Rude Awakening: Matt vs Zina and Shadee (Completed)

Matt saw her gasping and coughing, and in a normal situation would have felt guilty, if she wasn't a sadistic psycho woman who had been asking for it ever since the match began.

"Bombs away!" Matt shouted. He would fall down while she was vulnerable and deliver an elbow drop to her back.

Zina blinked in surprise, surprised the boy didn't fall for her act. She clenched her teeth when she saw him leaping up and would drop the act to roll away to avoid him.

She would then rise back to her feet, mildly amused. "Not bad, honey. You seem not to let your feelings get in the way of a fight... Hmm... this could actually prove to be a challenge." She mused to herself.

Matt's elbow colided with the floor instead of her back, but no serious injury was attained. So she had been faking. He didn't even consider that, being too focused on the fight at hand. Who knew that would pay off?

"Like I said," he grinned. "I'm full of surprises!" While he was still on the ground his legs would spring forward and scissor her own legs. Then he would twist them to make her lose her balance and send her to the floor again.

Zina chuckled softly at what he said, then blinked as Matt lunged forward with his legs. She quickly smiled again however, leaning towards him, and tried to fall on top of him, holding herself up with her arms, hovering over him, with her breasts hanging over his face, constricted only by the nylon ropes she wore to barely conceal her body.

Matt blinked when he saw her coming right at him. "Oh snap!" he cried, and held out his arms in front of him, hoping to catch her. What he caught though was her breasts. Both of them in each of his hands.

He blinked again. "Nice...."

Zina smirked a little as Matt just groped her breasts. "Hm-hm... you're lucky you didn't hurt them.." She informed him, then reached a hand down to cup him between the legs. "Otherwise, you might have gotten something precious to you hurt as well..."

"Hurt them?" Matt asked, smirking himself. "I wouldn't be surprised if you had given them names." He flinched when he felt her hand cup his manhood. She obviously had no problem fighting dirty. Her hand was so warm. She was exciting him. The adrenaline was pumping.

"I....can see see where your mind is," he growled. Much as he hated to do it he would let go of her breasts and grab the hand between his legs. Then he would get his own legs around it and put her into an armbar.

Zina chuckled, letting go after hearing his comment. Hopefully her hand would escape his grasp, and she would try to get up off him afterwards. If she wasn't quick enough, however, she could possibly be at his mercy in the armbar submission.

Matt couldn't let the only advantage he'd gotten in this match get away, and he quickly applied the armbar.

"I hope you like pain," he hissed. He would pull back on her arm, stretching it and putting strain on the muscles and joint.

As sadistic as Zina could be, she did not enjoy pain inflicted on her body. She hissed and struggled as the boy got the hold in on her. "Gh... damn it... let go!" She growled.