Lu Jiao Jocelyn vs King - Crass and Class

From her position, King couldn't really tell what the woman was doing. She could only say a few things for sure - it involved using what little weight she had as an effective weapon, basically sitting on the back of her. It involved the woman jumping up and letting nature take its course. It involved her face being pancaked into the floor. And it was the most painful thing she'd experienced in the match so far.

King's face hit the floor with full force as the woman's rear drove her into the mat. She wasn't knocked out, but she was far closer to unconsciousness than she'd liked, and her face felt like she was wearing a mask made of pure pain. She groaned and tried to push up, but getting her bearing was going to be a long, arduous process...if the woman let her do it all.

Jocelyn bounced off King when the blonde impacted the mat and kissed it with all her might. Jocelyn was on her knees and looked down at the struggling woman in her posh clothes. She'd had enough of this woman and the facebuster had certainly put her in a n appropriate position for the Chistralian to finish her off.

Jocelyn pivoted easily and sat on the small of King's back. She then hooked both of King's arms around her knees, pinning one down with her arm as she locked in a single arm camel clutch. Her other arm grabbed firmly on the short blonde locks and cranked the neck back even further with a hard yank, modifying the camel clutch into Jocelyn's finishing move, the Canberra Clutch!

King was stunned, but her body still had some fight left in it. Almost by instinct, she started to push up, even before she realized she was doing it, like her body knew just how much danger she was in being under such a deranged woman, vulnerable to all sorts of attacks.

As it turned out, the woman went for the worst possible thing - a submission, and a nasty one at that, pulling what little hair King had back while her back was arched, feeling like the strands would rip clean at any moment and take some skin with them. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, trying to think of away to escape the hold, but it wasn't coming to her. She balled her fists and made a desperate attempt to struggle, but it was doomed battle from the start. She was losing, and losing bad.

Jocelyn ground her ass into the small of King's back as she felt the struggle to escape. Her fingers dug into King's chin as she tried tio pull it backwards and really wrench King's neck and back badly. The hair pulling was unrelenting as well as Jocelyn curled her fingers and bent her wrist, tying to put double the pain on King both in the scalp and the neck and back as well.

"C'mon, ya poofter. Fuckin submit and ya can go back to knob gobblin, I swear." She spat as her lip curled into a tight sneer.

King had been put into submissions before. They were rare in the chaotic, fast paced street fights she participated in, which usually came down to striking prowess and raw endurance. But out of those times, King had never given up. She'd been able to find a way out. Break the hold, endure it, get into a position to strike her opponent and force them to relent.

Not this time, though. This time she was being broken, and she fully believed the woman would snap her in half if this went on much longer. The ropes were too far away to even think about the trip, and even if she reached them, she would be far too much of a mess to win the fight.

She raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, then started tapping.

Once King was tapping and the bell rang, Jocelyn released the tight grip on King's hair. She loosened the chin lock but did not leg go, keeping the well dressed blonde loosely bent in the camel clutch position.

She smiled as her fingers drug through the blonde locks, patronizingly petting King until her hand dipped further down. Jocelyn had been teasing King all night but now that the match was over and she had King in this position, she felt almost... compelled. Jocelyn's free hand trailed down King's body and slid her hand to push aside King's jacket as she cupped the girl's breast and stared to push her fingers into the titflesh, groping the defeated bartender.

So. Her first match was a loss.

She didn't like it, but King accepted it. The woman had given her a good, if somewhat irritating, fight, and there wasn't anything to be ashamed of. For her first outing, she had made a good showing, and she wasn't in the AFW for fortune and fame, anyway. She had come to help Jan. Win or lose, she was doing that. As long as she kept her sight on the goals, she could leave the ring with her head held high. Her dignity intact.

That was the theory, at least. It seemed this woman had other ideas. King expected her to simply let go and walk away, exit the arena and let that be it. Instead, she kept King and modified her hold, her lithe hands running over King's chest, sending an uninvited surge of pleasure through her chest. King let out a harsh gasp as she was fondled, shaking her head in confusion and biting back a low moan.

"Hey!" The referee stepped forward, wagging her finger at the woman as she started her carnal ministrations. "What are you doing, the match is over!"

"Piss off!"

Jocelyn snarled at the ref's attempts to keep order. Jocelyn gropedKing's breast even more, trying to tug atat the dress shirt to expose as much of the breast as she could.

Jocelyn leaned forward, her lips pressing against King's ear. "Well bugger me, mate," the Chistralian purred devilishly, "you really are a shiela. A fuckin slitblicker too, it seems." She added as she tried to squeeze another moan out of King.

The ref wisely stepped back, not wanting to incur the woman's wrath. Wise move, King couldnt' blame her, but it made the situation even more dire.

King bit down even harder, trying her best to stifle any noise and failing more at it by the second. It did feel good, there was no denying it, but this wasn't the way she want it. In a bed, in a private room, in a car, anywhere but in the middle of a ring with this hateful woman on her back like some sort of perverted monkey.

"Get...off."

Jocelyn laughed derisively as she heard King's words. "Ain't that what I'm supposed to say to YOU, twat!? Haha!" The Chistralian then tore at King's dress shirt, tearing the buttons so that the blonde's chest could not be covered up further.

Unfortunately, all that did was expose a row of wrapping which made Jocelyn's almond eyes widened. "Fuck! They're fuckin norks, mate, not the fuckin crown jewels!"

The frustrated Chistralian grabbed King's hair again and lifted up. She then slammed the blonde face first into the canvas and stood up. She then began to drag King over to the ropes, intend on tangling the bartender up in them like she had done with her last opponent, Rosie Xu.