Rude Awakening: Matt vs Zina and Shadee (Completed)

"Oh, I will," Matt assured. "Just as soon as you submit." He would pull the holder tighter, pressuring her arm to inflict the maximum pain, but not enough to break it.

Zina hissed from the pain in her arm, then decided to try something. She would try to roll backwards onto her feet to negate the attack, and if that worked, she would keep ahold of Matt's arm and reverse the armbar!

Matt couldn't stop her from rolling backwards, nor could he stop her from grabbing his arm. He could, however, stop her from applying the armbar.

When she had hold of his arm he would pull her back, and wrap his legs around her head and that arm, and squeeze her in a triangle choke. Matt called this the 'Matt Trap', and he would use it to weaken her.

Zina blinked in surprise when Matt caught her, wincing as she was caught in the chokehold. She clenched her teeth, trying to reach her free arm around his back. If she was strong enough, she would try to lift Matt up and slam his back into the hardwood floor to try to make him let go.

Matt grinned once he caught her. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're helpless," he snickered.

He felt her move her hand behind his back, attempting to lift him up. There was no way she could lift his entire body weight with one arm, but he would still take no chances. He would continue to squeeze tighter, cutting off her air and weakening any attempts she made to escape.

Zina clenched her teeth, managing to lift him up just a little bit, and then let him fall back down, unable to lift him up high enough for a slam to hurt. She grit her teeth, starting to get a little annoyed.

"Gh... you're starting to push it, boy..." She growled.

"Push it?" Matt repeated. "Like you were pushing those two double Ds in my face earlier? Not that I didn't appreciate it, mind you." With that he would squeeze tighter. "And don't call me boy."

He would continue to cut off her cartroid artery until she was on the brink of unconsciousness.

Zina clenched her teeth, struggling to break free, trying to throw her free fist at him wherever she could, not wanting to lose out to him.

Matt released her, figuring she had been weakened enough that she wouldn't cause as much trouble as before, and would let her flop to the floor face down. If she could get away, he wouldn't let her, and would sit on her back facing her legs. Then he wuold pull them back in a boston crab.

Zina flops down on top of him as he lets go of her, groaning softly, but would then try to climb on top when she felt him squirming, trying to pin him down and get a moment's reprieve.