Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Standard Match

Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.

Jocelyn had a look on her face that could kill someone who foolishly met her gaze. She'd discreetly disappeared for several months. She decided what else the shithole country she had ended up in had to offer besides some dumpy wrestling promotion where girly sluts pretended they weren't as slutty as they actually were. She'd gone on a sabbatical to Hokkaido and had actually enjoyed herself. Forgetting about the world and generally keeping away from human contact it felt kind of nice. That was after she got over the first month of crying her eyes out.

She came to AFW to relieve stress and piss off her father and seemed to be able to accomplish little of either. She'd managed to meet a few people that didn't completely piss her off and along the way managed to make a nice reputation for herself as a doormat. She hadn't won a match but she knew she was better than all those other loser's who just got lucky. Cheating or catching her off guard or some other excuse she could come up with. But even still, she had developed a small base of hard core fans and saved, and personally responded to each letter of fan mail she got. Though she responded as indignantly as her "persona" would kayfabe wise, secretly she'd never felt more like a star, even if it was only a dozen or so letters. Though, each time she read one, as she often did, she wondered if that really was her in the ring or if she was trying to put on some kind of act, for someone.

Still, the losses did bother her and she was close to giving up when she met a girl in the ring that had managed to steal her heart. But like the thief she was, she took it and kept running and vanished soon after their tryst. Angry at the world, she fled and ran away from her problems until one day she returned and asked for a match. Maybe she begged and maybe she punched a guy and told him never to repeat what he saw of her but she didn't remember.

it only took a few days of being back in Tokyo for her angst to return and the scowl she wore now as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5l5xcO7AVU:3k0hcd4j]her music[/url:3k0hcd4j] began to play was something that hadn't traveled with her. It was waiting for her when she got back and she felt sick. She hated it and she wanted to make some stupid jerk pay for all of her problems by beating the shit out of them.

She took one last sigh and punched the wall before strolling out to the mostly boos of the crowd. She looked them up and down and lowered her head. She lifted her arms high and gave each side of the ramp a big 'Fuck you' as she raised each of her middle fingers up defiantly

The boos increased. Jocelyn wanted to beat all of them up. She stepped into the ring and made her way tot he corner. She clutched the top ropes as tightly as she could and stretched silently. She snorted like a bull and then spun around to face the entrance ramp. She primed her gaze with daggers looking to stab whoever her opponent was to death before they ever made it into the ring.

Allison had nothing to prove. Her first match in Friction was against a pathetic little girl who had somehow managed, through a string of increasingly unlikely events, to beat her. Worse yet, she did it fairly. But Allison wasn't worried. She'd put it behind her. The entropy inherent in something as risky as wrestling meant that no one won all the time. It meant nothing to her, it didn't put a dent in her confidence. It did leave her with a great deal of aggression pent up without an outlet, though, and whoever her opponent was tonight was going to feel every ounce of it.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI:2u161j56]Her music began to ease it's way into the arena[/url:2u161j56], and she waited patiently for her cue to step out. Her music always helped her ease into the right frame of mind. She was still a dignified, composed, sexy, mature, refined English woman when the lights went down, but once her music started throbbing through the arena, all bets were off. She wanted to savor every moment on her slow walk down the ramp, it was the only thing separating her from her opponent. She set her eyes on the coarse little girl that awaited her and smiled, just a little. Her predatory gaze never left Jocelyn for a moment until she reached the ring steps.

When she paused before ascending to the ring, she became aware not only of a few sparse boos from the crowd, but that they didn't seem to have any reaction to her except for the usual catcalls. She glared at them, one foot on the first step, and announced to the first few rows "I can't blame you. You and your pathetic countrymen have likely never seen a real woman. Get a good look before you go home to your short, unremarkable wives."

She turned up her nose and with a very faint scowl she stepped easily up to the ring apron and slid slowly through the ropes. She put the crowd out of her mind and focused again on her opponent. She was young, petite, angry, a lovely specimen. Thinking of putting her hands on her, contorting her young body, hearing her cries, breaking her will sent an ecstatic shiver down Allison's spine.

She purred, slinking a few sultry steps around Jocelyn. "My, my, darling, look at you." She said, each word from her mouth was like velvet with her posh English accent. "You certainly look the part. Don't be nervous, dear girl, I'm sure you'll do superlatively well." Allison moved easily to her corner and awaited the bell. The anticipation was delectable, and the restraint she showed only excited her more.

