Seeking the Strongest: Beth vs Matt (complete)

IN THE BOYS DORMS
Standard match, pins or submissions

Beth Riana, aka Bottle Rocket, has never been subtle. Nor has she ever thought to tone it down. Instead, she simply presses forward at 150%. Which is what brings her here to the Boy's Dorm. She isn't going to wait for a match. Instead, she's going to create one. It was either here, or in the shower room. One coin toss later and she was here. She was wearing her wrestling attire, though it was also her boxing attire. Whoever she ran into first, she planned on knocking them out flat.

Matt Floyd whistled cheerfully to himself as he walked down the halls of the Boys Dorm. Why was he whistling despite having lost his last match? Because today was another day, and another day meant another chance for a win. Why, his next fight could be right around the corner!

Speaking of corners, as soon as he turned one he bumped right into a small girl. "Oh, sorry about that!"

Beth had just bumped into Matt. But even though it was the first person she bumped into, it didn't always mean he was the strongest. So she'd give him her own little test. Likely before he could realize that she was a girl, and not supposed to really be here, she'd launch a fast right hook, aiming to catch him in the gut. Despite her small look, she did pack quite a punch. Though she still had yet to perfect any one hit knockout punches.

She rather hoped he'd pass her little test. She didn't want to be wandering around forever.

Matt's eyes widened in surprise when the girl aimed a fast punch straight at his gut. He used both hands to stop it, and winced at the strength behind it. This girl had a mean right hook! Clearly a boxer.

"I said I was sorry!"

Beth didn't smile, though she was rather happy at the moment. He'd stopped her punch, despite the fact that they were in close quarters with little time to react. "You'll do just fine." She barely spoke above a whisper. While Matt might be trying to figure out what she was saying, her other fist suddenly shot upwards at his jaw, aiming for a quick uppercut. Neither of them had decided on a match type, but she was going to start up anyway.

When another punch came Matt leapt backwards, hopping back until he was at a safe distance. It gave him time to asess the situation. There was a girl here, in the Boys Dorms, who just attacked him out of the blue. Meaning...

Matt grinned when he came to his answer, and slammed his fist into his palm. "If you wanted a fight, you could have just asked."

Beth still didn't smile, despite how happy she was. He had some skill. If she was any judge, she'd have to say he had trained quite a bit. He wasn't like some, who started training a bit and came here right away. Holding her fists up, much like how any boxer would, she'd watch him for a moment.

"Actions speak louder than words."

And with that, she'd suddenly rush him. She'd move to get in close, throwing a few quick jabs out. She was mostly aiming for punching him in the gut. She didn't want to extend herself with attacks to his face and leave herself open after all.

"I agree," Matt chuckled.

When she came charging with quick punches Matt would do his best to avoid them. He wasn't a boxer, but his reflexes weren't to be ashamed of. Her punches kept coming, and he kept backing up to avoid them, occationally blocking a few, but one managed to get through and nicked him on the side, making him wince and leaving him open.

Beth noticed immediately when a hit managed to sneak in. She'd step in even closer, her right fist launching upwards to slam into Matt's jaw. She seemed pretty intent on simply knocking him out, instead of wrestling. It wasn't that she couldn't either. She just preferred to pummel her foe.

Matt saw stars when her uppercut landed home, jarring his teeth and knocking him flat on his back. His world was spinning but he was still conscious, he's taken harder hits than that. Still, she packed quite a punch.

"Anyone get the licence plate of that frieght train?" he groaned.