Lu Jiao Jocelyn vs King - Crass and Class

"Language, chère." She pulled back after the elbow connected, a splendid hit. "Language."

If there was ever a window of opportunity, this was it - with such a wily opponent, King's options were limited. She needed something a little more definite than simply bludgeoning the girl out, so she figured the best action was to employ her legs, her strongest weapon. She moved up in the straddle and tried to encircle them around the girl's neck, then roll on her back to lock in a figure-four headscissor, pouring pressure on the neck. Submission or knockout, King wasn't picky.

Jocelyn watched as King sidled up her lithe frame until the girl had actually gone and put her crotch right on her face! The Chistralian fumed, her cheeks bright red from anger and humiliation as King pulled her body into some ridiculous position.

She screamed vicious epithets into King's groin while the blonde tried to suffocate her. She surely wasn't going to tap as she grabbed onto King's haunches. She wasn't strong enough to lift King up and slam her back down tot he mat.

However, she WAS light and very flexible. And if THIS didn't work, she had one more option.

Jocelyn grabbed King's shins and gripped them tightly. She then pushed onto her knees and stood up. She bent her knees and then flung herself so she folded King into modified Matchbook pin, with King still in the figure four. Jocelyn tried to bridge her body and force King in a position where she'd have to release the hold just to escape the pin.

The referee was already in place.

"One!"

Admittedly, this wasn't an ideal position, certainly not something she would have done under normal circumstances. But then, this wasn't an ideal situation, either. King made a note to learn more moves from a mounting position - armbars, a front naked choke, anything that would be more effective than the awkward scissors.

But it worked for a time, at least, wrapping up the girl's neck, and it kept her from talking, which was an unexpected but most welcome bonus. King would have been perfectly happy to knock her out and be done with nauseating mouth and incessant rudeness for the day, but alas, it wasn't quite that simple.

She was pinned before she even realized what was happened, as she turned her own hold against her, making it into a makeshift pin and trapping King underneath her thin frame.

"Two!"

It was a pain, but the choice was clear. She had to get out.

She released the hold and rolled back off her shoulder, landing in one-kneed crouch near the ropes.

When she felt King begin to untangle, Jocelyn let go of the girl and rolled away as well. She stood up, panting softly with red cheeks as she eyed King. "Fuck yo, poofter! I don't care how lonely you are, I ain't gonna suck on your knob, got it!?" She snarled.

Jocelyn took a step back and held out her hands in front of her, fingers curled inward as she took her Bājíquán stance and looked at King. She wanted to run after the fancily dressed blonde but Jocelyn knew that was a dumb idea. She bounded on her heels and stared at King.

"You're fuckin done, mate." She said and smirked cruelly.

King made it to her feet as the girl did, quickly getting into her stance, but she took a moment to take in her form. It was definitely Kung Fu, no question, though she couldn't put a name to it. The girl was trained and trained well, holding the pose as if it all came to her as naturally as blinking and breathing. And, of course, she accompanied it with a fresh string of vulgarities and a taunt.

She was confident. King would see if she had good reason to be.

Instead of stepping straight in, King stepped out to a 45° angle, moving to the girl's right side, trying to see how well she adjusted with a sudden placement change. From there, she brought her back leg up with a thunderous round kick at close-range, putting her hips into at as the leg swung forward.

Jocelyn remained stoic when King moved tot he side and charged at her. She bounced on her heels, watching the movements in King's body until she saw the kick. A long, leggy kick was good for reach, but Jocelyn's style was all about close quarters. Instead of ducking the kick or trying to block it, she ran AT King.

Jocelyn hopped off her feet and threw the point of her knee into King's kicking leg, the momentum of the forceful kick would help aid Jocelyn no doubt. With her body pivoted, she used her other hand to drive rapid elbow into King's face all before King could even hope to finish the rotation of her kick, had she not been impeded.

The girl was small, but that didn't make her any less dangerous than King. If anything, it might have made her moreso. A smaller target, vicious and quick, with will to deliver pain and a mind to do it effectively.

As if to demonstrate, she came in fast and countered King's king, driving her knee into the leg and knocking it back with surprising power. King grunted, her eyes started to squint shut, but didn't close all the way - a good thing, because if she had even blinked, her head would have been taken off by the following elbow. She managed to get her forearm up for a hasty block, but the point of the girl's elbow drilled it right in middle, hitting bone and likely bruising. Hardly a victory.

With the girl close, King tried to pull her in for another clench to keep things tight, and followed up with knee aimed for her stomach with the same leg she'd kicked away just a second ago.

Jocelyn growled when King pulled the Chistralian in close. She felt their chests hugging and thrust her hips forward so their bodies mashed flatly against one another, sending King's follow up kick missing as the blonde's thigh slapped against Jocelyn's butt.

Jocelyn smiled as King held onto her. With her hands occupied, Jocelyn lifted up both her arms and tried to drive her elbows as hard as she could into the base of King's neck.

Unlike last time, they didn't go toppling to the ground - the girl managed to hold her own and stay standing, even using the closeness against King as she neutralized the attack. She'd learned from the last experience, and had King out of range - she needed to be close, but not that close.

She tried to pull back, but the girl struck before she had the chance and dropped her elbows down, hitting King hard on the shoulders and driving her down. She fell to a knee, her face sliding along the slender woman's body as she went down, bowed before her like a knight to her queen.

Jocelyn watched as King was driven before her, her face nearly buried in the Chistralian's crotch. Jocelyn had been calling King some form of homosexual man all night and now the blonde was finally in that sort of position.

"I know it ain't a cock like you're used to, but if you want a taste, you'll have to wait until you've finished dinner, poofter." Jocelyn taunted.

She was by no means the strongest wrestler there was, but there were some things than didn't require a ton of power. Especially if you had gravity on your side.

Jocelyn stuffed King's head between her legs and clamped down with her hard thighs. She then hooked King's head and jumped up. The fall would complete the double underhook facebuster if she got it hooked, gravity crushing King's boyish face between the mat and Jocelyn's lithe frame.