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

Jocelyn yeldped as they tumbled, but she tried to maintain a firm grip on Yi's pigtail. SHe just wanted to wrench Yi's neck as much as she could as they fell. She landed on her back with an 'oof' and gasped. Followed closely by Yi's head. It missed her diaphram but slammed into her stomach enough to cause Jocelyn to continue to gasp.

Shouting in pain her next assault was not so precise. Her right hand pulled back and sent itself back at Jocelyn's exposed cunny. From the cheap seats in the arena it may have looked like a punch due to its force. From the front row it could be seen as a crotch claw. But only Jocelyn and Yi would know that this forceful crotch claw ended in two finger penetration. A viciously low blow... But they were in a hardcore cage match expectant to make the other feint.

Jocelyn screamed as tshe was clawed and penetrated. Her pussy wettening to try and provide some releife only humilated Jocelyn. Her shrill cry was met wiby trying to sink her nails into Yi's scalp and practically rip her hair out. There was no longer anything left between the two girls that was proper and normal. Jocelyn, despite the hair pull stuill cried oput. "FUCK! STOP BITCH! I QUIT I QUIT! I GIVE UP!" Though she knew it that would not end the match, She was desperately trying to find anyway she could to make the pain and embarrassment stop.

It certainly did nothig to stop Yi, though she screamed as her scalp felt the familiar leak of red ooze. Jocelyn's nails had broken skin. Unacceptable.

Left hand reached up to grasp Jocelyn by the throat as the other did not disengage at all. Instead nails dug in from the inside as her wrist began to rotate back and forth. Everything her opponent's would be yeilded at this moment to Yi. Yi would accept nothing less.

Jocelyn continued to scream as she was mauled. Tears began to run down her face and she desperately tried to scratch at Yi. Her face, her hair, she wasn't looking to just break free or cause pain. She was looking for lasting injury as well. Drawing blood, scarring. She hated this woman with every fiber of her being. She gagged as she was choked, her screams becoming sickening gurgles as her strenght waned. As she tried to dig her thumbs into Yi's eyes, her resistance was becoming less and less.

Yi took her punishment, knowing that at this moment attrition would be far kinder to the historian than it would be to the angry woman beneath her. Blood found new outlets, other than those already torn. And now, her eyes were being gouged. Yi winced her eyes closed hoping the lids would protect until Jocelyn.

"Shhshh..." She cooed as her grip within Jo began to slacken and not be so vicious in the application of her short, well trimmed nails.

Jocelyn's hand slid down Yi's face, almost caressing the historian's cheek with her blood stained fingertips. Her eyes widened at Yi's sudden coo, the attempt to quiet her was quite shocking to Jocelyn but not in a way that infuriated her. with a soft huff, her hand fell from Yi's face and to her side. Her head titled and her eyes closed, giving the final indication that she was out cold.

She waited a few seconds, watching her opponent to make certain that this was not just a feint faint. Finally she let go of the other woman, first from the crotch, then from the throat. Breathing heavily, Lu Yi almost disbelieved the weight of her victory. The historian had won for the first time, in a match she really had no business being in. Magma red eyes lifted to look over the crowd for a moment before they returned to the fallen Jocelyn. When she wasn't swearing and cursing, she was quiet a beautiful girl.

Medics were wrestling with the door to the steel cage, and Lu Yi had a few moments before she would be separated from her apparent victim. Carefully, she dug her hand into the mud and used it to cover the chest and crotch of Jo. Finally the door swung open and any moment the two would be drug apart.

Jocelyn stirred a few moments after Yi put her out, not opening her eyes but moaning softly. She was tired and wracked with pain. She heard the gate being rattled and looked opened her eyes just to see Yi touching her. She didn't have the strength to resist and her face was covered in too much mud for her blush to show. All she could do was let out a soft moan and watch as she thought Yi was going to take advantage of her. But instead she realized that she was being covered up. "W-why..." She muttered weakly in Chinese as she saw the paramedics open the cage.

She was pulled back and away by a ref with a schoolyard bully like hold. Elbows were held behind her back by the ref's locked arm. Except for a bit of a struggle to get back to her feet, she didn't resist being taken away from Jocelyn at all. Resistance here would have been unwise. She could still see Jocelyn's face from where she stood, Yi had only one medic checking to see if any injury was so severe that it had to be dealt with there. She smiled in response to Jocelyn's question, not preferring to speak while within the ring. It just wasn't her thing.

Instead she gave a humble bow, which turned into simply a nod of her head since she was still in that schoolyard bully hold. The ref turned her bodily towards the door and started to lead her out. The historian broke free of the hold, or perhaps she was let free, and continued leaving. Her little delicate hands already working out a way to tie her swimsuit up to help protect her own dignity.