Seeking the Strongest: Beth vs Matt (complete)

Beth may have lost her momentum, but she never lost that aggressiveness that made her...well... her. She could feel herself starting to go out, and would raise her free hand, giving Matt the finger before her arm would fall limp to the floor. She wasn't out cold right away though. But after a few more seconds, she would be. And if it weren't for Matt having seen how she really was, he might almost think her to be a perfect little angel with how she looked when she was out cold.

Matt sniffed in disdain at her gesture. "Some people can't take a joke." He could feel her fading in his hold, drifting into unconsciousness. Fortunately for her, Matt released her just before she could be knocked out.

"Tell you what," Matt said kneeling down to her. "You're a tough girl, so I'll give you a choice. I can knock you out, or pin you. Whichever one you want."

They had never really settled on what kind of conditions the match had though. Beth, still disoriented, would let out a small groan as she tried to sit up. They were still in the middle of the hallway too. SHe was surprised no one had come across them wrestling yet. Though she really hadn't thought about it anyway. "Fuck... you..." Stubborn till the end it would seem.

Matt smirked. "I didn't exect anything less." It was time for the 'Torture Driver'.

He would grab her hair and lift her to her feet. Then he would drape her across his shoulders, pulling down her leg and chin in a agonizing torture rack.

Beth would scream as she was put into yet another submission hold. She couldn't even thrash about at this point, her arms hanging limp. If he held onto the hold for long enough, she'd slip into unconciousness.

"Last chance, Beth," Matt told her, threatening to break her in half. "Feel like submitting now?" He pulled down harder on her chin and leg to emphasize.

Beth would let out another cry. Every time she thought she was going to pass out, the sharp pain brought her back, causing her eyes to water. That made her angry with herself, since she was sure that it made it look like she was crying like a weakling. "N..never!" Even so, she knew her own bodies limits. And she was fast approaching hers. If he didn't beat her soon, she was going to likely end up needing to recover for quite a while in a hospital bed.

Once again, Matt smirked, which was never a good sign for those he was facing. He didn't think she would give up, she was just too proud for that. He liked this girl.

"Alright. You asked for it." With that he would throw her legs up for a suplex piledriver and plow her head into the hard wooden floor.

Beth was confused for a moment when he let go of her legs, and tossed them into the air. But then her head came crashing down, and she fell to the floor, her body laying limp except for the rise and fall of her chest from her breathing. She was out cold.

Matt wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at his handywork, Beth laying in an unconscious heap at his feet. "Tried to warn you," he sighed. He would then lay across her hooking one of her legs for the three count pin.

"One!"