Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Sarah Gatt

"She's speaking the truth." Jocelyn snapped to Rika. "Why don't youget it? If you keep making her think she's strong, then she's just going to keep getting beat up." She then smiled. "Hey... I'll do you both a favor." She reached down to grab Sarah's arm by the wrist and attempted to bend it against her foot, fully intent on trying to biinjure or break the arm. "I'll just fuck her up so badly that she won't be able to fight again. That way you won't have to worry about her being such a pathetic falure. She'll have an excuse."

Rika's eyes widened in horr at what Jocelyn said, and winced when Sarah started screaming in pain from the wrist lock. If this kept up Sarah really did feel like her wrist would break. "NO!" Rika shouted. "Sarah, please! Fight back!"

"W-Why?" Sarah whispered, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Because you'rre the strongest! Hardly anyone has manged to beat you!" What she was saying didn't seem to be getting through to Sarah, so she clenched her teeth for what she said next. "Because you're my best friend!" Sarah's green eyes widened, momentarily forgetting the pain in her wrist. "I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want to see you this way. It just....it just hurts me so much!" Tears were now streaming freely down Rika's cheeks, but she didn't care. "So you have to start winning again, or it's just gonna get worse. And I don't want that!"

Jocelyn sneered as she heard the words, grunting as she tried to break Sarah's wrist. "What a bunch of shit." She spat. "If you don't want her to get hwurt then keep her from fighting. Keep her from getting her ass beat. It's obvious a cunt like this is shit." She barked.

Sarah's captive hand clenched into a tight fist.

Her other hand pressed flat against the mat, and slowly Sarah would try to press herself of the mat in a sort of one handed push up. The look on her face was completely differnet than it had been only seconds ago. From desperation and uncertainty, now there was focus, determination and a hell of a lot of rage. Once high enough Sarah would get her knees under her, and with a yell, would tr to ank her arm out from Jocelyn's grasp,m and send her other one flying into her crotch for a devastating lowblow!

Jocelyn's yes widened as she gfelt Sarah resist. "Hey bitch..." She sneered. But the sudden fierceness of Sarah had her worried. Her body shook and she could not hold Sarah back. The fist slammed into her crotch and her eyes wid3ened and rolled back in her hea.d She blacked out for a second and let out a breatcless gasp as her lips formed an O and she slumped against Sarah.

RIka's eyes widened in amazement at what had just happened, as Sarah continued to rise despite Jocelyn's body slumped against her. She seemed completely different now, straighter, taller. And a startling grin spread across her face. Right before she she send a brutal knee strike into her opponant's gut. If she managed that, she would give a powerful axe-handled blow to her back.

Jocelyn was groaning in pain and was basically helpless from the initial blow from Sarah. The knee came and she grunted and weakly grabbed Sarah's legs only to be slammed down hard by the axe handle slam

The look on Sarah's face showed excitement, and no mercy to her opponant. In other words, she looked just like the old Sarah Gatt.

Rearing back her head Sarah let out a loud and feral scream, as if she was expelling all the bad negativety, or just really needed a good scream. Then she would lift her foot high, and stomp it down hard directly into the center of Jocelyn's spin.

Jocelyn laid weakly on the ground moaning in pain. One hand tenderly rubbed her groin as she just tried to recover. She did not even see the rumor coming and made a gurgling noise as it crashed into her, barely conscious from the vicious attacks.

After the unexpected lowblow the crowd had been shocked into silence, but now that they realized what they were seeing, they were now cheering righteously for Sarah.

Sarah was far from done with Jocelyn. She had a lot of anger to work out after her string of losses, and Jocelyn would be the unfortunate victim of her wenting. Reaching down she'd pull the girl up b her hair, but it was only so she could deliver a brutal knee into her face.