Lu Jiao Jocelyn vs King - Crass and Class

King couldn't help but growl through her teeth as the woman ripped through her clothes, glad she'd chosen a less expensive outfit to wear on her first outing. She wasn't too mortified when her wrapped chest was exposed, getting all manner of response from the audience - derision, confusion, disdain, laughter. It was expected, and she knew that, with a sexually charged place like the AFW, this sort of thing was all too common. She just didn't expect to be dealing with it on her first match, was all.

She started to make another protest, when her face was slammed hard into the mat, her senses going haywire for a few moments. She was dimly aware of being dragged, but she couldn't even muster a solid enough thought to properly process the idea, much less defend against it. By the time her mind returned to reality, she was tied up with in the ropes, restrained and vulnerable and totally at this woman's mercy. If she had any.

She glared at her with pure venom, the most emotion she'd shown since they met. "Let. Me. Go."

Jocelyn looked down at King and smirked as she demanded to be let go. She shook her head, her spiky black locks not moving as she pulled her hand back and backhanded the blonde's taped chest.

"Those look tight. Let me help ya breath, mate." Jocelyn said as she reached up and tore at the bandages, looking to free King's goods for the whole arena to see. She wanted to see just how much of a woman this girl in mens' clothes really was.

Even unbound, King's chest was modest - she was hardly a supermodel, nor did she ever want to be. People thought her image was strange, of course, but that hardly made any difference to her. It was her look, her style. No compromise.

So to have that all torn away, quite literally, was a shock to King's system, and as the woman ripped her wrapping and exposed King's chest, her struggling just grew more and more frantic. Not that it mattered - she wasn't going anywhere. The ropes were too tight.

"Okay." King's face hardened, staring right into the woman's vile face with all the hate she could muster. "You've had your fun. Enough."

Jocelyn looked at the exposed breasts and gave them a little squeeze, feeling them as if she were about to purchase fruit. After a playful slap, she looked at King in all her defiance and thrust her head forward to headbutt the defiant bartender.

"No, sheila." Jocelyn said and began to undo King's pants. "There's still one more place I need to check."

King ground her teeth down hard and tried hard, very hard, to pretend having her breasts fondled like that didn't feel good. She failed. Miserably. It didn't help that after being wrapped up for so long that they were quite sensitive, and she couldn't help shuddering at the touch.

A headbutt to her face was enough to send her screeching back into reality - her head rocked back, eyes glazed over, and she slumped in the ropes, groaning, only dimly aware of a delicate touch around her waist and the feel of fresh air working its way down her waist.

With the protesting all but gone, Jocelyn went to work. She unbuttoned King's pants and zipped them down. She kept the girl's privates from begin completely exposed, however, as she slipped her hand underneath King's panties and pushed around to cup King's mound. It felt like she was looking for something belonging to the male persuasion, however, she really didn't believe all that. She still pretended though as her fingers probed King's mound.

As King's daze started to lift, she became more aware of what was happening. She sincerely wished that headbutt had just knocked her out cold. It would have been so much easier, that way.

She started squirming at the woman's touch, fighting a moan - it had been long, too long, since someone touched her there, felt her like that. She would be lying if she said she didn't want the attention - but not like this. Not from her.

Before the humiliation could continue, though, the crowd suddenly lit up - cheers, boos, plenty of confusion. She looked over her shoulder, but she already knew what was happening - Sally was coming down the ramp.

"Get away from her!" Sally wasn't a wrestler, she wasn't a fighter, she probably hadn't thrown a real punch in her entire life, but she was one of King's best friends, and apparently that was all the reason she need come barreling to the ring with a steel chair in hand. She came sliding in a made a beeline for Jocelyn, swinging the chair wide and sloppy.

Jocelyn was too focused on King when she finally felt that indeed King was ALL woman to even notice the stirring crowd. However, King's friend had sealed her own fate when she heralded her arrival with a scream.

Jocelyn turned just in time to see a chair wielding woman and threw herself out of the line of the chair. "Bloody hell!" She yelped as the chair hit the may. Bounding forward on the balls of her feet, Jocelyn pivoted and snapped her body forward, looking to drive her elbow into the bridge of Sally's nose before she could even pulled the chair back up for another shot.

It what may have been the shortest physical altercation in AFW history - not including matches where people never show up, of course - Sally went down with a single elbow the face, flopping flat on her back from the Asian's blow. That sort of hit would have thrown King for a loop herself, but the untrained waitress never stood a chance.

"Sally!" King pulled forward, straining at the ropes, looking for even a little give - just her being abused was one thing. She could take it. But Sally had no place being even near the ring.

Jocelyn watched as Sally crumbled tot he ground. "What a manker." She said to King. "Well, sorry about callin ya a poofter, mate." Jocelyn said mockingly patting King on the cheek. "Looks like yer a real dish licker after all!' The Chistralian laughed and then went right back to business.

"Don't worry. You and your little girlfriend can go kiss an make up after finish with the check up!"

Jocelyn's palm began to rub against King's mound, looking to stimulate the bartender now that there would be no more interruptions.