Beth Riana vs Matt Floyd (complete)

Beth would let out a cry as her arms were pulled back, Matt's foot keeping her planted on the ground. Normally, she'd try to power out of the hold immediately. But the DDT had left her dazed. But after she managed to get her bearings, she'd start to pull down on her arms, using her strength to try to power out. Yet her arms were starting to hurt a bit, having been in the hold for a little bit.

Matt could fell her trying to power out of his hold like she had in their last match. This time he was more prepared for it, and kept hold with his own strength. This would add to the strain being but on her arms already. His plan was to wear her arms down so that her punches would have less of an effect. Those things were lethal weapons! It would also be easier to put the handcuffs on later. So pulled all the harder against her strength.

He still couldn't believe this tiny girl was giving him such tough match!

Beth just couldn't power out! She'd start thrashing, but would stop when she realized it was causing his foot to grind into her back painfully. All she eventually could think to do was kick her legs as she cried out, feeling the strain on her arms. She cursed herself for not being very good against submission holds. She was sure others could get out of this hold if they wanted to. But she couldn't. "D..Dammit!"

After one last tug Matt decided to let her arms go. Matt would take no chances though, and would quickly place her in another submission hold to weaken her arms.

He would straddle her back, take both her weakened arms and but her into a double hammerlock, twisting both her arms behind her.

"As much as I enjoyed your hitting," Matt said sarcastically. "It has to stop."

Beth had wanted to hold her sore arms when he finally let the hold go. But he was too quick in twisting her arms behind her back, causing her to cry out again as she kicked her legs, burying her face against the floor. It was starting to really hurt, having her arms put through this. Of course, it would keep her from using her strength effectively. "Let....Go..."

Matt continued to painfully twist her arms, chuckling at her struggles. He wasn't even fully aware of her voice anymore, getting more into the match the longer it went on. "I'll let you go," Matt assured, an almost evil grin on his face. "I'm just making sure your arms are jelly."

Her arms couldn't have much left in them, so he had no issue realesing them. He figured it was time for the handcuffs to come into play. They were sitting on Beth's bed, so he would walk over to retrieve them.

Once released, Beth would lay there rubbing her arms, her eyes shut tight from the pain. She'd had her arms sore from working out before... but that didn't hurt like this did. She didn't try to get up at this point. He had no opposition so far in getting the handcuffs.

Once Matt retrieved the cuffs he would walk back over to her and place his foot on her back to stop her from going anywhere. He wasn't sure if her arms were truly depleted, but now it wouldn't matter. Even she couldn't break through steel.

"I actually wanted to be a policeman when I was younger," Matt said idly, making to cuff her hands behind her back. "Guess this is the closest I'll ever get."

Beth would let out a groan when Matt stepped on her back, squirming as she realized what he was doing. "No...dammit..." She'd start cursing under her breath, trying to free herself. But he would manage to handcuff her regardless, since her arms were too sore to really be useful in fighting him off.

The satisfying click of the cuffs locking around Beth's wrists brought welcome relief to Matt, since now the punches he had come to fear were now put to rest. "Phew," he sighed again. The ref girl raised his arm in victory, which actually made him wince. He had taken a pretty bad beating. There was still blood on his lip. Suddenly he felt the need to get back at the boxing beauty.

"What was it you were gonna do if you won?" Matt asked. "Use me as a punching bag?"