Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Haruki Amai

Jocelyn had assumed that once she had a grip on Haruki's head, the rest would come easily. She felt the slight resistance when her dress was grabbed but was just going to muscle Haruki over her until she felt a hand slide between her legs.

Jocelyn's eyes widened and she was frozen in place, her breath stuttered and a soft gasp escaped from her. "Hn!" It was only a moment before she was dropped over Haruki's knee. "Urgh!"

Jocelun squirmed and cursed as she was bent over. "what the fuck!?" She screamed. And when the first sharp slap came, it made Jocelyn's eyes bulge.

"Ahhhn!"

The quick scream faded into something a little more pleading as she bit her lip through the second slap. Her cheeks were still quite red but when the third slap came, Jocelyn began to kick jam her elbow into Haruki's side over and over again. "STOP! FUCKING STOP! I'LL KILL YOU YOU CUNT! AHHHHH!"

With each sharp crack of Haruki's hand, the crowd cheered. "Oi! Oi! Oi!"

"You'll kill my cunt? Please don't." Haruki laughed. She slipped an arm between Jocelyn's legs and wrapped the other under Jocelyn's head and shoulder and lifted her up, and then dropped back down to slam Jocelyn's stomach across her knee again.

She gave her a shove to roll her off and stood up. She blew a kiss to the crows with both hands and flung her arms out proudly, with a jaunty bend in her back and her hips to one side. The crowd was right there with her, but they still didn't know her. They didn't do the chant yet. She just needed to give them time.

She turned back to Jocelyn and bent to place a hand on either side of her head and lead her back up to her feet.

Jocelyn's flailing did not seem to dislodge her from Haruki one bit and that pissed her off more than anything. More than anything else. Except for the exposure. And humiliation. Jocelyn was a ball of rage right now and she couldn't ANYTHING. And then once again she felt Haruki's arm between her legs and froze.

She was lifted up and painfully slammed again. "Ughhhh!" Jocelyn rolled off and clutched her stomach, watching Haruki prance and swivel. Why? Why couldn't she shut this woman up!? Why couldn't she destroy her?!

Jocelyn was breathing with a quickened pace as she pounded the mat with one fist. And when Haruki grabbed her head, Jocelyn screamed. "NOOOO!" Jocelyn's hands flung upward so she could bury her hands into Haruki's hair and when she was halfway up, the Chistralian pulled her legs off the ground. to try and turn Haruki's attempt to lift her up into a jawbreaker.

Haruki figured that this would be the perfect time to debut her signature tiger driver and put an end to this match. She pulled Jocelyn up, ready to trap her head between her legs, but instead her own head was suddenly yanked down by the hair. "Aah!" She cried.

She was off balance for a moment, and then yanked downward. She fell, but her head came to an abrupt stop as her jaw slammed into the top of Jocelyn's head. Her teeth clacked together and her legs became rubber. She staggered back several steps before collapsing on the mat, one hand on her jaw and her eyes closed. She groaned, and unconsciously turned onto her side.

Jocelyn was fueled by enough embarrassment and rage to spin around when she completed the jawbreaker. The Chistralian watched as Haruki flopped to her side and she stalked forward angrily on her hands and knees.

When she was close, she grabbed Haruki's ankles and gave a sharp tug so that the green haired girl was flat on her stomach and Jocelyn could pin the legs down by sitting on them. Now it was time for payback as she reached out for Haruki's trunks and gave them a hard yank to try and pull them down and expose the exhibitionist's ass tot he crowd. If she wanted people to look at her, Jocelyn would give them something to look at.

Haruki flopped onto her stomach and groggily put her hands down to try to push up, but Jocelyn's weight stopped her. She twisted around to look back at her, just as she yanked her shorts down, by a few inches at least.

"Aiie!" She screamed. She was fully comfortable with her body, and this would probably just backfire on Jocelyn, but it was still alarming to have a stranger tearing at your clothes, especially when that person was as angry and unbalanced as Jocelyn.

The laces on each side of her shorts held tight, and the waistband dug into the soft skin of her hips and her butt as they were slowly worked down. Unlike Jocelyn, she didn't have the luxury of wearing underwear underneath her bottoms, and the soft curve of her bare butt was gradually exposed. She reached back and grabbed for Jocelyn's wrist to try to halt her progress.

"Uncool! Cut it out!" She protested.

Jocelyn's sneer turned into a wicked grin as Haruki's backside was finally displayed for the crowd. Now the two of them were in nearly similar positions and when Haruki grabbed for Jocelyn's wrist, she pushed her hand against Haruki's ass to hold firm against Haruki's efforts.

"You know what's not cool, mate?" Jocelyn said with her thick Australian accent. "Some Yobbo Yank thinking she can do whatever the fuck she wants. I don't care how many dishes you've licked, you're gonna pay. Let's see how you like your arse slapped raw!" Jocelyn said and swung her free arm up and brought it down with all her might, swatting Haruki's ass and giving the crowd the chance to cheer and hoot once more, this time with the roles reversed as Jocelyn went to town on Haruki's ass, trying to paint it red with the flat of her palm.

Haruki let out a high pitched, girlish scream. She laid flat on her stomach and reached back with both hands to try to cover her ass from the rain of Jocelyn's hand. Adding insult to insult, the crowd cheered even louder at the reversal of fortune.

"Aie! Ohmigod, stop! Stop it!" She pleaded frantically. "REAL ORIGINAL, MATE!" She tried desperately to wriggle free or catch Jocelyn's hand or knock her off.

Jocelyn reveled in smacking Haruki's ass raw and as the girl tried flailing around After a moment, she decided to let up. She certainly didn't want her to get away now. "Gotta love the classics, eh, drongo?' Jocelyn said with a laugh. Jocelyn yanked her hands away from Haruki's flailing and then heaved herself forward so she was sitting on Haruki's back.

"You want me to keep goin?' Jocelyn asked. "I mean... You still got a top on if you want me to start gettin creative. I know how much you looooove having the crowd cheer for you. I'll give them somethin to really cheer about." Jocelyn cackled as she reached out for Haruki's hair to pull on it tightly and painfully bend the green haired girl up.

Jocelyn had Haruki in the perfect position to apply her finisher but after the way this match had gone, she wasn't sure if she wanted to end it so quickly.

"No!" Haruki shouted, hugging her arms against her top. She couldn't let her mess with that too! But while she was busy with that, Jocelyn yanked her up by the hair, bending her upper body until it was almost upright, her back at almost a right angle and her head straight back so she was staring up at the lights.

"Nnyaaaaaah!" She screamed. She tried to clench her jaw shut to keep quiet, but she couldn't close her mouth with her head bent back so far. She reached back for Jocelyn's hands, but doing that made the stretch worse. Her back screamed with pain, made worse by the pulling on her hair. She kicked her foot repeatedly against the mat, but all she could do was take it and hope Jocelyn got tired. Or bored.