SS '13: Dark Match: Cassie Elliot Vs. Lu Jiao Jocelyn

Jocelyn's pulled up her leg and clutched it tightly. Such a sharp and quick strain on her muscle could have seriously tore it. She was worried that might have happened but she didn't have enough time to thing about it as she found herself guided to her feet.

She was using Cassie for support more than anything, unable to ready even an thought of counter attack before she was thrown towards the ropes. Her first instinct was to crumble back down to the ground as she felt the searing pain in the back of her leg but she stubbornly forced herself through the pain and charged at the ropes. She thought that if she could run like this, then the damage wasn't serious. That let the adrenaline flow through her body as she turned and bounded back at Cassie. She saw the red head and fury blazed in her eyes as she scowled as fiercely as she could. She picked up steam and when she was close, she pulled her arm back and swung a wide clothesline at Cassie. She wanted nothing more than to take the Canadian's ugly head clean off!

Cassie backed up a step, wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and when Jocelyn hit the ropes on the far side she sprinted to meet her in the middle of the ring. She jumped low, dropping into a dropkick aimed to blast Jocelyn's leg out from under her while the girl's clothesline cut through the air around where her head used to be.

Jocelyn was sure she had Cassie. When she saw Cassie charge back towards her, that only made her think the red head was even more idiotic that she looked. But as Cassie left her feet, Jocelyn's eyes widened. she was already committed to the clothesline and could only watch, almost as if she was in slow motion, as Cassie kicked her leg out from under her.

The momentum sent Jocelyn caterwauling and she landed against the mat spectacularly, The Chistralian laid against the canvas, panting little grunts into the mat, as her half opened eyes stared at the blue of sea of blue that crowded her vision.

Cassie jumped up to her feet and flashed a grin at Mamouru. She had her! With Jocelyn this out of it, Cassie could end the match in seconds. A dominant win like that, especially one that fast, would help to erase the memory of her very short and very one-sided loss to Megumi.

She picked up Jocelyn's ankle, stepped over her leg and bent to grab the other one, quickly and methodically working toward applying a figure-4. Once she fell back and locked it in, Jocelyn would tap, she could shake her hand and go celebrate. In Hawaii!

Jocelyn pushed herself so she flopped onto her back. It felt like she weighed twice as much as she did when her arm flopped against the mat. She turned just in time to see Cassie grabbing her ankle. Her she tugged as much as she could but that leg had been punished and her resistance at the moment was meager at best.

She could even hear the crowd begin to pick up. Her head turned enough to catch the sparsely filled seats now a little more filled in and the vast majority up at attention and cheering Cassie on with modest applause and even some hotting and hollering. Were they glad that Jocelyn was getting tortured? Or were they glad that the match was good?

Jocelyn had her answer but before the thought barely developed in her head, she felt Cassie grab her other leg. She snapped her neck quickly back to look at the red head only to gasp at what she knew was an inevitability. She threw her body upwards and flailed her arms to try and grab any part of the Canadian before she fell backwards.

She was too late.

Jocelyn's back arched when the leg lock was applied and she screeched into the Hawaiian sky. Her fists pounded the mat fervently and soon she saw the ref in her face asking for her submission.

"FUCK OFF!" She shrieked loudly into the ref's face, her own cheeks flaring red as her features writhed into a cringing look of pain.

Cassie felt a thrill from her heart down to the ends of her toes. She was close. She kept her breathing even and tried to stay focused, kept her body tightly wrapped around Jocelyn's legs while she applied the hold. She hold her upper body inches above the mat to maximize her leverage while she squeezed with all her strength to horribly bend Jocelyn's ankle and knee.

"Just give up!" She yelled at the stubborn punk. She really didn't want to injure her, but she wasn't going to let up either.

Jocelyn continued to shriek from the pain. She turned her head back to look to see how far she was from the ropes. Suddenly she was cursing herself for dragging Cassie out of here. Her fingers clawed at the map and she tried to push her upper body off the mat to alleviate some of the pressure that Cassie was putting on her from doing the same.

She tugged on her legs to try and yank them free but she felt like she was stuck in the human version of a Chinese finger lock on her legs. Jocelyn pushed her palms into the mat as sweat dripped down her body. She glared at Cassie and tried to crab walk backwards as best as she could. She didn't know how well she could manage it, but she wasn't confident in trying to reverse the move.

"Jam it up your arse cunt!" Jocelyn screamed. If she couldn't do anything to Cassie physically, she was sure as hell going to pummel her with insults. "Yobbo slut! I'll fucking kill you!"

"What?" Cassie said, and picked up her head enough to see Jocelyn. She frowned.

She had to pace herself. While she was rather surprised that both Jocelyn and her legs had been able to endure for so long, she knew she couldn't just go for broke and wear herself out too early. She steadied her breathing and worked on pacing how she applied pressure. Her legs might be tired when she stood back up, but Jocelyn might not get back up.

She couldn't think of anything clever to say back, so she began whistling while she worked her over. Trying to, anyway, through the exertion and excitement it was hard to whistle very well, but she did her best to render a jaunty tune.

Jocelyn flopped back down to the canvas. She wasn't making any progress with her crab walk and the ropes seemed like a mile away. At this rate, her leg burned so badly that she felt like she really might tap. Her hand slapped the canvas but she didn't bring it back up. She slid it along the mat ans scratched at it. Still, the thought was in her mind

That alone made her hate herself more than anything. She couldn't believe this bitch had gotten the best of her and it seemed like she had done it pretty easily. And then, as she lifted her hand up, relaxing her body and ready to slap the ground to end the match, she head... whistling?

Was that Cassie doing that? Where else would it be from? SHE FUCKING THINKS I'M A JOKE!? Jocelyn screamed inside of her head. She used all the strength she had in her upper body and threw it forward. What was she going to do though? There wasn't much on Cassie she could even reach. But before she flopped back down, her arm shot out and grabbed for one of the few things she might be able to grasp hold of.

Jocelyn tried to grab hold of Cassie's foot and sink her nails into ti to get a grip on it. If There wasn't a whole lot she could do that was that dirty, but this summertime setting may have just allowed her to stay alive. Jocelyn tried to grab hold of one of Cassie's toes and give it a sharp bend. Hopefully the jolt of pain would be enough for Jocelyn to pull her legs free from the devastating lock. Maybe she'd get lucky and break the stupid thing.

Cassie was whistling aimlessly and trying to think of a song she could whistle when the sudden, sharp pain in her foot brought her back.

"Ah! Ah! Quit it!" She shouted frantically. She quickly un-laced her legs from Jocelyn's and folded herself over her leg, with her foot by her chest, so she could throw her fist into Jocelyn's face. Her other hand tightly grasped her toes. Broken toes were horrifying and gross.

"Leggo my toe!" She screamed as she punched Jocelyn in the face.