Seeking the Strongest: Beth vs Matt (complete)

Beth would get to her feet, rubbing her arm a bit as she started flexing it. "I told you. Beth. Don't ask again." She continued to frown at him, despite being so happy that she'd surprised him. It never got old surprising others at how strong she was.

Once she was sure her arm was fine, she'd raise her hands up again, curling them into fists. She was intent on making sure he was out cold the next time he went down. And then she rushed him, But rather than once more going for a barrage of blows, she'd instead move to slam her right fist into his crotch, once more going for the low blow.

Beth came charging again, and Matt decided to be nore wary from now on. When she saw her lowblow coming at him, he quickly leapt back from the strike that would have HURT.

He decided to play her game and go for a punch of his own. He couldn't bring himself to punch a girl in the face, despite her having no problem doing the same. So he would go for her stomach.

Having missed her first attack, she'd rush right at him. This, of course, put her right into the path of his punch. She'd grimace as the blow landed, having not tried to block or dodge it at all. Matt might think he'd gotten her, but she'd lash her right fist out, aiming a hard punch straight for his face.

His stomach punch landed, but he didn't celebrate when her retaliatory punch nailed him in the jaw. Of course, she could probably take punches better than he could. A boxing match would end with him out cold in the middle of the hall. He had to think of something fast.

"No more Mr. Nice Guy!" He would rush forward, ducking down under his punches to tackle her to the ground.

Beth would let out a cry as she was tackled, landing on the ground with him on top of her. Without waiting for him to get into a better position, she'd aim to elbow him right in the face. Repeatedly if necessary He was turning out to be a lot better than anyone she'd faced recently.

"OW!" Matt yelped as he was painfully elbowed in the face, quickly getting off her. Everytime he thought he had the advantage, she would hit him. She was fiesty! But he had a few tricks as well.

While she was still down he would grab her legs and tuck them under his armpits, then turn her over into a boston crab.

Beth would grit her teeth, still trying to keep him from getting the advantage. She'd try to keep her body from being turned over, but she couldn't. He'd had the leverage with her still on the ground. Closing her eyes, she'd push her hands against the ground, trying to flex her legs and toss him off. Yet unlike her arms, her legs didn't seem to have nearly as much strength. She was still trying to dislodge him though before he put more pressure into the hold.

Matt grinned when he sucessfully put her in the hold despite her struggles, and reared her legs back to pour on the pressure. Finally he had the advantage again. Still, her struggling was getting worst, and he didn't know how long he'd be able to hold on.

"So, Beth. Feel like giving up?"

Beth would start grinding her teeth as he applied the pressure. She could feel her face turning red. Not from embarassment, but from anger. She was getting quite pissed at being held in this hold. It was the only thing helping her block out the pain right now.

"Screw....You...." She couldn't force herself from this hold at the moment. Yet she wondered how much longer he could keep it locked in.

"Good. You're tougher than you look."

Matt then released her legs and let them flop to the floor. Hopefully that had taken some of the fight out of her. But he had to wear her down completely.

He would move to her head, take her arm and scissor it between his legs, then lock his hands under her chin and pull back into a painful crippler crossface.