Beth Riana vs Matt Floyd (complete)

Her vision was spinning after the sudden release and impact of her head smacking the floor. She'd let out a small groan, trying to get up. She did have a hard head. Thanks to that, she wasn't too out of it. She would spin around even before she got up, aiming a low blow for Matt's crotch, hoping to return the favor of the low blow

Matt's eyes went as wide as dinner plates when the low blow landed. It was something he had been dreading ever since the match again. He wasn't gonna lie, that hurt!! He was pretty sure something popped down there. He instantly fell down to the ground, clutching his aching area.

Beth wanted nothing more than to pay Matt back. She'd stradle him however he was laying on the ground, and would start raining punches down towards his head, hoping to literally pound his face into the floor. She wanted to knock him out it would seem. That would make it quite easy to slap the handcuffs on, wouldn't it?

Beth was on top of Matt before he could stop her, and then he took the first of many punches to his face. They came one after the other, hammering his head, one of them managing to draw blood from his lip. He was sure she wouldn't stop until he was knocked out. Which would be soon if he didn't think of something fast.

Beth would stop, frowning before she got off of Matt. He sure was made of tough stuff. Most people were out cold after the first two hits. She'd aim to slam her foot down onto his stomach, hoping to knock the air out of him before moving to retrieve the handcuffs. She was sure she'd won. Not to just apply the finishing touches.

Matt was hurting by the time she got off him. Things were going a lot differently than their last match. He would be handcuffed soon if he didn't get his act together, and then Beth would use him as a punching bag.

"Like hell!" Matt snarled when that thought crossed his mind.

When her foot came down, Matt quickly rolled out of the way, and then would kick her leg out from under her to send her to her knees. Then he would run and headbutt her in the stomach. Her stomach had to be pretty sore by now from his previous punches. Hopefully this would stun her.

Beth hadn't expected Matt to be able to fight back after that barrage. Perhaps she was a bit overconfident. She'd curse herself as she fell to her knees, aiming to lash out again at Matt. But as she swung at his face, she realized she was going to miss as he moved in close. The headbutt would knock the wind out of her as it hit her gut, causing her to gasp for air as she fell forward, holding her stomach. It definately hadn't been a good idea to take those blows earlier. He didn't exactly hit soft, that was for sure.

Matt's headbutt scored, but he stumbled afterwards. That barrage had knocked his senses for a loop. His attack had been pure luck. But he couldn't go out yet. Wiping the blood from his mouth he approached her.

He would pull her to her feet, put her in a reverse headlock, and try to perform a DDT.

Beth would take a few deep breaths before she was pulled to her feet. Grunting a bit, she'd aim a punch at Matt's side. Yet it wasn't as strong as it normally was, and it was likely Beth would feel the DDT. On the hard floor of her room no less. She'd lay there after the move, her head swimming with pain. She was trying to force herself to get up, but she was too out of it at the moment.

The DDT worked, but Matt had taken her punch before he had performed it. Matt was finding it hard to stay on his feet. They were gonna kill each other if this went on much longer. He had to wear her down some first.

"Let's start with those arms of yours," Matt said.

He would walk up to her as she lay facedown, then place his foot on her back, between her shoulder blades. From there he would grab both her arms and pull them backwards in a surfboard submission hold.