Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Martha Sharp

Jocelyn brought her wrist down and blocked the punch with her arm. Despite it seemingly not being a good idea, she was actually trained to fight with her arms and elbows more than her fists, favoring elbow strikes and hip throws mostly. Up close is where she was the best, but being on her back still put her at a disadvantage. After blocking the punch she tried to thrust her elbow up into Martha's face. "Let go of me... wrinkle tits." She growled, wincing in pain.

"Agh!" Martha grunted as the elbow struck her mouth, staggering her back a bit. "I'll make you scream an apology for every one of those insults," she vowed bitterly as she rose to her feet, waiting for Jocelyn to do the same since fighting on the ground wasn't going well for her either.

jocelyn rolled away and clutched her stomach on her knees. She grinned and looked cruelly at Martha. "What's the matter you old gammer? Finally get a woman on her back and now you can't finish the job? Do those pipes even work anymore are you so old they've gone and rusted out?" Tch." She rose to her feet, but was still clutching her stomach with one hand. But this time she took an actual fighting stance, Holding her free hand up paralell to her collar, her hand in a claw position and her hips rocking back and forth as she bounced lightly on her feet.

"Oh good," Martha taunted. "I was hoping this would turn into a dance-contest."

She tried to gauge her stance as best she could, but couldn't tell much besides her seeming to be expecting to counter her, based on her movement. She heard something about the drunken fist style revolving around that sort of thing.

A bit unsure of how else to handle it, she'd rush in and try to swing her hands up to grab her hair and swing her into a turnbuckle.

Jocelyn smirked at Martha's words. If that was the best she had then Jocelyn would at least win the war of the words, though she was determined to win the match as well. Once again as Martha came at her, Jocelyn backed up a step and then stepped forward to slam her hip into Martha. This time not for a throw but an attack. Her hair would be caught, however and she would be thrown towards the turnbuckle but she would attempt to elbow martha in the face again before she was tosseed, landing hard against the turnbuckle.

After the hip bump knocked her off balance, the elbow clipped Martha's jaw, making her rub it briefly before rushing at Jocelyn, trying to bash her knee into her in spite to grind her into the post.

Being slammed into the corner post stunned Jocelyn long enough to let Martha drive her knee deep into her gut. "oof!" She called out. What was worse was that the older woman seemed to just drive it deeper into her. She clutched onto the knee tightly, but for the moment couldn't do more than that.

Martha ground her knee roughly into her belly, smirking cruelly at her. "Should've stayed in your little judo club, tiny tits," she taunted before releasing her knee and leaning into her, trying to press her breasts into her face and trap her head between them and the turnbuckle

Jocelyn saw the large pair of breasts decend upon her to pin her into the ring post and muffled cries of frustration and anger came out form her. Growling she clenched her fists and sent each one soaring up, trying to punch Martha hard in both tits to get her to back away.

Matha pressed her enveloping breasts into Jocelyn's face, confident in her trap when suddenly her tits were slammed from below, wobbling wildly away from the cross-breed's face. "OWWW! Watch the merchandise!" she snapped, releasing her hold but swinging her shoulders to try and slap her juicy tits into Jocelyn's face before she could escape.