Fathia Aiyn Vs. Mina Mistletoe

As she went to slam Mina down, she felt her own thighs grgrabbed. "Wha..." She said and was forced to stumble backwards and quickly rolled up into the pin. She tried to wriggle free as the ref began the count

"1!"

Mina held her breath and held onto the pin, leaning into Fathia to strengthen her hold against her, causing her breasts to press slightly against her thighs.

Fathia growled and dlammed her her hand into the mat as the ref counted to two. She had been so bewildered by the reversal that she didn't even realize she could easily break the hold by grabbing Mina's head and soving her or hitting her.

The ref got to "3!" and Fathia gasped. She growled as she rolled away, the ref indicating to both fighters that they were allowed to stand up before continuing the match.

Mina pushed herself up to her knees, surprised that she had managed a surprise pin so early in the first round. Wearily, she brushed hair out of her face. "Huh. First fall to me." She smiled at Fathia as she stood up. "I can't wait to giftwrap you this round."

(OOC: Seriously, I didn't expect you to go straight to 3)

((It will make the match more interesting. I didn't reallye xpect to either. ))


Fathia snarled at Mina. "Heh." SHe said smirking. "You got the easier of the two, matey." She spat coldly. She then raised her fists up. "The next trasure chest is of the sweeter kind, but while I'm pumped and ready to fight, I'll hardly let a spark be lit down there." She then charged at Mina and aimed a kick at the kitten's side.

This time, Mina was ready for Fathia's charge, sprinting to the side to avoid the pirate's attack while launching a kick of her own at her. "Hi-YA!"

When Fathia saw Mina go to dodge her attack she reached out with her hand to try and grab hold of her hair. She didn't really need to do much if she could get her hands on it, byt Mina's own running around, it could snag her up. She braced for the kick if it still came at her, the best she could.

"Nyaaa!" Mina gasped as Fathia's hand grabbed her green hair, causing pain to flare in her scalp. The Christmas Catgirl stumbled sideways, her attack faltering, and almost instinctively she shot a fist up at her foe's face to make her let go.

Fathia wasn't looking to keep a grip on the hair longer than it took to make her miss the attack. She let go of the hair and would try and catch Mina by the wirst. If she wwas able to, she would pull Mina forward and try and force the Xmas kitty into a knee to the gut.

"OOOMPH!" Mina grunted as Fathia rammed a knee into her gut. She doubled over, coughing and gagging from the blow. With Fathia holding onto her wrist, she knew, she was in deep trouble.