Beth Riana vs Matt Floyd (complete)

Beth would take a moment to catch her breath. It wasn't smart taking those blows. But she'd managed to do more damage than she'd recieved. Though her stomach was a bit sore now from the two attacks. She'd move to sit on Matt's back, lifting his arms up to drape over her knees. She was going for a camel clutch, reaching down to yank up hard on his chin. "See how you like it." It was a simple submission to pull off. If it had been a complicated one, Beth wouldn't have been able to do it very well.

Matt was brought back to full attention once he was placed in the camel clutch, grunting and clenching his teeth. He had not been expecting a submission hold, since all he had seen of her so far was boxing. Seems like she had more than one trick up her sleeve.

"I'm not....out yet....," he hissed. He would thrash about, trying to get his arms free from over her legs. If he did, he would try to pry her hands off his chin.

Beth, not really concerned to hold the submission for long, didn't try to stop him from freeing himself. But when he started to pry at her hands, she'd give a sudden headbutt tot he back of his head, letting go afterwards. She was hoping to keep weakening him like this.

"ACK!!" Matt cried when head butted to the back, flopping forward to the floor. He was not off to a good start in this match. Beth's no mercy policy was beginning to show. He lay there recovering, but his adrenaline was starting to pump.

Beth quite possibly could have gone to get the handcuffs and win the match at this point. But she was determined to beat Matt into the ground first. Reaching down, she'd grab ahold of his hair to lift his head off the ground. She didn't bring him to his feet though. Instead, she'd bring him up enough so that when she brought her right knee forward, it would slam against his jaw if he didn't do anything.

Matt winced as Beth lifted him by his hair, and then his eyes sprang to life. And then he would do something he rarely did. He would thrust his fist up and deliver the low blow.

Beth wouldn't blame him for the low blow. Its what she would have done. Her eyes went wide as she let go of his hair, falling to her knees as she reached to hold her crotch. That had hurt quite a bit. She cursed herself for getting hit like that. But at the same time, she knew that she couldn't predict how he was going to counter so easily.

Matt shook his head to get his thoughts together. It was happening again, the adrenaline rush causing him to do things he wouldn't usually do. Still, he didn't deny it worked, with her writhing in pain.

He would go up to her, scissor one of her legs, then move up to her head to pull back into an STF.

Beth would let out a small cry as she was put into a submission hold, starting to quickly thrash her fists about, hoping to hit him off of her. She couldn't let him start to put her in hold after hold. It was how she lost last time, and she was sure it wouldn't be any different this time. She also wanted to get free so she could return the low blow to him.

Matt struggled to hold on as her fists hammered on his arms. She obviously had caught on to his tactics from their last match. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way," he growled, and he let her go, slamming her head to the floor for good measure.