Lu Jiao Jocelyn vs King - Crass and Class

King had seen all sorts of dodges and ducks in her time, but this girl managed to catch her by surprise. 'Unorthdox' wasn't quite the right word. It was the sort of move one doesn't just do off-the-cuff. It took practiced reflexes, hours upon hours of training, a steady mind and hardened body.

'Effective'. That was a better word for it.

King bit back a cry as Jocelyn's elbow slammed into her knee, getting her revenge for the earlier shot to the same place, but she refused to give the momentum back that easily. Jocelyn was down, and that was an advantage in her favor, she had to make the best of it. Instead of pulling her leg away, she leaned forward and tried to throw a couple of punches into the girl's face. Not her usual style, but this was turning into a day of surprises.

Jocelyn was able to keep her legs hooked around King's legs, leaving her in an awkward position. However, she was surprised that the blonde decided to remain int he position and instead throw punches.

One of Jocelyn's arms came up to try and shield herself fromt he fists. She wasn't going to give up King's ankle OR the advantage of punishing King's leg. She pushed her other hand onto King's knee and gripped the pant leg tightly, trying to keep the fists from penetrating her arms but feeling knuckles wrap against her head and cheek.

"Nngh! Gnn!"

Jocelyn grunted but tried to yank King's leg one way with her ankles while pushing int he opposite direction with her hand. If King didn't want to feel the pain, she'd have to go to her knees. If she went to her knees, she'd have her back to the Chistralian and that was a good place for Jocelyn to be.

King had to be honest with herself and say that she did derive some pleasure from punching the girl. She liked to think she was above that sort of thing, and most of the time she was...but this girl was an expert in trying nerves, and even King had her limits.

The satisfaction was short lived, as her Asian opponent began to twist the ankle, earning a scream from King that would've made it clear to even the nearsighted man just how much of a woman she really was. She had wanted to keep the fight on her feet, but it seemed like that wasn't an option at the moment. Down she went.

She fell to knees and immediately swung her elbows out behind her, swinging side to side and punctuating each twist with a brutal blow. It was hardly an ideal move, more from desperation than anything, but she couldn't let this girl come at her from behind unabated. The elbows were wild and blind, but if they connected, it might be enough to escape with.

Jocelyn got what she wanted when she put King to the ground, earning a rather girlish scream of pain that made her ears tingle. She released King's ankle and would have gone for an immediate assault if she hadn't seen those swinging elbows.

"Damn."

Jocelyn growled under her breath. Thee was no reason to throw herself into an elbow factory so she rolled away and hopped up. It didn't mean she was going to give king an inch though as she swung her leg forward. Hopefully she could snap her leg in between those piston like elbows and before King stood up to drive her foot into King's spine.

The elbows didn't hit, but they seemed to give the girl some paused - her back wasn't immediately draw into a hold, for one thing. The irritating hold was released, though King had taken a heavy price. Her legs were hurting. It wouldn't be impossible to use her kicks, but it would be harder, and in a match like this even the smallest disadvantage could make the difference.

Even though her situation improved, she still needed some time to recover, and the vicious girl didn't seem inclined to give. A kick hammered King's back as she tried to rise, driving her back down to one knee as the pain shot through her spine. Desperately needing room to breath, she tried the girl's own move, rolling away and twisting her body about as she came out of it to face her attacker. Defensive, not her best area, but it would have to do for the moment.

Jocelyn smirked as she forced King to roll away. She crouched, bending her knees as she tested her legs. It felt good enough and when she saw King turn, she blasted forward and charged at the gentlewoman, hoping to hit her with a flying knee to the face before she could rise.

The girl was coming and she was coming fast, and with King's legs still hurting, her options were limited. But not eliminated.

She jerked to the side as she rose, letting the fly past her and coming up straight into the girl, their bodies colliding. She brought her arms up and tried to pull her into a tight clench, pushing her back towards the turnbuckle and bringing her weight advantage into play - not her typical style, but if she could keep the fight close like this, she might have a shot at neutralizing the girl's techniques and making it more about power. It was a decent idea in theory, anyway.

"Guh!"

Jocelyn's knee missed horribly as King ducked her head and their bodies tangled up with King wrapping her arms around her smaller frame as both of them toppled to the canvas.

Jocelyn struggled and growled,flailing wildly at King as she cursed.

"Piss off! I don't have a fuckin plunger for you to slurp down!"

What did that even mean? King could tell it was vulgar, obviously, but she couldn't even fathom how it was insulting. Did she mean an actual plunger? Was it slang for something else?

She tried to tune the girl out - a monumental challenge - as they hit the floor with King on top, trying her best to keep the fiery fighter down. Not the best position, really. She knew some holds, but most of them worked best from behind, sleeperholds. She was tempted to try an armbar, but decided it was too risky. Instead, she stayed simple - ground and pound.

She sat up and came down quick, trying to drive her elbow straight down into the girl's face. Inelegant, but effective.

Jocelyn grunted when King straddled her. She lifted up her arms when she saw King go in for what she thought was a punch. She was ready for punches but when the elbow came, it plowed through her forearms and slammed into her cheek as she turned her head at the last second.

"Fuck!"