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

Fathia sneered as she watched Alaina drop from the sharp stick to the eye. Watching the girl's stick skitter away, Fathia angrily tossed her own to the side and crawled towards Alaina, limping as her knee pressed into the soft grass but moving none the same.

She slithered up Alaina's body and sat on the Amazon's butt. She then reached up and grabbed the tightest fistful of hair she could and yanked as roughly as she could with one hand and reached pout with her free hand to claw at Alaina's forehead and rake her fingers downward into the eye she had just hit with her Donga stick. She was seething and with each tightly clenched breath, a vile hissing noise escaped the Somali.

"You, what, now?" She growled. "You won't take one bit from me!"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alaina howled as Fathia's fingers dug down into Alaina's already puffy skin, drawing blood! Alaina howled as she brought her hands up to rip Fathia's hand off of her face but the damage had been done. She was a bruised, swollen, bloody mess around her eye!

Alaina's hair was pulled as Fathia sat on her backside and Alaina was in a bad spot. Her neck and head were hurting from the hair pulling! "Fuck you, you petty pirate bitch!" Alaina screamed defiantly. Alaina was desperate and tried to roll herself and Fathia over to put herself on top and wildly swing away at Fathia!

Fathia spread her legs, mashing herself against Alaina's butt as her knees dug into the soft ground underneath her. She let go of Alaina's hair and flopped forward to compress herself fully against the Amazon's boy and tried to curl an arm underneath the girl's chin.

She pressed her lips against Alaina's ear while she tried to secure the choke. "Greedy, not petty. And there will be plenty to fuck once you pass out. I told you, I'm taking everything from you."

Alaina felt the choke hold start to set in as Fathia stayed on her back. She groaned and grunted as she struggled to breathe. Alaina reached out to try to try Fathia's hands off her chin, using her own nails to dig into Fathia's fingers! Once Alaina could get Fathia's hands off of her she wanted nothing more than to bring her head forward as far as she could, snapping it back to slam Fathia's face! ""Like hell you will!"

Fathia was having a bit of a time securing the choke. Alaina's strength was most likely superior, all things considered, and the added raking of the fingers along her arm was only causing Fathia to pull away rather than to secure anything. Fathia was forced to decide on what leverage she wanted. Did she keep Alaina pinned down with her hips or try and secure the hold?

When she ultimately decided to go for the hold, Fathia scooted up off Alaina's butt and onto the small of her back, straddling the Amazon more cleanly before leaning in, only to take a sharp headbutt to the nose. It dazed her briefly, halting her choke attempt and leaving Alaina holding onto Fathia's arm.

Alaina knew that she was not going to fare very well if Fathia got the stick back. If they were both unarmed and this turned into an actual match, things swung back into the favor of Alaina even if it was just slightly in her favor. Alaina dumped Fathia off of her and moved as quickly as she could to maneuver herself at Fathia's legs. That banged up knee was exactly what Alaina wanted to target, and a figure-four leg lock was just the thing she needed!

Alaina scrambled to get that hold set, knowing that spreading her arms out and leaning back would make it hard for Fathia to reverse by rolling over. Even better was that Alaina knew that no rope break was there to save her....

Fathia grunted as she was shoved off Alaina, shrugged like a sack of potatoes while she was dazed. When she hit the ground, she tried to sit up, only for Alaina to grab at her legs and try and put her in a figure four.

Fathia flailed and wriggled, trying to keep the move from being applied, but as she did, she felt her knee acting up once more. She tried to reach for Alaina's hair but swiped at nothing. Her turquoise eyes were wide as Alaina sat down and complete the lock.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Fathia screamed as her already injured knee was twisted painfully. She wriggled even more, trying to twist her lithe body, but now that there was pressure there, she was practically howling.

Alaina leaned back as far as she could, putting everything she had into the hold, and doing all she could to elicit a submission from Fathia! "Its over Fathia! Tap out before you get hurt!" Alaina shouted as she grit her teeth, pouring it on the pirate captain! She wanted that title belt back, and was willing to do whatever it took to do it!

Targeting a weakened body part was the strategy that evolved, and it was something any strategic wrestler would have done. Her dislike of Fathia, the theft of her title belt, and general trouble the pirates caused her in her career erased any sort of guilt Alaina felt as Fathia screamed in agony!

Fathia was practically shrieking at this point. It didn't take long before she was slapping her hand as hard as she could against the soft grass underneath her. The referee who had been stationed nearby for just this reason was swift to ring the bell.

Alaina to one last wrenching bit of punishment in on Fathia as she heard the bell!  Alaina got up and held her hands high as the crowd roared!  The side of her face was red and swelled up, and she could only see out of one eye because of it.  As she was announced as the winner and given her title belt back she hugged it and held it high, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.  She dropped down to a  knee, wondering where Peggy went.  Alaina owed her young friend, fan and training pal a nice gift for stopping Z.Z.  Fathia and Z.Z have used underhanded tactics against Alaina more times than she cared to admit. "You couldn't beat me at your own game Fathia... fuck you..." Alaina growled at the pained Fathia, wiping her own face to remove the tear tracks.

Alaina saw a writhing Fathia on the ground and walked over to where their doing sticks were.  Alaina put her belt around her waist, an awkward fit but right now she didn't care.  She held the sticks up so Fathia could see, but the amazon kept well outside of the reach of the pirate.  "You like taking shit and keeping it huh? Have fun finding your doing stick! Maybe I will hang on to it, maybe I'll use it for kindling.... or maybe I'll just hide it somewhere here so you will see it again.... eventually."  Alaina said as she left to go to the backstage area with both doing sticks.  Unlike Fathia she wasn't going to keep this as a trophy, or hostage the way Fathia kept Alaina's belt.  

However, she knew Fathia would have a hell of a time finding this where Alaina hid it..... inside a dumpster.