Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Sarah Gatt

Jocelyn grinned at the crunching noise. This was exactly what she needed. All the people who mocked her would finally see just how strong she was. She lifted up her leg and attempted to slam it down on the back of Sarah's neck. "Give up bitch." She spat. "Your not even worth my time, tch."

Sarah's nose was blood and her head was muddled, but she was still able to see Jocelyn coing in with the axe kick. Sarah would immediatel roll to safety, just as the heel of Jocelyn's foot slammed down where her head had been only moments before. She wou;d roll to a kneeling position, still clutching her broken nose.

Jocelyn's eyes widened when her heel slammed into the mat. She glowered at Sarah and marched towards her. "Still able to run like a chicken shit, huh?" She cracked her knuckles. She would then crouch low and aim a kick at Sarah's head

Sarah was panting hard, battered form all the hits she had taken thus far. That last attack could have very well finished her. The thought of losing another match, and to this woman no less, spured her on. When the kick came Sarah would duck under it, and then she would jump back up, launching an uppercut into Jocelyn's chin. But due to her current state it was slower than it could have been. Sarah was moving on pure desperation now.

Jocelyn spun around when her kick whiffed and was dizzy enough from the spining to take the uppercut to the chin. She stumbled backwards and clutched her jaw. "Damn..." She snarled and eyed Sarah coldly. It hurt, that was for sure, but it seemed to lack a real power to it. She grinned. "Trying to fight me or tickle me? Sorry bitch, I'm not into you that much." She hoped the barb would egg on Sarah into doing something stupid.

Sarah growled furiously at her unfazed opponant. Had her punch been that weak? It couldn't have been. Could it? So wh was she still standing? All these questions left Sarah in a spiral of doubt and dispair, affecting her fighting abilit as a whole. But one thing came from all of it. Anger. Spurred by Joceln's taunt, Sarah would indeed charge forward, throwing a heavy haymaker punch for her face. "Fuck you!!"

The Aussie's trick worked perfectly as she saw the rage fill in Sarah's eyes. Instead of dodging the looping hook, Jocelyn charged forward to get inside the punch and shove her fist deep into Sarah's stomach. "You'd like that too much but your way out of my league skank." She would snarl. She would then attempt a belly to belly suplex on Sarah if her first attack succeeded.

Sarah's eyes bulged and a breathless cry escaped her lips as Joceln's fist drove deep into her stomach. It stopped her in her tracks and left her winded, perfect for Jocelyn's suplex. Sarah's world soon turned upside down as she was lifted off her feet with a soft groan, before she was slammed back to the mat, Jocelyn's full weight bearing down on her. Another cry came from her, and she lay still afterwards, breathing weakl but still conscious.

Jocelyn panted softly against Sarah as she clutched her. She contemplated going for the pin but she really needed to destroy this girl. People needed to see exactly who she was and what she was capable of. No one was going to mess with her anymore. She hadn't known about Sarah's reputation but she figured any street punk would do. Sarah looked tough enough. She sat up, straddling Sarah and looked down with a sadistic grin. "I can win by knockout... let's see how long you last. She then pulled back her fist and aimed it at Sarah's face.

Sarah didn't respond when Jocelyn straddled her, too out of it to put up any kind of resistance. Then the punch nailed her in the face, her head snapping to the side, and she grunted in pain. It brought her somewhat back to reality, and she glared at the girl mounting her defiantly.