Seeking the Strongest: Beth vs Matt (complete)

Beth would slam hard into the floor, causing her to grasp her head in pain. She'd roll onto her stomach, cursing under her breath as she shut her eyes. She was more cursing herself for falling into such bad shape already. Yet she wasn't done yet. She wouldn't give up so easily.

Matt lay on his back after the suplex, panting tiredly after all the effort he had given so far. His body was covered in bruises from the punching frenzy earlier, but he wasn't done yet.

Wearily, he would crawl onto Beth as she lay facedown, straddling her back, drape her arms over his legs, then pull back on her chin in a camel clutch. It would trap her arms, and give him a brake from those punches.

Beth would let out a groan as he put her into the submission hold, causing her to shut her eyes. With how dazed she was from hitting her head and being suplexed like that, she hadn't been able to counter him. But she wasn't going to give up so easily. She'd clench her fists, thrashing her fists for a bit before realizing she couldn't really do much like that. So she'd have to endure for now,, not experienced enough in submission holds to know how to free herself.

"Maybe you want to give up now?" Matt asked, steadily increasing the pressure on her back. Submission holds were a boxer's achiles heel, and luckily submissions were his specialty.

"Go....to hell..." She wasn't going to give up. She had told herself she never would. If she ever did lose, she wanted to either be because she'd been knocked out, or too weak to kick out of a pin. Even if submission holds were her weakness, she wasn't going to let them make her tap out.

Matt had a feeling this girl wasn't going to tap out no matter what he did. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't gonna have fun trying.

"Have it your way." He would let her go, only to set up for something else. He would kneel across her back, cross her legs, then roll backwards grabbing her chin in a bow and arrow hold. "How about now?"

Beth would cry out, not having enough time between holds to effectively counter. She'd thrash her arms about, trying her best to hit him. She expected he'd tighten the hold when he realized what she was going to do. "Screw...You!"

Matt chuckled at her attempts to escae, having a little too much fun now that he was in control. Still, she would not give in. He had to give this girl some credit. He would let her go shortly, rolling her off his knees, but he wouldn't let her get away just yet.

Lifting her to her knees, he would take her arm and roll backwards, ensaring her arm and head between his legs in a triangle choke, which Matt had cleverly named the "Matt Trap", and start to squeeze the life out of her.

Beth was finding that her momentum had slipped away, and her energy was being sapped by the constant submission holds. She'd let out a groan once she was released. She didn't know what was next, but she soon found herself in another submission. She was seeing stars now, her thrashing reduced to small squirms as she did her best to stay concious.

Matt grinned as he knew he had almost won, with Beth's fiery spirit from the beginning of the fight had just about been extinguished.

He would squeeze her tighter between his legs, pressing her cartroid artery, denying air to her brain, gripping her one arm to prevent her escape. "So Incredible Beth," Matt chuckled, going back to his Hulk refference from earlier. "What are you gonna do now?"