruised ared where she had just taken the headbutt and where she kept her guard up the most. She tried to swing her feet out and hit her legs as a means of stopping this assualt and give her room to strike.

As Amy began to kick and flail around, Fatnia smirked cruelly. She pulled her Donga stick back and watched the blonde's motions, faking stabbing my some more until she was certain she had the right position. When she thought she had a good angle, she stabbed downward, trying to blast her Donga stick viciously between the blonde's legs.

Amy couldn't seem to hit the girl from this distance though she was starting to block most of the hits and trying to stand up, though it still proved difficult as Faitha didn't let up trying to keep her down.

She failed to notice her opponet moving over to positin her self and realized at the last second as faitha drove the stick and nailed her crotch. "Aloough!" She moaned as her hands went to her crotch, her face scrunched in pain as she laid on the ground in pain.

Fathia's turquoise eyes lit up when she hit the mark. As brutal as it was, she was happy for it. As Amy writhed, Fathia turned herself and lengthened her grip on the haft of her Donga stick. She then set it in front of her and took a stance like a golfer. Looking at Amy, she then swiftly pulled her stick back and swung it like a club at Amy's head, trying to brutally put the blonde into unconsciousness.

Amy groaned out in pain from the agonizing blow she took to the crotch though she knew the one responsible was about to do something  nut at the moment couldnt bring herself to addressit yet and layed for it as another blow came and hit her head.

"Uuughh!" Amy was knocked back to the floor as the blindign pain from the stick knocked her head for a loop with all the blows to her head making trying to do anything coherent right now impossible as the blonde beauty was nearly unconcious.

With Amy now down, Fathia slipped around and stood over Amy. She looked down coolly at her blonde foe and slipped one foot forward, pressing her foot against Amy's shoulder. She then did the same with her other foot and pressed her Donga stick gently against Amy's belly and pressed. Now that Amy was officially pinned, the referee slid into position and started the count.

"You should have bet, matey." Fathia said. "Now I'll have to take something from you."

"ONE!"

Amy still couldn't tell up from down in her position as her head felt like it was in pieces and she was stuck trying to pick up the pieces. If she could hear Faitha's wordsl she would have had some witty remark to pay her back but at the time all she could do was lay there.

"TWO!"

Amy was shaking her head but still didnt seem to be making an effort to kick out, and none of her strength seemed to be coming to her as the ref raised her hand to make the final pinfall.

"THREE!"

The crowd showered Fathia with boos once the match had been decided. She let her slender arm be raised in the air and nodded. Winning always felt good and now she just needed to collect. She lifted up her fingers and whistled. Out from the audience appeared a white haired girl wearing a bandana with jangling gold bracelets clanking on her wrists.

"Oi! Cah'n!' Z.Z. chirped. Fathia kicked the small bag of gold she brought out and Z.Z. caught it and squirreled it away.

Fathia then shoved Amy onto her stomach with her foot and tossed Z.Z her Donga stick. Amy then knelt down and ran her fingers along Amy's sweat soaked body. "So, what am I going to take? You don't have much. I'll havw to make do."

Fathia then began tugging at Amy's top, roughly trying to pull her tits free from the black material.

Through the pain in her head, Amy could tell that a bell rang, meaning that she likely lost this match. While dissapointed she was still to beaten up to react much if at all to the loss. Though she imigined she would be pretty pissed once she came too.

Still in a semi conscious state she didnt do much besides groan as she was pushed over to her stomach as Faitha seemed eager to continue whatever she was planning to do. Though she did offer a bit of protest as she felt her top being removed it was the extent of her defiance for now.