Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Lu Zhou Yi: Mud and Steel!

Cage Fight:Mud Match
Winning condition: Knockout only

Tonight as the patrons to the AFW filed in, the saw something different than the usual squared circle. The ring had been removed and in it's place a large bowl had been constructed. It was about half the size of the ring and about a foot deep at its lowest point. It was filled with goopy mud and was surrounded by a steel cage. The crowd marveled at the bizarre scene and wondered what was in store for them.

'Gender' by Orgy signalled the entrance of Lu Jiao Jocelyn. The Chistrailian was clad in a simple black bikini and had a scowl on her face. The only thing she was told was to wear a bathing suit and that it would be a tough match. She scoffed but as she looked at the cage, a soft grin came over her face. She had been humiliated her first two matches and was looking forward to beating the hell out of the stupid bitch that was going to be her opponent.

Ahe stepped into the cage and into the mud pit and snarled. "What is this shit..." She muttered. It would be hard to use her Wu Shu with her feet slowed by the mud but at least her bitch opponent would be hindered just the same. Her eyes turned and looked to the entrance with a sneer.

As a night vs. day comparison, the metal rock that was Orgy's "Gender" faded out to the contemplative and relaxing song that was the intro for the historian, Lu Zhou Yi. Perhaps some of the crowd stopped cheering because they were sedated by the intro music, or perhaps they just didn't care for Yi after her last few matches had proven to be less than they could have been. Neither mattered to the woman.

She walked down the runway far less dressed than she usually was. Gone was her protective coveralls that she had worn to every match prior, and replaced with a red one piece swimsuit. The woman seemed to even object to the intent of objectifying women as they fight, but still she had to acquiesce and reveal more of her skin. She hadn't shown off this much since she had lost the fight to Nikolette. Her thick ropes were gone today, as was her fan.

Her shoulder blades still ached from her last match, but she would not turn down the chance to further her goals. Once she had reached the bowl entrance, the woman made no show of disagreeableness with the fight, unlike her opponent. She would have to change her style to be more minimalistic rather than over the top. Judging her opponent she... her opponent! Her eyes widened slightly looking at the woman, but without comment stepped into the mud ring, and moved to some edge of the bowl she felt she could call 'her side' in her mind.

Jocelyn sneered at the situation as she waited for her opponent. Whoever it was, she was going to show this bitch good. She grinned at the thought of slamming them into the cage over and over again. As she pleasantly fantasized, the musice started and she watched as Yi came down the ramp. Jocelyn's eyes widened. Yi was the perfect specemin of Chinese beauty. Jocelyn's teeth clenched and her fists tightened. "What are they mocking me..." She grumbled to herself about the people who were making the match.

Her eyes stared daggers into Yi the entire time she walked down the ramp and a smoldering anger burned in her. As Yi stepped in and her eyes finally fell on Jocelyn, the Chistralian saw the faint hint of surprise in her eyes. Jocelyn's own eyes widened and a faint blush of shame came over her face. Without even saying a word, Yi was already mocking her.

"What the fuck are you looking at skank!" Jocelyn yelled. "You fucking whore, I'm gonna beat that look off your ugly face!" She watched as the ref closed the door and locked the cage. Two girls entered, only one would leave under their own power.

Her thoughts were quite contrary to what she had been accused of. There was an interesting beauty to the woman, something that even Yi could not deny by way of her stonewall appearance. But then, she opened her mouth. The hatred and disgust that flowed from Jocelyn's mouth broke way to plans and ploys that would lead to the woman's defeat. These plots pointed to how she'd fight, and more importantly why she'd fight the way she did.

The mud was ankle deep at the edge of the bowl, but near the center of the ring, it was almost up to her knees. It had a slick consistency for mud but was not viscous enough to slosh or splash. A ball could be thrown of it, but by the time it left the finger tips it would likely be a ball no more. It easily coated whatever it touched, and Yi knew already she would not be leaving this bowl with an inch of her clean of its muck. Already, the tips of her two tails of hair were picking up extra weight, just by walking to the opposite side of the ring from the door.

