Donga Stick Match for the Entropy Title: Fathia Aiyn Vs. Alaina Sanders

Match Type: Donga Stick
Winning Conditions: Knockout or Submission
Special conditions: Each girl will be given a special stick called a Donga stick. These are thick wooden poles about eight feet in length. No holds barred. No disqualifications. The match is fought in an open area.

For the final match of the evening, the ring was dismantled and the space left behind was replaced by a thin coating pre-grown grass formed into a very large and wide circle. It would be a different kind of match for the main event and the audience was interested to see how it might unfold. The preparations were made in quick order by the staff and soon the lights dimmed to herald the arrival of the current Entropy title holder. When "Get Gold" finally played over the speakers, the fans hissed and booed as Fathia Aiyn made her appearance. She had a cool smirk and draped around her shoulder was the gleaming title. In her other hand was her donga stick and she strolled down the entrance ramp elegantly.

Next to her was her ever faithful first mate Z.Z. who eagerly skipped down. The pirate clue had their best chance for a really big payday and Fathia was looking to take advantage of it. She would have the satisfaction of beating Alaina to a bloody pulp, selling the title for a cool million and getting it back just to sell it again. She was practically drooling at the thought.

So as she approached the "ring' and felt the prepared grass under her feet, she shut her eyes and took it all in. She became a pirate because it was much easier than staying on land. She couldn't say she had any particular allegiance to her home nation of Somali, but it stayed with her like a ghost. She kept some parts of it close to her heart and as she listened tot he booing crowd, she waited for Alaina to appear and smiled.

Backstage Alaina paced, tapping the donga stick on the ground. She knew she was at an inherent disadvantage due to the experience gap between the competitors with this lovely weapon. Clad in a one piece leopard print swimsuit, with matching kneepads and boots Alaina tried to appear confident. It didn't fool Peggy.

"Listen, you are gonna take care o' business. You are the champ n' ya can overcome this like anything else! If that little Z.Z pirate bitch tries anything funny I will show her some good old Irish fury." Peggy added with a wink. The curvy Irish oldschool wrestler was clad in her own wrestling attire: A green one piece swimsuit, gold kneepads, gold elbowpads, along with green and gold boots.

As Alaina's music played she came out and bound down to the ring, pumping up the crowd as Peggy skipped down with her. The crowd erupted and made it clear who they saw as the champ, and who they wanted to see leave with the belt. Peggy stood off on the side, shooting Z.Z an icey glare that was meant to penetrate her down to her bones. Alaina gave the same glare to Fathia, standing in the center of what used to be the ring. "I am going to fucking destroy you." The normally friendly woman said, venom dripping from her words.

Fathia didn't move a muscle as Alaina came down the ramp. She coolly focused on Alaina but Peggy's presence didn't go unnoticed. Z.Z., however, kept her eyes on Peggy. The busty Irishman could be a wild card and Z.Z. understood what this match meant to her captain.

Once Alaina was in the "ring" and staring her down. Once she spoke, Fathia smirked. "You brought someone to watch the show? Maybe when I'm finished with you, I'll move onto her." Fathia said and cast one glance at Peggy.

Fathia then began to stretch, bending over and running her hand down her long legs. She then stood up and leaned backwards, pushing her hips out. She then took her stick and swung it in the air, feeling the heft. It was like an extension of her arm. Just looking at Alaina, Fathia could tell how clumsy she was going to be.

Alaina just shook her head as Fathia spoke. What she said about Peggy raised Alaina's blood pressure a few nothces. Peggy was 19 and the thought of someone that young being subjected to Fathia's torment angered Alaina on many levels. She saw Peggy as a hot-headed younger sister, and Alaina was very protective of her.

She wasn't dead set on simply winning. She wanted to destroy Fathia, and beat her so bad that she would stay away from her forever.

Alaina did note the grace of Fathia's movemts. While she was a sentimental favorite of the fans she held bo illusions about the match. The amazon was in fact the underdog, facing a very uphill battle.

As the bell rang Alaina readied herself as best ahe could drawing close enough to be within striking distance and swinging the donga stick in a sweep, targeting Fathia's right arm!

Once the bell rang, Fathia began to step towards Alaina with a cool, cautious step. Her turquoise eyes were focused on the amazon's movements and when Alaina swung, Fathia snapped her stick down at Fathia's wrist to intercept the strike before it came and to try and loosen Alaina's grip.

Alaina let out a shrill yelp as the donga stick hammered her wrist, almost making her drop the donga stick! She withdrew and shook her wriat before gripping the stick with two hands again. Alaina held her stick up as defensively as she could, focusing on Fathia's hands.

If the difference in technique wasn't glaring before, it sure was now especially if one loomed at the nervous faces of Alaina's fans.

Fathia smirked and didn't wait for Alaina to get her guard back up. She pulled her own Donga stick up and snapped it forward as if she was going for an overhand axe strike, but pulled the stick in at the last moment, hoping to goad Alaina into pulling her stick up with the feint. Fathia would then quickly shorten the haft on her stick and put it perpendicular to her body before thrusting it forward as hard as she could towards one of Alaina's ample breasts.

Alaina bought the feint hook, line, and sinker! Her defense went up, leaving her chest totally exposed as the stick was shoved hard into her breast! "Argh! Damn it!" She howled as she staggered back, covering her chest which was now throbbing with pain! Such a quick, simple look strike caused what seemed like an inordinate amount of pain.... Fathia knew how to handle the donga stick, Alaina didn't.

She would have to be o her toes, and grow eyes on the back of her head. The stunned amazon knew it would be an uphill battle, but this now seemed more like scaling a cliff without any tools!

Fathia smiled coolly as her strike hit true. She was sadistic, sure, but sadism didn't rule her life like some other girls. To the pirate, it was just nice when it could align with her other goals and aiming for that kind of sensitive spot was pleasing to the Somali.

She continued not to waste any time and extended the haft on her Donga stick and pulled it back. While Alaina was covering her chest, that meant she had even less control with her own stick. Fathia swung hers downward, aiming for Alaina's legs to try and sweep the blonde off her feet.

Alaina's chest hurt, and her trying to rub the pain away did indeed leave her open for Fathia's sweep! Alaina landed on her back with a resounding thud! She grunted as she tried to roll off to her right and work her way back up to her feet!

Alaina knew she had to get back into it... but really didn't have a clue how to do it! She tried to keep the stick around torso level, just in case she had to block something, or try to block an attack. Her total lack of technique was her undoing so far. If this were any other match type Alaina was confident she would be the one in control, but this was the entertainment of Entropy... pure chaos could happen, and to the amazon this match so far was pure chaos.