Lu Jiao Jocelyn vs King - Crass and Class

She paused for a moment to let that comment digest. "That doesn't even make sense." King didn't let the insult faze her, but she did give the girl an extra squeeze for the rudeness. "Did I do anything in particular to earn this ire, or is it simply customary with you?"

She pressed down as her Asian foe pressed up, fighting the hold tooth and nail. King had the size and weight advantages, things she rarely enjoyed in a fight, but this puzzling little lady made up for it with her sheer tenacity. It was like trying to restrain a rapid pit-bull, only her manners were somehow worse.

King wasn't allowed to enjoy the position for long, as the girl reached up and sunk those claws deep into her hair, yanking the strands as if she could tear them clean from the roots. Before King could pull free, her jaw collided with the top of the girl's head, sending pain right into the bone and quickly spreading to her entire skull. King let out a shrill cry and dropped the hold, stumbling into a corner while she held her mouth and reeled.

Jocelyn hopped up and and craned her neck to the side when King stumbled backwards from the jawbreaker. Jocelyn spun around and leered at King. "You're ugly poofter face doesn't make sense." She growled. What the hell was wrong with this bitch anyway? She was weird and Jocelyn just wanted to punish her for acting like a smug asshole.

Jocelyn bent her knees and ran at King, when she got close, she threw a flying elbow pointed at King's breast, looking to drive the point of her arm into the matted, covered orb.

King's head was a tad too dizzy to really process much of what the girl said, but from the tone she could tell it was likely another insult. Rudeness was one thing, but for the life of her, King couldn't figure out where this one was getting it all from. It was like King didn't even matter. She was clearly angry about something, and the Lion of Lyon was simply a means of releasing the tension.

King had no desire to be a living stress ball for this girl, but any thoughts of changing that were put on hold as the girl came rushing in and hammered King's chest with a vicious elbow. King bit back the cry this time, but the pain was there all the same, landing right on her wrapped breast and pounding the bone beneath.

King fell back against the turnbuckle and cleared her senses as best as she could - this was her first time fighting in a ring with corners, but she knew better than to stay in one for long. She brought her leg up and shot out the heel, hitting the girl with a push kick to the chest. Nothing too powerful since she couldn't get into a proper stance, but with any luck it would push her back to the center of the ring. King's comfort zone.

Jocelyn grinned as the elbow shut King up good. She was ready for a follow up when she saw King try and attack from the position against the turnbuckle. The Chistralian thought King's attack was pretty idiotic as there was no room to Maneuver a kick, let alone a front kick int he space where they were.

Jocelyn took the foot, basically grabbing it and using the momentum to let herself stumble backwards and turn the flip into a throw to toss King down to the mat. If she could toss king tot he ground, she wouldn't let go of the leg but rather use it to spring board over King cartwheel style, to bend the base of the leg painfully for a split second while performing an impressive feet of athleticism. One she hadn't often used in the ring.

King hadn't been hoping for any miracles, just some space to maneuver, but the girl was far too swift for even that. She countered the weak kick with the sort of practiced ease King would have never expected from a someone with such a gauche tongue, and she found herself on her back in the next moment, looking up just in time watch her flip over with her leg as the focal point. If King hadn't been in such pain from having her leg stretched, she might have applauded. An elegant maneuver.

It was hardly a paralyzing move, but it did send a blazing pain through her leg, a warning of the trouble she would be in if that area took too much damage. King's style began and ended with leg work, more damage there was unacceptable. As this one started to show more skill, she would have to be prudent.

For now, she just needed to get back to her feet. Wincing at the pain in her leg, she rolled away as the girl landed, flipping over to her front and pushing up, trying get both feet on the ground before the next attack came.

Jocelyn hopped away once her feet planted against the mat. She relished in the look on King's face as the blonde tried to crawl away and put some distance between them.

Unlike her last maneuver, her next attempt was far more crass as she spun to the side and looked to kick king square in the ass with a hard boot to the tush.

"Finally fuckin shut ya up, ya knob gobbler!"

King managed to get to her feet just in time to take a kick in the backside, hammering her waist as the Asian returned to a cruder style...crude and effective, she had to admit.

King staggered away, but kept her footing, planting her heels down hard. So long as she was vertical, she was confident she could turn things around in her favor. It would just be markedly more difficult than she originally planned.

"You're quite talkative, yourself." King spun back around with an inside kick, swinging her leg low and fast as she struck at the knee joint with her shin. If this girl was a real martial artist, she would have to proceed with that in mind and attack her best weapons: the legs. Attack the base and everything else will follow.

Jocelyn was going to follow up with a sharp clothesline to put King back down on her ass. keeping the blonde "prince' down would certainly go a long way to making the surly Australian feel better.

Jocelyn's clothesline was intercepted by a quicker kick that slammed into her knee and buckled it. Jocelyn went down, cursing all the way as she tucked her body inward and at least turn the fall into a roll away. Still, if THAT'S how it was, Jocelyn would have to be careful. She didn't like people going after her legs or knees. Not since she fought Cassie, especially. King's hit could have been a random hit but Jocelyn couldn't risk it at all.

The hit struck dead on, and King reared her leg back for another in the same spot. A few good hits in that area would put her down for the fight, and the girl was smart enough to know it, too. She didn't stand in place for it, she moved, rolling away, avoiding the kick as she swung it around and caught nothing but air.

But if the girl thought she'd earned herself a reprieve, King would show her wrong. She was just starting to gain some momentum, and true to her style, she would stick with it as long as possible. Offense. Pure offense.

She rushed in after Jocelyn as she rolled away, planted her lead foot down, then came at her with a fierce round kick aimed at her thigh, pivoting and twisting her entire body into the movement for added power

Jocelyn rolled and was in a crouch. She'd avoided a second kick but King was still coming at her. She could hop away like a frog or stand up and try to pivot. She could just cover her legs and take the kick in the back. That might be a better option for the moment. Jocelyn hated running away and looking weak.

There was another option though. If King wanted to see how a leg was destroyed, the Chistralian would show her just that! Jocelyn leaned forward and then rolled backwards, onto her back to keep the kick from hitting her, she then swung her own legs up to try and trap King's ankle with her own feet.

If she could manage that, she would try and throw an elbow to the side of King's knee from her position on her back.