Once the door was closed, the historian stood and only stared at the woman and her curses. Her feet would make a small "L" shape, left foot back and the right one facing her opponent. Mud had already reached the top of her calves from walking across, but since she stood so close to the edge the mud only consumed up to her ankles. Left hand would be held in a fist at the small of her back. The right was offered outwards to Jocelyn as though it held an invisible platter of grapes and Jo was some duchess who demanded them. Whatever glimmer of emotion that Yi had shown at the introduction was gone, and she made not a sound as she entered the arena.

Jocelyn watvhed as Yi took her stance. Even though she couldn't see Yi's feet, she knew how they were positioned just by seeing the top half of Yi's body. She audibly growled as Yi took her position. "Bitch!" She screamed. "I knew it!" She began to crouch and her muscles tensed. "You're just mocking me! I'm going to wipe that fucking look off your face and make you respect me!" She leaped from her position, she knew she couldn't run but a leap would help her cover ground quickly. She would then throw her leg up to try and throw a low kick at Yi's thigh.

There was no change in her demeanor as the other woman leaped into the air to cover the distance between them. Moving in mid-air was never subtle for anyone. To get any great power one had to seriously twist their upper body to get the motion. Yi couldn't run or get out of the way of this attack, so she would be forced to take it head on. Her offering, right hand balled into a fist and dropped as both her knees seemed to buckle. The fist became a hammering block into the exposed side of the woman's leg, sending her attack downwards with much greater force than she may have intended.

Jocelyn's leg still hit the side of Yi's calf, but the collision was much lower than Jo had intended. Yi's crouched position provided a new opening for Yi to capitalize upon. Her legs coiled like a spring, she used the force in her left to send her body forward. In turn, this allowed Yi's left arm to come from behind her back and sent forward into an open palm, the heel of her hand intending to land just a few inches beneath the woman's belly button. Technically, it was not a low blow.

Normally Jocelyn would be able to read Yi's movements and counter, but she was far to angry to pay the kind of attention se needed to. Her instinct allowed her to reach out to try and grab Yi's wrist when she attacked with her first fist. However, the second puch would catch her off guard and slam into her stomach. She gagged and her eyes widened and she stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach. She growled and looked up at Yi. "Bitch..." She growled. "Don't look down on me!" She then raised her fists up in almost an X shape, not quite crossing them and charged at Yi once more.

The grasping of her right hand was momentarily alarming, but as the technique played out she regained her confidence. This Xblock technique was an interesting choice. Yi began to side step, but never lifted her feet from the mud so this revolution was slow. She again misdirected the woman, raising her right hand to catch the woman's right elbow. A push would be made to turn Jo away from Yi. To compliment this redirection she raised her right leg from the mud and attempted to plant its shin into Jo's stomach.

Jocelyn was still furious but she was beginning to lose her rage and starting to think of ways to really defeat Yi. The girl was obviously a technician of Wu Shu and Jocelyn wanted to show her that just because she wasn't fully chinese that the style she took up was still just as powerful in her hands as any pure bred Chinese national. She steeled her gaze and watched as Yi went to grab her elbow. She thrust her elbow forward at Yi's grabbing hand. Jo's style was one where her primary weapons were here hips and elbows. In the thick mud her hips weren't as useful but her elbows were still deadly.

She hoped to knock back Yi's hand to prevent Yi from turning her. She then hoped to bring her other elbow down to strike it against Yi's incoming knee.

The block was effective, but one of the two women had to move because of the attack. Unfortunately, Yi was the weaker of the two, and would be forced to retreat momentarily due to the strength of the block. This minor retreat even clipped the strength of her shin attack. Her right leg fell backwards to the ground to keep her from falling on her ass in the mud. This sudden redirection to retreat even saved her leg from an errant elbow. Her opponent was strong, Yi had to admit this, but that could be used to the historian's advantage.

Lu Zhou Yi's left hand came in for a quick strike to the woman's kidney area to cover her escape and maybe open up a new set of attacks. Once both feet were on the ground, she tried to refocus her strength on this new offensive into Jo's side.