Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Haruki Amai

Jocelyn was enjoying pounding Haruki's face in when she connected with the first fist. The way her knuckles flashed against skin, it might have felt a little bit better than a flip or hip toss. Unfortunately the Chistralian relished her torturous beating a little too much and when ankles snapped around her neck, Jocelyn could only sneer and growl.

Her hands were up to try and push the ankles off her just after she was already falling backwards. Jocelyn snorted as she rolled and tried to kick herself so that she would somersault away from Haruki. Or, roll, if she couldn't do it gracefully enough.

Getting Jocelyn off was just as good as scissoring away at her, and Haruki was happy to see her go. As the girl rolled to her feet, Haruki followed, wobbling a step on the way up. She put a hand to her head and shook to knock the stars out of her eyes.

She glanced at the ref. Were closed fists really not illegal here? She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly while she circled around the ring. She came to a stop in front of Jocelyn and kept low as she extended her hands out for a tie-up, though she was fully aware at this point that the little brat was probably not going to take it. She had to be on her toes.

Jocelyn was back to her feet quick enough and rubbed her neck ever so slightly. She glared at Haruki and clenched her fists as she took a fighting stance. She watched as the green haired girl slowly crept into position.

"Is that what you want, yobbo?" Jocelyn jeered. "You like gettin your hands all over me, don't you, you nasty dish licker!?" The Chistralian taunted as she flung herself forward, trying to get between Haruki's guard and launch an elbow tot he face. "Piss off!"

"Mm, sure do!" Haruki taunted back with a wink.

She grasped at Jocelyn's hands as the girl came after her, but failed to grab hold of anything and took an elbow to the jaw as a result. It stunned her, turned her head away, and she staggered back a step.

But she wasn't going to take that from this punk! She flung herself back at Jocelyn and retaliated with an elbow of her own at the girl's great, big mouth.

Jocelyn was inflamed by Haruki's words. Her brow knit into a deep vee and her lips twisted with a cruel scowl but her cheeks flushed brightly and her eyes sparkled faintly with curiosity. People weren't supposed to ADMIT that sort of thing! They certainly weren't supposed to be PROUD of it! It was a tool to be used against people. Just the way Allison was using it against her.

She smugly scoffed when Haruki ate her elbow. It never stopped feeling good pounding this woman's smug face. But Haruki was irrepressible and came back with her own elbow that staggered the Chistralian. Jocelyn shook it off and went right back into the fray, not want to be outdone by Haruki's ability to bounce back from the elbow shot.

"Fuck you!" She screamed and fired another elbow back at Haruki's face. The crowd were up in their seats wanting to see if the girls would trade elbows in the middle of the ring or if one would get wise and try and catch the other off guard with a quick mve during the middle of the exchange.

Haruki staggered an extra step back after the second elbow crashed into her cheek. She was dizzy, and as she turned again to face Jocelyn she had a feeling like she was about to fall off a bike. She stayed upright, though, and winged another elbow, reaching out with her free hand behind Jocelyn's head while she swung her elbow down in an arc like she was chopping wood.

Jocelyn grinned once again when her elbow staggered Haruki back. She could see the girl beginning to lurch and Jocelyn was sure that if the green haired girl wanted to trade blows that she would win. The next elbow came and Jocelyn ate it almost proudly. Defying Haruki to put her down with the point of her arm.

Unfortunately, Haruki wasn't looking to continue to go face to face and Jocelyn was caught off guard when her head was pulled down. She grunted as the point of Haruki's arm smashed her down. She wobbled and fell to her knees, growling as she hit the mat. She instantly threw her hands out to grab a tight hold on Haruki's shorts so she could try and drive her head into the green haired girl's stomach.

Haruki's reaction time was lightning fast. The second Jocelyn's knee hit the mat, she flashed a split second peace sign and a grin to the crowd, who cheered back at her, before getting back to business.

Her hands went to either side of Jocelyn's head, ready to maneuver her in position for something more impressive than an elbow. Haruki's head was still swimming, but the security of being in control steadied her enough. Her control was short lived, though, as Jocelyn's headbutt doubled her over.

"Uhhn!" She nearly dropped to her knees, but instead she shoved Jocelyn back with both hands, and she used the extra space to throw a high roundhouse kick aimed at the punk's head.

Jocelyn thought she had Haruki when she speared her in the gut. It was a good move to follow up with now that she had Haruki stunned. Or so she thought. She was shoved quickly, not expecting any resistance, she flopped onto her back.

"Tch."

Jocelyn growled and pulled up her legs, looking to kip up once more. This time, however, she was horribly off with her calculations. She flipped right into a roundhouse kick that snapped across her face, cranking her neck tot he side and spraying spit into the air. Her eyes were wide and vacant for a moment as the crowd gasped. She fell back flat on her back, splayed out as she stared up at the bright arena lights, dazed and fighting off the white that crept into her vision.

Haruki cringed clutched her stomach, sinking toward the mat with her knees pressed together. Her head swam and her body ached, but she knew one thing for sure. Pain was temporary. Showmanship was forever.

She popped her hips to the side and pointed a sassy finger at a nearby camera, and then put her hands over her mouth when she spotted Jocelyn on the floor, as if she was suddenly terribly concerned. She bent to take Jocelyn's head in her hands and dragged her back up, and hooked one of Jocelyn's arms around behind her neck. She grabbed Jocelyn's dress, gathering it at the top of the split where her leg showed through, and with a grunt she lifted her up high for a spectacular vertical suplex.