Beth Riana vs Matt Floyd (complete)

Beth would bite her lower lip as he pulled her into another submission hold, squirming about some more. She'd not say a word, intent on trying to keep her mind on something other than the pain. At this rate, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd stay concious. And how long would Matt get to do this to her?

"I can't hear you," Matt chuckled, pulling back some more.

Matt didn't want to hurt Beth. Not permanently at least. If she submitted, she would be angry. Angrier than usual. More importantly, she would want revenge. This may be the perfect way to start a rivalry between the two. Things were always more interesting with someone specific to compete against. And he liked fighting the girl. She was a challenge, and almost his complete opposite. Always a good match. So she would either submit or she wouldn't, but she's still want vengeance.

If she didn't submit, he would release her already plotting his next move.

"F...Fuck...you!" Beth would cry out again, starting to squirm in the hold. It was starting to hurt more than she could bear. But when he did finally release her, she'd lay there breathing hard. He really didn't need to make her submit to get her angry with him. She already was. And she'd keep going after him until she won.

"I'm going...to fucking...smash your face in...asshole."

Not only did this girl hit hard, she had quite the mouth on her. "No need for language," Matt muttered. "I'm just kicking your ass."

He would turn her over on her back with his foot. Then he would go to her legs, bring up one of them, cross the other, and fall backwards into a figure four leg lock. With her hands cuffed, there was little she could do to stop him.

Beth shut her eyes tight, wanting more than anything to free her hands. Even with all the pain, she could have fought back. But she couldn't stop him with her hands restrained. Her legs weren't nearly so strong. She'd start squirming again, letting out a few sobs. She wouldn't give up. If she did, that would mean she might as well not even be a fighter. At least thats what it meant to her.

Up until now the rush of the match had swept Matt up, turning him into a ruthless fighting machine. It wasn't the first time this had happened. Many wrestlers in his old league had become afraid of him due to this trait. It was only when her sobs reached his ears that he finally snapped out of it.

"Whoops!" Matt yelped when he finally came to his senses. He quickly released her. "Sorry about that. I get carried away sometimes. You know how it is. Hope I didn't hurt you to badly!"

Beth was more ashamed that she'd started to sob. She wasn't weak! She'd roll onto her side once he released her, and wouldn't say anything. She'd just lay there, her face turned to hide against the floor. She was also trying to wipe eyes against the carpet, hoping to get rid of any tears that might have come out.

Matt rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. It had happened again. He was losing control of himself with every match. Look at what he had done to this proud girl. This isn't what he'd come here to do. He couldn't let his behavior continue on like this.

He decided it was time to put boxing Beth out of her misery. He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to make her feel weak either. Fighting women was a lot more complicated than fighting men.

He would sit her up, wrap his arms around her throat, and apply an efficient sleeper hold.

Beth didn't bother to struggle, grimacing when he applied the sleeper hold. It wasn't a painful hold at least. But it was one that was designed to knock the opponent out cold. She knew that much. She'd just let her body become dead weight, waiting fo the hold to take its effect and put her out. It was the safest thing Matt could do. Because if he released her from the handcuffs without knocking her out, she'd try to attack him again.

Matt would keep aplying strength to his sleeper, intending to safely knock her out cold. He would have never been able to pull this off if her hands weren't cuffed. He had won the match, now he just had to walk out of here safely.

Just before she passed out he would say, "Any time you want a rematch, you just come see me."