The great underwear heist (Complete)

Still snarling with anger, Selene would proceed to straddle Matt and rain punches down on his face. "What's the matter, Matt? Where's that asshole smirk of yours?" She'd shout.

Matt knew he was in trouble, even as he kept a guard against some of her punches. Not only was she letting her anger get the better of her, she had used his first name. She must be really mad.

In an instant, Matt would drop his guard, only to deliver a punch to Selene's exposed stomach as hard as he could. If she was stunned he would roll her off him, and quickly get back to his feet.

Selene was too focused on hurting Matt to see the blow to her stomach coming. She was stunned for a second, and easily rolled off. Still seeing red, she quickly rolled over, pounding the mat, she forced herself to her feet with uncharacteristic speed and would quickly bound towards Matt, leaping at him with a dropkick.

Matt had just gotten to his feet when Selene planted her feet on his chest. It was if her anger was giving her speed. He 'ooffed' and was thrown backwards, slamming against the lockers behind him.

Selene rolled into a crouching position and attempted to sweep Matt's legs out from under him. Ordinarily, she would have felt bad about using hitting someone against the lockers when she herself insisted on the mats, but she was barely thinking at this point about anything but what would be the quickest way to hurt Matt.

Matt fell onto his side, silently thankful for the mats that he had laid out, or the fall after that leg sweep would have hurt a lot more. He couldn't let Selene continue tp pound on him like this. He had to think up some kind of strategy. But for now he would lay there, collecting his wits.

Selene would close the distance with a huff, and try to force Matt on to his stomach. If she could, she would straddle him and attempt to rain blows down on the back of his head.

By now, Matt had gotten his act together, and was ready for Selene. He grabbed her arms when she tried to turn her over, effectively stopping that maneuver, then try to work his legs underneath her to push her off him.

Grunting as he grabbed her hands, in an act of fury, she would try to headbutt Matt. If it connects, this would prove to be just as painful to Selene as she might have wished it were to Matt, rolling off her foe and stepping backward to her feet, trying to recatch her bearings. If Matt's legs work too well though, she'll be rolled off and get back on her feet to create some distance all the same, trying to catch her breath, just now realizing that the constant stream of aggression was depleting her stamina.

"OW!" Matt cried, her head colliding with his. Now it was just a reflex that he kicked her off her. He knew that one would leave a mark. Now Matt was getting angry. His adrenaline was flowing. Combined with his rising anger usually meant trouble for the ones he was facing. He blasted to his feet rushing at Selene, making to tackle her around the waist, and maybe slam her into the lockers this time.