Beth Riana vs Matt Floyd (complete)

Beth would let out a growl, glaring up at him from the floor. "Don't think I still won't next time. I'd especially enjoy using your face as a punching bag."

"You already did that!" Matt exclaimed. pointing to his bloodied face. "If that's how you feel, then you wouldn't mind if I used you as a training dummy. Need to work on my submission holds somehow." An evil grin crossed his face as he said this. His adrenaline fueled power wasn't done yet.

Beth's face would pale, remembering the rules of the match. Well it would have worked if she'd won. So of course he could do as he wanted. She'd turn her head away from him, grumbling a bit. "Whatever..."

"That's the spirit!" Matt would approach her, sit on her back, just on top of her cuffed hands. He would then grab both her legs, and pull them back into a boston crab.

"Just remember this match was your idea!" And then he would pull her legs hard.

Beth would wince, shutting her eyes tight as she buried her face against the floor. At least something like this would hopefully help her to build up a resistance to submission holds. She squirmed a bit underneath him feeling her sore arms being squashed to her back. She was half tempted to try and grab his crotch if she could, to make him get off. But for now she endured.

"I'll tell you what," Matt said to her over your shoulder. "I couldn't make you submit in our last match. I'm gonna make you do it now." After that he would pull her legs back further, almost bending her in half.

Beth would scream as he increased the strain on her. She wasn't that flexible. The pain brought tears to her eyes as she fought through it, grinding her teeth. "I'm...never...giving...up..." She didn't care if he caused injury to her. She wasn't going to allow herself to give up.

"Oh, yes you will," Matt assured, grinning when she had screamed. "It's all about finding the proper hold." He would keep the boston crab locked for another good couple of seconds before he let her go.

Beth was in quite a bit of pain when Matt finally let her go, her face buried against the floor. She already wanted it to be over. But at the same time, she knew it had just begun. She'd clench her fists, promising herself that she'd never give up. She didn't want to be weak like that.

Matt didn't expect Beth to give in too easily. He grabbed her foot and scissored her leg, going back to her head to pull it back into an STF. He had used this hold earlier in the match, but this time, she couldn't punch him.

"Feel like giving now?" Matt sneered.