Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Martha Sharp

'Gender' by Orgy signalled the entrance of one of the AFW's newest member. Clad in a black backless chinese dress the skinny looking Chinese girl came out with a look that could kill. Tattooed and angry she barely paid any mind to the cheerign crowd. She stepped into the ring and looked around. She took her corner and leaned against the turnbuckle.

"Tch. Is this really what I came here for?" She commented to herself. "Seems I shouldn't have even bothered." Despite the look of the girl, what came out of her was a rather thick Austrailian accent. Her eyes focused at the entrance ramp as she waited for her opponent. She didn't even bother looking up the name of the girl who would be her first victim.

A small cloud of artificial smoke flooded from the entrance as the sexy cougar stepped forth, her glasses reflecting the light of the arena as she strode confidently down the ramp. She spared the odd smirk or nod to fans who seemed to truly appreciate her sex appeal and her strength, but mainly made her way to the ring without pause.

She climbed into the ring and smiled as she looked Lu up and down, almost inspecting her. "I keep telling this league we've got enough scrawny pre-teens, but do they listen?" she tisked, seemingly to herself as she flicked her cigarette holder from the ring. "Alright, let's get you humiliated and home before your bedtime, sweetheart."

Jocelyn almost laughed when she saw Martha step through the arena. What is this?! She thought as she eyed the cougar up and down. She sneered when Martha so confidently laid down a verbal assault.

"Tch." Jocelyn said as she clenched her fists. A defiant smirk came across her features. "What did you get lost on the way home from the grocery store, grandma?" She teased back. "I thought this place was a wrestling league not a senior center. Don't worry. I'll make sure to get you home before your bedtime. I'm sure some old fart like you goes to bed alot earlier than I do. Ain't gonna be able to eat anything but mush anyway when I knock those dentures out of you." She spat right back. She cracked her neck and stepped forward, eager to beat the snot of this old bag.

Martha seethed, but kept up a poker face for now. She strode invitingly to the middle of the ring, and further if Jocelyn didn't come and meet her quickly enough, until they were just in front of eachother. She'd wait until the instant the bell sounded to whip her hand up in a powerful slap across her face, more to challenge/insult her than hurt (though not lacking at either).

Jocelyn marched forward with a cruel smirk on her face as she met Martha at the center of the ring. She stared daggers into the couger and when the bell rang she found herself on the receiving end of a hard slap. It stung, but it certainly wasn't something she would cower frim. "Tch." She said. "Hope you didn't break your wrist you old hag." She growled and pulled back her fist as if to punch, but instead she thrust out her hip to shove it into Martha hard and then would reach to grab her and toss her to the mat.

Martha fell for the feint in her anger, bumped and tossed down with a sudden thud. Managing to get her wits quickly, Martha would try and bring her legs up to shove Jocelyn back into the ropes with both legs. If she went far enough to bounce back, she'd lunge to her feet and try for a rising clothesline

Jocelyn was about to hurl another insult at Marth, confident she could kick the old crone's ass but before she even began, she was tossed into the ropes. Her eyes widened. but as she bounced forward, all she could do was put up her hands. She blocked the clothesline but she was still sent down to the ground with a thumb. She growled as she tried to recover, sending a flailing kick at the experienced woman.

Martha landed alongside the interracial girl, quickly deflecting the kick with her palm and trying to throw a punch into her belly while she rose into a sitting position. If it connected hard enough to wind her, she'd let her hand linger and try to lock on a painful abdominal claw.

With her foot out in the air attempting a strike, she was open for the belly punch. The wind was knocked out of her and her eyes widened. She couldn't escape the abdomnial claw and screamed out in pain as martha's finger's dug into her stomach. "Dammit... bitch." She growled out the words through difficult pants. She grabbed at Martha's wrist to try and remove the move with one hand while the other shot up to try and punch Martha in the face.

Martha grinned cruelly and twisted her nails and fingers into her belly, but the strike to the face made her head whip to one side and break the hold. "Bitch," Martha snapped, throwing her own blow back in an eye for an eye approach.