Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Lu Zhou Yi: Mud and Steel!

Jocelyn's swimsuit was indeed more for show than for being a sturdy form of protection to her bosom. It came off easy enough and Jocelyn's eyes widened. Her face deeply blushed and for a moment, she froze. One hand came off of Yi's neck and she quickly scooped up some mud to try and cover her exposed breasts and pert nipples. "N-nooo!" She cried out, the sound more of someone who was embarrassed than angry.

Yi had to capitalize on this moment of embarrassment. The bit of fabric which had been plucked from her opponent was tossed to the unseen elsewhere in the ring, securing it's removal entirely and freeing that hand for other tactics. It slapped into the mud and 'helped' Jocelyn cover herself in the sticky brown muck... except Jocelyn probably wasn't attempting to smear it all over her face. Yi's other hand still worked on the hand at her throat, going for the wrist so that she might twist it and lock it painfully. The historian would have the upper hand over the foul mouth!

Jocelyn growled as mud was slapped obnto her face. Her guard had been so down from the embarrassment that she didn't even react. Her grip loosening on Yi's throat as well, trying to pull it away to scrap some mud off of her face. The Chistralian wasn't even sure which emotion she should be feeling at the moment and it gave Yi the perfect opportunity to capitalize. All Jocelyn wanted to do was see and cover herself up.

Her mind focused upon her objective. One of them had to KO the other, and this was the only path to victory - the only way to end this match. While it may have been nice for Yi's fan base to strip Jocelyn nude, she decided that winning the match was more important. The historian batted away the last hand at her throat and moved in on her opponent, trying to reorient herself on her opponent's back. The scissors on Jocelyn's midsection revolved a full 180 degrees, a right arm wrapped around Jocelyn's throat, and a left arm locked it in place. Yi hoped this maneuver to be effective, as she'd never even attempted it prior to this match. All she had to do was tense and squeeze her body, hold the beautiful-yet-foul-mouthed woman close, and wait for every last bit of breathable air was extinguished from the girl's lungs.

Jocelyn was thrown to the floor hard and grunted as Yi climbed ontop of her. She growled but it was weak and as Yi closed her arm around her, Jocelyn's eyes widened. "Dam... you..." She said and weakly bucked against Yi to try and throw her off.

The historian held tightly, bending her opponent upwards and back as she had seen in a few of the videos, trying to get Jocelyn's chest out of the mud while the scissors grew tighter and the headlock continued. A simple buck from the girl was enough to break the headlock: Yi was no grapple artist, and when combined with the slick mud, most of her holds were not very strong. The scissors almost broke, but to Lady Lu's relief the buck wasn't nearly strong enough for Jocelyn to escape the scissors.

It must have been an amazing sight for the fans, two women almost completely covered in dirty mud. One was entirely topless, the other missing a shoulder strap and showing off her chest to the stands. Humility had no place on the battlefield, and as such, Yi paid it no mind at all... much to the fan's pleasure.

Jocelyn gasped as the hold was broken and she squirmed to try and turn her body up and throw out a fist towards Yi, just to try and get some distance away from her and Yi. She hoped the mud would make it easy for her to slideaway from Yi and to a spot where she could try and recover.

The historian moved to send an open palm strike into her opponent's back and was quite surprised when it landed on her chest. The rapid twist of her opponent had shaken the striking force and caused the open palm strike to be little more than a perverted grope. If that wasn't enough, a fist was almost instantly in the former fishers face. It hurt, enough to break the scissors and enough to force Yi into her own crawling retreat.

Jocelyn crawled away from Yi when the scissors were released. She had to try and rtegain her strength. The mud, thankfully, covered most of her unmentionables. Honestly if Jocelyn was not in a match, she would probably find the way she looked pretty darn hot. The mud covered and yet revealed, just the right kind of tease the Chistralian liked to be.

She turned around and clenched her fists, scowling at the historian, gritting her teeth and panting. She needed to start thinking clearly and fight normally but the mud would prevent her from going back to wu shu.

Once to the cage walls, Yi began to climb back to her feet, using the metal links as supports. She was lightly winded, and the trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth began to mix with the mud on her face to make a rather less than delicious concoction of flavors. Still, she said nothing to her opponent. The one of the last few clean patches on her (about midway between her left elbow and her left shoulder) was used to clean this concoction from her lips. There had to be a path to victory, and the light along that path was very dimly leading Yi's actions.