Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Haruki Amai

Jocelyn was getting ready to have her first match since Summer Splash. She'd spent the time making sure her leg was rehabilitated after what the red headed bitch named Cassie Elliot had done to it. It gave her time to think about things. It also gave her an excuse to keep Dinah at bay. She had come to realize that she loathed that woman. Almost as much as she loathed Allison. That whole wretched family was something that Jocelyn wanted to destroy. But... she also didn't. Her feelings for Allison grew stronger after her match with Cassie. Her heart quickened at the thought of being around the ego maniacal blonde.

The time off also gave her a chance to see Cassie's next match against Dark Angel. Some stupid bitch that hid behind a mask. She wanted to see Cassie get wrecked but in the end Dark Angel seemed like such a stupid loser that she was barely upset when she got thrown into an ambulance. At least Jocelyn could say she walked away under her own power. Another bitch that she needed to take out. Another idiot that looked down on her.

Jocelyn was going to show everyone that her loss against Cassie was a fluke. She was going to do to her opponent what Cassie did to Dark Angel. Jocelyn rubbed her thigh and frowned. As long as something else didn't go wrong. She hadn't needed a clutch in weeks. It wasn't that serious. But there was a lingering thought about whether it could happen again. She thought if it happened once than she might be more vulnerable.

Once [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5l5xcO7AVU:19fyok8c]her music[/url:19fyok8c] began to play, Jocelyn stepped out from the ramp. Ever since Summer Splash she had become a lot more known. Known as the girl that Cassie Elliot practically murdered int he ring. She could hear some cheers. She never heard cheers and it pissed her off. They all felt SORRY for her. Was that why she was being put up against a rookie!? She scowled at the crowd and raised both her hands up, flipping them her middle fingers as she fumed and smoldered. Jocelyn eased into the ring and began to bounce on her heels. She was dressed in a sleek black Chinese dress and was ready to fight. She stretched in the corner and was ready. The only thing she had left to decide is whose face she would be picturing when she looked at her opponent while she beat the living hell out of her.

Another debut, and this was the big one. Jess took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

In the arena, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiQj0o8BOYw:1q0uhv68]the music started it off[/url:1q0uhv68]. Two by two, pairs of adorable girls from the Kawaii division marched out onto the ramp. Each pair stopped on either side of the ramp, and every successive pair stopped another ten feet farther down until there were eight of them lining the way to the ring.

They were each dressed in in an over-sized drab brown coat. The sleeves hung down well past their hands, and a vaguely military-looking hat sat atop the hood. They looked like some cute Saturday morning cartoon version of the military.

In unison, they all cried out "Ha-Ru-Ki!"

Jess took on her ring name, Haruki Amai, literally translated to Sweet Sunshine, and right on cue she stepped out onto the ramp with all the confidence of an experienced performer. Her face was rigid, stoic and hard, as she half-marched, half-strutted down the ramp, placing the heel of each boot on a line in front of the other so that her hips swayed provocatively.

As she passed, each pair of girls snapped to attention and threw up the very best salute they could, and then Haruki paused at the bottom of the ring. She looked back and forth at the crowd, and then her face broke into a big, pretty smile.

All at once, the eight Kawaii girls flung off their baggy coats and hats, and instead of soldiers there stood adorable little sunflowers. Each wore a green bodysuit, and their hands were giant green leaves. Their heads were great big yellow sunflowers, their freckly faces were wreathed in color made brighter by their adorable grins. Haruki leapt up onto the ring apron, turned to the side and holding the top rope to pose for the crowd while the girls closed their eyes and raised their leaf-hands up over their heads and swayed them back and forth with their hips in time with the music.

They all moved to surround the ring as Haruki climbed through the ropes. She stood in the center of the ring, paying no attention to her icy opponent, and danced, going through the sort of kawaii steps that were so big in Japan while her sunflowers waved back and forth outside. She glanced over and spared a wink for Jocelyn before the music cut out and everything stopped.

"Ha-Ru-Ki!" Cried the girls in unison, and then they were off, back up the ramp to collect their coats and hats and disappear backstage.

While the crowd cheered, Haruki waved to them and smiled and blew kisses. She turned to face Jocelyn while she backed up to her corner.

