Rude Awakening: Matt vs Zina and Shadee (Completed)

To Matt's surprise, Zina fell on top of him, moaning from his hold. He frowned. This girl was one who didn't like not being in control of a situation. Well, that was something she had to get used to.

He would grab her head and put her into a sitting reverse headlock.

(Lost me on that one.)

((Basically its like using a DDT then still holding on to the head afterwards.))

Zina growled in frustration, raising an arm and would start pounding it into his stomach repeatedly. She was aiming for the sternum, trying to wind him so she could FINALLY break away.

Matt tried to hold her as long as he could, but the constant hammering on his stomach was starting to hurt. He would try to hold on to the headlock, then add a bodyscissors to the mix, squeezing around her middle.

Zina growled as the boy just didn't get the hint and resorted to digging her nails deep into the tender parts of his waist, digging in deep!

"YEOW!!!" Matt yelped, and released the headlock and bodyscissors. She had some sharp nails! Now he simply lay beneath her.

Zina smirked when he finally let go, but she still kept her nails dug in for a couple more seconds before getting off him and stepping back. "You're annoyingly persistent." She commented, standing a safe distance from him.

"I like to think of it as a competitive edge," Matt replied, bringing himself back up. Her stomach was hurting thanks to her punches, and her nails had left some marks. He gestured for her to bring it on. "Now are we gonna talk, or are we gonna fight?"

Zina clambered back to her feet, dusting herself off. "Hmph... pity. I was hoping to have fun with you. Seems I'll have to get serious." She said, before bringing a hand to her lips and whistled shrilly. Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped Shadee, looking at Zina, slightly scuffled. Zina smirked a little at Shadee before starting to walk out of the door. "I've lost interest with him. Take care of him for me." She instructed before leaving.

Shadee watched as she walked out the door, then turned to the boy, pounding her fist into her open palm, intending to show the boy no mercy.