A dash of immaturity (Selene vs. Matt) (Complete)

How... humiliating... the last thing I'm going to remember is this damn patronization. The entire world was becoming a fading blur for Selene... acting purely on instinct and with the last of her energy, Selene tried to strike at Matt's knee while jerking her body, the half-dazed collision of two plans, trying to hurt Matt enough to get out while bending his leg such that it was over his head, anything to weaken the hold. It took all of her strength, and even if she GOT out, she wasn't likely to be moving very fast after.

Luckily for Selene Matt realesed her anyway just as she was on the verge of passing out. He was pretty sure she wouldn't be putting up much of a fight after that, leaving her open to all kinds of holds.

"i suppose I could pin you," he muttered idly. "But what fun would that be? This is my first match here at Sex Wars! I have to make it flashy! And I'm sure you want to go out with a bang!" He grabbed her by her foot and started to drag her to the room's center.

She coughed, her face flushed heavily after all that, gasping for breath as the room slowly swirled around her beginning to take shape again. She was only slightly aware of what was going on, but she knew it wasn't going to be good.

As Matt finished dragging her to center, he picked up her other foot and tucked them both under his armpits. She seemed to give no resistence and made to turn her into the painful boston crab hold.

"Gaaaaah!" she screamed as he locked in the hold, the first intelligible sound out of her mouth since the hold. The jolt of pain brought her senses back into focus, but it surely didn't help her. She offered no resistance to the hold... still too weak from nearly passing out earlier to manage anything useful.

Matt cinched the hold in deep, nearly bending the poor girl in half. But he didn't offer her a submission. He was saving that for latter. Matt wasn't even fully aware what he was doing anymore, giving into his adrenaline.

"Don't worry, Selene, we're almost done." And he let her legs flop to the floor, and made to drop the full weight of his butt onto her back.

Selene could barely stifle her screams as Matt expertly wrenched her in the Boston crab.

She couldn't make herself give the submission even if she wanted to, she was still in shock that she was getting squashed this easily. When Matt released the hold, coughed again to try to catch her breath, uttering "Bastard!" through her teeth, but quickly had the air forced out of her by Matt dropping on her.

"Bastard?" Matt gasped dramatically. "Selene, I thought we were friends."

Matt cheerfully pat her behind two times before swiveling around to face her head. He would then drape her arms over his legs, and wrench back on her chin for a camel clutch.

She tried to struggle against the hold, but with what little energy she had left, she wasn't likely to make a difference. "Agh... nnnh..." She groaned as he applied the hold.

Selene was all but putty in his hands now. He was free to pull back and forth on her chin like she was a rocking horse. He even rubbed her head amusingly. "Is your hair naturally that red?" he asked idly. Once again he offered no submission. He gave her one last pain filled wrench before he let her drop.

"Time to finish this...."