"Ohmigod, I love your dress!" She said.

Jocelyn was already simmering when her opponent began what she thought was an entrance. But instead of a wrestler, little vagabond looking children came out and Jocelyn narrowed her eyes. She didn't really understand what was going on. The Chistralian felt like she was in the middle of some sort of school play and she couldn't help but watch on. Like she was a deer watching a car about to run her down.

Finally, what she could only hope was her opponent appeared on the ramp and she watched the production continue.Haruki was being treated like she was a main eventer and the awed Asian's fists began to slowly clench. She knew what was going on. She was being humiliated! Some punk knew that Jocelyn was a joke and decided to make sure everyone around kept laughing at her.

By the time Haruki was in the ring, with her prancing choir of sunflowers, Jocelyn was practically fuming. Her cheeks were red and she couldn't wait to destroy this woman. But she didn't want to just destroy her. She wanted to destroy her.. She wasn't thinking about Cassie or Allison. She was definitely looking at Haruki.

But once more she was caught off guard when she suddenly received a compliment on her dress. Jocelyn's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and she pulled her hand up and over her petite breasts as if she were naked. Her eyes slowly trailed down her own figure and she turned her head away shyly.

It only lasted a moment before Jocelyn snapped her head back and glared at Haruki. "W-Who the fuck are you!?" She barked angrily, clenching her fists tighter.

Haruki cocked her head to the side and jerked a thumb back toward the ramp. "Didn't they tell you?" She said.

The bell rang, and she loosened up her shoulders while she strode out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. "Are you going to, like, have trouble in that?" She said, nodding to Jocelyn's dress. Why of all things did she choose to wear that? She put up her hands, ready to lock up with the girl, and took a deep, strong stance.

Jocelyn's eyes twitched as Haruki cocked her hip. Her eyebrow raised and the Chistralian gave Jess the most incredulous look she could muster. Jocelyn was only snapped out of her death glare by the ringing bell. She shook her head and suddenly raised her arms.

Jocelyn thrust her hip out and took the traditional stance. Her long leg was exposed through the slit of the dress and she smirked at Haruki's words. "Oh, you're a real dag. Let's see!" Jocelyn lunged forward to start off the fight with a straight front jkick aimed at Haruki's midsection.

"What'd you call me?" A dog?

Haruki stepped forward, ready to slap on a clinch so she could start trying to muscle Jocelyn around. She thought she'd have a good shot at it, the girl looked skinnier than she was. She might have, but Jocelyn's foot slammed into her stomach and doubled her over.

She dropped to one knee for a second and then stood back up, still hunched over and clutching her stomach. She wasn't ready for that. She looked up at Jocelyn with a pained expression. Hopefully this wasn't how the whole thing was going to go!

"Dag!"

Jocelyn growled, grinning as she doubled over Haruki with her kick. She wasn't going to let up at all and reached out to grab at Haruki's bangs, just to hold her in place so she could throw an elbow strike right at the green haired girl's face.

Crack!

The sound of Jocelyn's elbow smacking into Haruki's face was audible in the close rows, and the crowd collectively cringed. Haruki spun with the impact, stumbled, and fell to her hands and knees. She put one hand on her cheek and quickly crawled away to the safety of the ropes, draping herself over the middle rope while she tried to clear her head.

Jocelyn's eyes lit up as she watched the elbow connect so perfectly. It was like a dream to see the way that Haruki didn't only stumble away but completely flopped. With the entrance that Haruki had made, Jocelyn thought that maybe this girl had some skill. It seemed as if Haruki didn't really have as much talent as she had flash.

Jocelyn stalked forward and looked at the downed girl. "It means someone who's funny. Or THINKS they are. You're bloody hilarious, yobbo." Jocelyn said as she stepped on either side of Haruki so she was standing over the small of Haruki's back. The Chistralina then quickly reached down for the middle rope and yanked, looking to pull her body into a position where she was standing over Harkui and choking her with the middle rope.

The rope bit into Haruki's throat and she immediately regretted her decision to crawl for them. She choked and kicked her feet against the mat, her eyes squeezed shut while her hands waved around in frantic indecision over what to do. The ref was mercifully quick with the count.

"One! Two! Three! Four!"