Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Fong Xiao Lin

Jocelyn had come to the gym rather early in the morning, hoping to work out a bit and get some practice in. She was hoping to be scheduled for a bucnh of bouts and wanted to be in as peak of shape as she could be. Really she was looking to break open a few faces and generally have her way with those who came and 'bothered' her. Really anyone who was near her who she could pick on. Unfortunately for her there wasn't too much activitey in the morning and by the afternoon she still had only seen a few faces in the gym and they had kept to themselves. Well she wasn't going to go out of her way just to pick on someone. With a sigh she slammed her forwarm into the heavy back infront of her and grunted.

Her first day at AFW and Xiao Lin was up and early and in the gym warming up for her morning exercises. She had no matches scheduled yet, but that was no reason to forgo her workouts. She was wearing a revealing white anchor half-top, which quite abit of her midriff, and a set of tight blue shorts.

She had seen some of the few fighters around the gym, and most of them looked like they could prove a considerable challenge to defeat.

One in particular caught her eye.

She was about her height and age, judging by appearances, with the same type of body: Lean, toned and fit, but not overly muscular. But it was her eyes and skin tone that caught her attention, and made Lin gave her more than a passing glance.

Another Chinese fighter? Here?

Lin was not very social, and she didn't see any need to bother the other girl. And so she initially ignored the girl, and kicked off her workout with the treadmill. She didn't push herself much though, for her mind was on the other girl. She couldn't deny that it was comforting to see a face that wasn't Japanese or caucasian or black, but a Chinese face, one that she could possibly communicate on a similar wavelength, and with a language that didn't feel weird on her tongue.

She got off the tread mail after 5 minutes, and headed off towards the girl.

She wasn't very social, and she knew it, but friends were necessary in this harsh, competitive landscape[e.

"Hi," she said softly in English, her hand raised up. She was not gonna take for granted that the other girl knew chinese.

Jocelyn had become so frustrated with the prospect of going home without a fight that she had become too focused on her work at the punching bag. She hadn't realized that others had started coming in to work out and when she heard the first words of Xiao Lin she grinned. Great! she hadn't even had to do anything to get some sucker to come over to her. She turned around and was about to say something snarky when she gazed upon the face of another Chinese girl.

Though Jocelyn was only half-Chinese, it was clear she inherited her looks from her Chinese father, looking almost indistinguishable from a full blooded Chinese person. In fact, her whole life she had grown up as if she were only Chinese, at least from her father's point of view. He demanded she act as a proud Chinese woman, even if her Austrailian mother was more carefree and always urgeed her to be herself. She grew up loving the culture but was kept from it, knowing only a handful of other Chinese, who were mostly adults, due to her being born and raised in Australia. So when she saw Xia Lin her eyes widened.

She immediatly wanted to get to know the other girl and almost smiled and greeted her properly when she thought of something. She'll mock me... for my accent.... She'll think I am disgracing our kind! She'll know I'm not full blooded Chinese and she'll mock me! Despite looking liek any native born Chinese girl there was one glaring thing about her that made her stand out. She spoke in a rather thick Australian accent. Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she responded from the perceived threat the only way she knew how.

"Yeah... whad'ya want? Lookin for me to rearrange that face of yours?" She sneered. "I'll be happy to pull out those ugly braids of yours if you've finally figured out how stupid they look."

Lin's tentative smile faded away as she heard The other girl's insulting words. She was sensitive about her braids, as when she was caught in unruly fights, there were many who immediately took advantage of those easily grabbed hair-whips. She had manage to triumph all those times, but some of the fights were close. Too close. Even so, she was adamant against undoing her braids, considering them a symbol of her tenacity.

And this girl -this stranger that knew nothing about her- dared to mock her?

Another fighter might have answered her insults with a hard slap. Instead, Lin simply shrugged, as if disappointed with the girl's answer.

"If you didn't want to talk, you could have just said no." Whore, she added mentally, as she turned away from the enemy that she never had a chance to make, and walked back to her tread mill.

