Jiao Jocelyn vs. Iggy Skelly: Clash of Tigers

by Fieuline on Mon Sep 22, 2014 12:48 pm
Nope!

Iggy weaved forward--not out of any desire to dodge an invisible boxer, she was just fucking dizzy--and tried to scoop China gal up like a tractor rolling a pile of logs. Iggy was going to toss her opponent under the bottom rope, out of the ring. Then she'd keep this Chinalady out there in miserable No Man's Land.

Because, damn it, 9 was just too much of a disappointment to take without protest.

by Tatyina on Mon Sep 22, 2014 5:49 pm
Jocelyn rested until Iggy stumbled over to her like a drunk fool. Her eyes were slitted but her orbs were fixed on the punk. When Iggy reached down to scoop up the Chistralian, Jocelyn threw her hands up to catch Iggy's hair and tried to drive her knee into Iggy's skull while she held it in place.

Postby Fieuline on Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:46 pm
Iggy's mouth dropped open in a spitting snarl when Jocelyn grabbed her hair. And that meant there was a certain chance the Chinese girl's knee might collide with her teeth, making a bloody mess, and maybe some broken toofies, or even a DQ.

Or she might hit a little higher, break Iggy's nose, and send her tumbling over--clutching her much-abused face.

Postby Tatyina on Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:23 am
"Twat."

Jocelyn growled as her knee jammed into Iggy's nose. She gave a shove and rolled with the punk, looking to shove Iggy onto her stomach while she was busy trying to put the blood back in her face. The Chistralian would try and sit down on the small of Iggy's back and keep her pinned tot he mat where she could hopefully continue to put pressure on the fiery punkette.

by Fieuline on Wed Sep 24, 2014 5:27 am

Iggy hit the mat like a cut of steak. Jocelyn rolled on top of her, and every bruise, cut, and tear from the past fifteen minutes heaved and groaned, and Iggy's vision went just a touch blurry.

"Twat."

Mmmf… "Fuckin…"

Iggy's attempts to crawl or roll or…whatever. Well, they kind of floundered like, and then they burnt out altogether. She lay gasping like a sick dog under Joc.

"What… exactly…" Iggy gasped in perfectly ordinary cadence, "Has crawled so far up your cunt, anyway, huh?"

Postby Tatyina on Wed Sep 24, 2014 4:08 pm
Jocelyn sat on Iggy's back and grabbed both the punk girl's arms. She put them on her knees and then leaned forward to tuck one hand under Iggy's chin while the other grabbed a handful of her colorful hair and yanked it as hard as she could, looking to put Iggy into the Canberra Clutch.

Jocelyn would lean forward while she tried to bend Iggy's body painfully, pushing her lips against Iggy's ear. "Well, it certainly wasn't you, mate." She whispered cruelly.

by Fieuline on Thu Sep 25, 2014 2:10 am

Well, it certainly wasn't you, mate.

At first the ring in Iggy's ears whined in the background like a radio in a feedback loop nestled somewhere in the crowd of screaming onlookers. Then, while grey spots swabbed at her vision and her back began to splinter, it grew and grew until it was all she could hear. She tasted blood.

Iggy thrashed. Internally. Outwardsly, she just trembled while her body got pressed into a crescent. Spittle bubbled at her lips and dribbled down her neck.

Jocelyn's knee pressed down on Iggy's elbow; her body heaved Iggy's head back. Pop! went Iggy's shoulder. And all the bleeding external and internal up to that point was nothing compared to the agony that ripped through her arm.

Iggy's hand went berserk. Tap! taptaptap-tap… [size=80]tap…[/size] [size=55]tap...[/size]

by Tatyina on Thu Sep 25, 2014 2:21 am

Once Iggy began to tap, Jocelyn let go of the multicolored hair and let Iggy flop to the canvas. She stood up and stepped off of Iggy, looking down at the broken girl and rubbing her head with her other hand.

"Too bad. It could have been."

Jocelyn turned her back to Iggy and let the ref raise her hand in the air.