A dash of immaturity (Selene vs. Matt) (Complete)

She glanced about the room as they entered, "I've seen worse."

After Matt asked his question, she turned back toward him, a much more predatory look in her eyes, befitting an actual fighter, "Oh, but that's the most beautiful part." She scoffed, "I don't know! Mr. Floyd, you're clearly a fighter, you've got poor little me cornered in your home turf... To be honest, I'm just a little scared." She laughed, "And I love it."

She cleared her throat, "But, histrionics aside... I presume, one 3-count pinfall or submission? If so..." She raises up her arms in a fighting stance, "Shall we dance, Mr. Floyd?"

Matt took note of her look and her chilling statement. He'd have to be a little more serious from here on out. That would be hard for him.

"You got it," he replied standing up. "Whoever taps out or is counted out is the loser. Now then..." He removed his t-shirt, revealing his muscled abdomen. He now wore nothing but his sweat pants.

"What say we get things started?"

Selene eyed Matt coolly as he undressed. "Well, it would hardly do for a lady to fight at an advantage," she said, still scanning his torso as she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the side, revealing her black, lace bra.

"Let's go." A vicious grin spreading across her face as she moved to lock up with him. An impulsive move, but she had to see what he was capable of.

The bouncing black bra momentarily distracted Matt as she came towards him but he quickly snapped out of it.

He would feint locking up with her when she was close enough, and then he would grab her arm and quickly lift her into a fireman's carry before flipping her over his shoulder onto the bed behind him. From there he could possibly get her into a crossbody pin.

In a flash, Selene found herself thrown onto the bed. Quickly, she rolled out from under her foe and spun to face him on her knees on the bed, "First in your room, now on your bed... you are something else... Judo?" she grinned, catching her breath. This guy knew his stuff.

If he gives her the time to get to her feet (She'll hop down off the bed if he isn't on there), she'll try to approach him, feint a punch and follow through with a kick aimed at his midsection.

"I have been known to dabble in a bit of Judo," he answered snidely.

His eyes widened as she aimed a punch at his face and he raised his arms to block, when suddenly he was kicked in the chest, effectively knocking him off the bed. He fell with a grunt.

Wasting no time, she tried to press the advantage, bounding forward and following her foe, jumping off the bed and hoping to land a leg drop across his bare abdomen.

"OOFF!!" Matt grunted when her thigh landed across his chest. He was winded, and temporarily helpless.

Half expecting to crash inelegantly on the carpet, Selene paused for a half second to realize she had the advantage, and grabs Matt's right arm and lock an arm bar with her legs across his torso.

That half second gave Matt the time he need to quickly secure his trapped arm with his other one. "Nice try," he grunted smirking.

He would twist to force her legs apart and push her off, then quickly straddle her back when she was vulnerable.