Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Jocelyn was almost at the point of recover when Allison's knee slammed into her face. She let out a grunt and her eyes drooped as she clutched her nose. Her hair and face was a mess. She was a mess. Her head was throbbing and when Allison started to speak, Jocelyn was ready to growl at her before she even heard what she said. But as the words trickled into her brain, Jocelyn's growl turned into a wide-eyed stare, her mouth slightly a gape.

The words were far more bewildering than any attack she'd taken so far from Allison.

Madam...

Such wonderful raw materials...

Strong woman...

Whatever Allison had meant by the words, Jocelyn only heard what she wanted to hear. Suddenly she found herself forcing her head down quickly, shutting her eyes and blushing deeply. No one had ever complimented her like that before. Maybe she was wrong about this woman? Was Jocelyn at fault for being such a horrendous bitch?

Jocelyn got to her hands and knees slowly, panting as she did. Her cheeks were still mildly flushed but she looked like she was about to stand up. She glanced at Allison's thigh and ground her teeth together. The bitch wasn't even bleeding and Jocelyn trying her hardest to break the skin with her bite. Considering Allison barely even yelped when she was bitten, Jocelyn felt a heavy weight upon her suddenly. With all her efforts, Jocelyn didn't even do anything to Allison. Nothing of note at least. Allison was looking down on her, like everyone else. She pushed her hand forward and pressed it up against Allison's thigh to try and prop herself up. While she was standing up, her other hand balled into a tight fist and as she pushed upward, she growled and tried to slam her fist into Allison's stomach.

Allison was a little curious about her opponent. She wanted to frustrate and dominate her, but she also wanted to see what she was made of. She watched as Jocelyn approached her, almost not bothering to mind her safety.

The most vocal members of the crowd were the ones who wanted violence, who took pleasure in the cruel, underhanded tactics that invariably were displayed in a match between two bad girls. There was no one really to cheer for, only the pain they caused one another. They cheered as Jocelyn's fist slammed into Allison's stomach.

She grunted and bent forward, but forced herself to stay upright, at least long enough to grab Jocelyn's hair, jerk her head down, and club her forearm across her back. Allison was beginning to feel like she was in a fight, and she liked it.

Jocelyn grunted as Allison clubbed her down into Allison's stomach. She was feeling weaker from the adrenaline high she was on and where legs began to shake. She wanted to drop back down to her knees but she still had fight in her. She hadn't shown Allison that she she wasn't weak. She still needed to hurt Allison but she wasn't getting anywhere with what she was doing now except draining her strength.

Still, her arms rested on the shelf of Allison's ass, her fingers pressing downward just to maintain a grip. She then managed to smile through her ragged breaths. "Fucking polecat..." She muttered and slid her thumbs under her tights to catch them. She pushed her head into Allison's stomach and then yanked up as hard as she could to give Allison a deep wedgie. It was too bad the bitch was wearing that stupid jacket, she wanted to hear what the crowd had to say about getting a good look at Allison's ass.

Allison gasped in shock and let out an enraged scream. Her face reddened. The tails of her vest still covered her butt, but the crowd laughed and cheered all the same. Certainly this girl could do as she liked in this match, but she must be prepared for the consequences of something like this.

She jerked Jocelyn's head back by the hair and wrapped her hands securely around either side of it, and then cruelly drove her thumbs into the girl's eyes. Of course, it was blatantly illegal, so the ref would be on her quickly enough, but this had nothing to do with the match. This was punishment.

The ref frantically shouted at Allison about letting go and began to count. "One!"

Jocelyn grinned as she heard the scream. Finally she got something out of that smug bitch. SOmething that was real and that hurt her. It was intoxicating and she needed more. But before she could contonue ravaging the Brit, Jocely was pulled back by her hair and roughly forced upward. She had her teech clenched and strained to grin at Allison. A spiteful grin to show her how much she reveled in hurting Allison.

But in two seconds, she could not maintain anything but a scream of pain as her eyes were painfully gouged and tears formed at the edges of her lids.

"Gyaahfuck!" She cursed and her claws went to work scratching at whatever she could of Allison's body. Raking her fingernails down Allison's arms and clawing at Allison's chest to try and get her to let go.

Allison's face twisted with anger and hatred, she grimaced with all the scratching of her perfect skin. She let go of Jocelyn and gave her a sharp slap across the face before wrapping both hands around her neck and lifting her up. She let go with one hand and turned to the side and slammed Jocelyn forcefully down on her back, putting all of her weight and strength and rage into it.

The tone of the match had changed somewhat. This girl wasn't like most others she'd faced that were perfectly happy to fight clean regardless of the circumstance, believing that their adherence to the rules would somehow let them come out on top if only they held on long enough. This girl required some correcting, some respect, and Allison would teach her that, if not break her back.

"Withered old polecat!"

Jocelyn shouted right before Allison once again went for her neck and lifted her up. Jocelyn wasn't going to take it lying down anymore. As she was lifted up, she mad sure to swing her legs as close to Allison's womanhood as she could get in her position. Jocelyn was being choked and eye gouged, obviously the ref was only passively enforcing the rules. If she was disqualified, that wasn't going to stop Jocelyn from trying to hurt this woman. If anything, it might give her license to be even more aggressive and dirty.

Even if the kick hit, Jocelyn would be slammed down onto her back rather painfully. Her eyes widened and her back arched and she let out a sputtering gasp as she hit the ground., feeling the ring shake from the impact. Her hand snaked behind her back, her legs spread and she panted hard through clenched teeth as she looked up at Allison with one eye open.

Allison buckled when she got Jocelyn up, gasping at the sudden pain, and when she slammed the girl down she stayed down with her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth tightened, she resisted making a sound, but she stayed down on her side. One hand tucked between her thighs and the other slapped the mat. This just wouldn't do.

"I am going to thoroughly enjoy..." She growled, anger showing through the restraint in her tone. "The horrible things I am about to do to you." She pushed up on one hand and worked on summoning the will to get back to her feet so she could act out some of the vicious, violent scenes that flooded her mind.

Jocelyn panted heavily as she was mostly able to presume that her flailing kick hit its mark. It was too bad that she didn't get another shriek out of the Brit but there would definitely be time. Allison's words forced Jocelyn to smile as she turned her head and looked at her foe, both feeling the strain of the dirty fight.

"Fuck you, dishlicking old gammer. That's exactly how I feel about kicking your wrinkly ass." But Jocelyn knew her talk wouldn't do much good in her position and let out a soft groan as she tried to roll away from Allison and push up to her hands and knees.

Allison was speechless as she looked down at the heap of a girl that, despite the beating she'd given her so far, was still chattering away like an angry squirrel. That simply wouldn't do. It would be a challenge, evidently, though she grew suddenly weary of putting up with this girl any longer.

She pulled herself up to her feet and took a few steps around the ring. She shook out each of her legs and then turned to face Jocelyn and stopped.

"Get up." She commanded.