Jocelyn's eyes widened at Xiao Lin's words. Did she just make a mistake and go off the handle on someone she really could have befriended? Her insides sank at the thought but she clenched her fists. She couldn't just let the girl walk away... even if she had been friendly enough and even if Jocelyn was in the wrong, now this girl was threatening her pride by just walking away. She was trying to instigate a fight! She began walking over to Xiao Lin.

"Don't walk away from me bitch!" She growled. "Just because we aren't gonna have a chit chat doesn't mean you can just walk away! Now I just want to beat in that stupid little face of yours! Get in the ring!" She said pointing to the nearby ring.

She then grinned. "So when people walk by and see you getting your ass kicked they will think you really do suck at wrestling!" It was better to do it in the ring. She wanted to just fight her right here and now but if someone saw her wailing on the girl, they might try and stop her and in the ring she could go whatever she wanted without anyone else batting an eye.

"But I am do, using your term, 'suck' at wrestling." It was a half-lie. She had little grasp over the more complex techniques of this violent sport, and her formal training in her particular brand of martial arts made her reluctant to attack downed opponents. Even so, she was far from useless.

So yes, she was a half-assed wrestler, but an excellent fighter.

She didn't break her stride as the other girl walked up to her, presumably forcing Jocelyn to follow her. Nor did she turn to face her. She didn't like to look possible antagonists in the face, out of some bizarre sense of shyness and paradoxical pacifism, but most people usually took that as haughtiness or anti-social behavior.

And her next words didn't help stave away this impression:

"I am secure in whatever strength I have," She said. "Unlike you, I see no need to prove that I am your better."

"Tch." Jocelyn said with a low tone at the girls words. She was really pissing Jocelyn off. "Who said anything about proving that I'm better than you." She scoffed. "I don't need to prove it either. I already know I'm way better than you, skank." Jocelyn's first volley of attack was always verbal insults. Usually it really riled the other person up. "I just want to beat the shit out of you. That's it. I was just being nice enough to do it in the ring but if you want I'll do it right here."

Jocelyn's stature was one of posturing. Her shoulders were back, puffing her chest out and her nose was upturned. She even showed off a bit of her leg that slipped out from the chinese dress she wore as if to say 'not only can I beat you up but I'm prettier than you too.' Though she was still content with just hurling insults, the fact that Xiao Lin continued to blow off her advances made her even madder.

She wondered how long more before her the other girl threw off what little civility she had left and just came at her. Lin had to admit that, deep down inside, she was getting quite abit of satisfaction from this conversation. The girl continued to insult her, and she continued to blow her off with short, uninterested replies.

Just one more, she thought, one more and I'll just quell her ego with a fake apology

"Not impressed."

Lin was cautious though, and she was prepared for an attack. Just in case things took a sharp swerve towards the ugly.

Jocelyn's brow furrowed in disapproval at such a simple reaction. Samn her. Who the hell does she think she is? She thought. She took a step back with her right foot, not moving her left and doing it very subtly. Even though Jocelyn was a bully, she wasn't completely a paper tiger. She was trained in the martial arts as well and nd could hold her own against tough opponents, even if she mostly liked to pick on weaker people.

"Good thing I'm not looking to impress you either. You're really getting on my nerves. I'm sick of looking at that ugly face of yours." She then stepped forward as if she were going to thrrow a punch but instead aimed the her forarm at the girl's chest. Jocelyn specialized in elbow strikesd and hip throws and knew it would be a lot harder to dodge or deflect this type of strike. Pule it would let her get in close where she thought she would have the advantage if this girl really was lying.

As Jocelyn's attack shifted into an elbow strike, Lin shifted her body backwards without moving her legs to avoid the blow. Immediately, she moved her body forward again with her right hand pushing away her opponent's elbow following her striking momentum, while her left fist moved in for the kill, attempting a hard to Jocelyn's