Jiao Jocelyn vs. Iggy Skelly: Clash of Tigers

Poor Iggy. She could think and react and strategize, but she couldn't hone technique in one match. She came swinging wide and heavy, as precise as a sledgehammer--and for an artist of Jocelyn's skill, she wasn't hard to counter. For a moment, at least, she would get her feet into Iggy's chest.

Jocelyn tried to force all her strength into Iggy as though she had the power to send the punky girl into orbit. She would if she could and it felt quite good to bury her sneaks into he bigger girl's, bigger chest. Not that she held that against Iggy. She would try and send the girl flying and then pull her legs up and swing them forward so she could kip up and press her advantage on Iggy, following after her in hopes of keeping her down with a well placed boot stomp or two.

Iggy could see Jocelyn coiling up like a leggy spring. Ig's meteor of a blow--that's what it felt like to her, a fuckin' meteor--glanced off Joc's knee and shot back out into orbit. Then she felt those two boots firm up and compress against her ribs and her breasts. Iggy stared Joc in the eye, showing her teeth through her grin, her clasped fists over Joc's head like they were about to descend hammer-wise on her opponent.

Then the Chistralian spring unloaded and Iggy went airborne. Damn, she thought, as the world went by in slow motion. Airborne. She'd never been airborne before in a fight. Fuck, if she'd known fun like this happened in "artsy" MA, she'd have been on the Tai Chi lawn since she was five.

Coming down had less to recommend it. She hit her back, hard--hard enough that she gave a blunt kind of groan (ugh!) and grimaced. And stayed there for a few moments. How many moments? Enough for Jocelyn to get her first stomp in, anyway. Not the second, though--if she was flippant enough to go for two, Iggy would wheel around and try to grab that foot and give its ankle a good twist.

And she still wouldn't have gotten her grin back.

Jocelyn felt good when she sent Iggy flying. Watching her crash to the ground made her grin brightly. The stgomp that followed just made her feel ecven better. However, her frown disappeared when Iggy grabbed her ankle and began to twist.

"Shite!" She growled as Iggy twisted and Jocelyn winced. "Fucking cunt!" She barked. "Freckle bitch! She spat. "You want this?!" She growled. Joeclyn bent her knees. If Iggy wanted to hang onto her, Jocelyn would give her the whole thing. She dropped her body while Iggy held onto her ankle and looked to crash her knee right into Iggy's face.

It would be hard for Jocelyn to get her knee going with much force while Iggy held her foot off the ground.

On the other hand, it would be hard for Iggy to hold onto her foot while all of Jocelyn's body-weight was pressed onto that foot. So after a short, shaky kind of struggle, Iggy ducked to the side, threw back Joc's leg, and let the Chistralian's knee hit the mat under her arm-pit.

"Thought you had me, eh?" Iggy spat, glaring up with her face bruised and marked by the fight, "You're a real skilled-like dancer, miss, but I'll slay my mum before I lose to a shrimp-wise, flat-breasts, chinalady-style like you!"

Things were getting serious. Iggy hurt...everywhere, and some of the more-central-than-not muscles were crying out for her to give it a rest. Joc was delightful, sure, but that was no-ways a reason to lose the first match. Straddled by the smaller girl, Iggy leapt up and made to put a hand on the back of Joc's head. If she made it that far, Igz would take her free arm, make a fist that made the middle and index knuckles jut out, and seek to bury those knuckles in Jocelyn's eye.

Jocelyn smiled as Iggy spoke. "Funny, mate." She said. "I was thinking the same thing. How the fuck could I lose to a chunder-headed drongo wanker? That wouldn't do at all!"

Jocelyn was having too much fun in their little war of words to stop Iggy from grabbing the back of her head. She grunted and balled her fist, ready to strike when she was stabbed hard int he eye with Iggy's knuckle.

"Fuck, gaaah!" She yelped and her hands went down, not up, to try and bury her claws somewhere into Iggy to try and pry the girl off her while she was blind in one eye.

Ah, mum, if only you could see me now, you'd laugh so hard you'd cry, mum--like you did last time I gouged sum'bitch's eye.

Jocelyn started tearing at Iggy's arm around the chistralian's head, which was fine with Iggy. She wasn't sold on face-shots while she was on the bottom anyway.

"Heh. What's it now miss--a drongo-wanker, am I?"

Iggy'd lower her arms to the leg Jocelyn had around Ig's waist. Iggy would try to wrap her arms around that thigh and push up on it. If Joc budged and started rolling off Ig's gut, then Iggy could stand up with a good grip on her opponent's leg and take to kicking her back and her pelvis.

"Well I don't much know what a drongo is, but I'm getting an idea of what one might look like, miss." Iggy's grin was back--in bedraggled, tired and frankly bloodied form, but still it curled at the edges. "And I had wanker pinned right as soon as ya stepped into this tussle."

Jocelyn was fighting off the pain in her eye eve as she straddled Iggy. However, when she felt the girl's fingers on her thigh, her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed deeply. "D-Dish licking cunt!" She shouted and balled a fist. She hurled it at Iggy and tried to roll off the girl, hoping she could get away but finding herself getting lured into the punk's trap.

Perhaps fittingly, Jocelyn's fist hit Iggy in the eye. It hurt up front where the fist hit her; and it hurt in the back where her head hit the ground; and the whole world throbbed blurry and dizzy.

It was an absurd hit, Iggy realized as she tried to clear her head without letting go of Jocelyn's leg. This upstanding she-beast, this Iggy, was a street-corner fighter, damn it--a dodging, weaving, sledge-fisted animal. She should have been fast enough to dodge that...

Except she wasn't with Jocelyn. Jocelyn made her hesitate--made her wait to see what trick she'd pull next. And that was making her slow.

Anyway, Iggy tried to pull off her plan. She hooked her outside arm under around Jocelyn's leg, putting her knee in Ig's armpit. She tried to stand as Jocelyn rolled. But Iggy was rocked something good--with her bloodied ear, the face bruised with three different hard-strikes, and a body exhausted by Iggy's traditional "go hard" style. Nope: it was a clumsy attempt to stand, Iggy's.

Jocelyn flashed Iggy a satisfying smirk as the punch hit and waylaid the punk's efforts. Unfortunately, Iggy still held onto Jocelyn's leg with a tight grip as Iggy's fingers dug into her thigh.

Jocelyn grunted in the hold and tried to curl her free leg up against her chest and fit it between Iggy and herself, trying to push her foot into Iggy's chest and pry the punk off her with her leg strength. It was an awkward position.

"G-Get offa me!" Jocelyn snarled.