Jocelyn stared at her opponent as she came out from the back of the arena. Some stupid skanky looking bitch trying to pretend she was too good for everyone. Jocelyn couldn't help but smirk. She was exactly the kind of person the Chistralian wanted to see. Someone who she not only did not have to think twice about kicking the ass of but someone who probably deserved it and someone the crowd would probably also want to see beaten up. It was a win in every category she could think of. She didn't blink until Allison was stepping down the ring but she did try and hide her smirk. She didn't want that stupid bitch to see THAT.

She remained calm up until the point where Allison came and circled her. Circled her?! The nerve. What was she checking her out? Jocelyn liked women but not a gross old dyke like her. She wrinkled her nose as the woman let a silky insult escape her lips. Jocelyn lifted up her foot and snapped it down with authority as she glared at Allison. Her fists clenched tightly.

"Tch. Great I get to fight another gammer." Jocelyn stared at Allison with a deep hatred, her first words were bitter but betrayed her sultry Chinese look with a thick Autrslian accent. "Listen you dish licker, I didn't come here to make nice so bugger off. The only thing I'm here to do is make you glad you didn't get a face lift to try and hide the wrinkles in your pruny ass polecat face to go along with that fake ass tit job so you didn't waste any extra money on reconstructive surgery when I pound your cunt face in, got it, bitch?"

Jocelyn, it seemed, was just as eager for the bell and clenched her fists at the thought of pounding the shit out of Allison.

It was a rare occasion that Allison laughed, but she couldn't help it. Her eye widened with delight and she leaned her head back and let out a gentle, lilting, feminine laugh before covering her mouth and looking back at the feisty little Australian in front of her.

"Mmmm, wonderful, little one. What you lack in intelligence and discretion, you more than make up for with your enthusiasm and... wit." She said, and gave the girl an inscrutable, polite-looking smile while the bell rang. "Shall we, darling? I'm quite eager to see how you intend to 'pound my cunt face in'. Though, I admit, I don't relish the thought of joining the countless others to whom you have done this. You are quite experienced, yes?"

Allison strode confidently into the center of the ring where she nearly towered over her shorter, smaller opponent. She carefully examined her opponent, took note of her body, the way she carried herself, and her body language as she approached, and put up her hands to call for a tie up. Her pleasant, polite smile was gone, replaced by a hardened, humorless expression.

Jocelyn ground her teeth at Allison's laugh. Her eyes focused and narrowed. She was looking forward to punching that face even more now. Even worse yet, she was talking up on her record. Did the bitch KNOW she was undefeated? The record looked bad but she fought really well in those fights. She couldn't stand for this. "Tch. Yeah well what you lack in being a cunt you make up for in being an ugly saggy titted grandma, so fuck off."

Jocelyn always had a pretty foul mouth, but Allison seemed to bring out the nastiest in her. When the bell ring, Jocelyn didn't stroll, she marched. She brought her fists up and ignored her usual fighting stance. She wasn't looking to show of her legitimate fighting skill, she wanted a beat down. She wanted to hurt whoever was put in front of her, especially Allison. When Allison put her hands up for the tie up, Jocelyn threw an underhanded hook that was aimed at Allison's stomach. Fuck her tie up, Jocelyn wanted to brawl.

This time Allison ignored Jocelyn's torrent of foul language entirely. She cared very little for what vulgar insults the girl could come up with, and remained focused on her movements. It was unsurprising when the girl ignored her tie up and came in with a punch.

She tucked one elbow down against her body and leaned into Jocelyn's punch to steal some of it's momentum, braced herself, hardened her abs, and took most of the impact on her arm. That was all she needed to see. She got the picture very quickly with Jocelyn, and if she wanted to turn this match into a schoolyard brawl she'd be sorely disappointed. Her viciousness, though, ignited Allison's own violent side.

She took a quick step into Jocelyn and wrapped one hand around behind the smaller girl's back while the other one gripped her short black hair and pulled back. She pressed her body against the girl's, pushing her back but with no intention of going to the ropes. She still wanted to test the waters a bit with this one.

It felt good to punch Allison, even if it was just in the arm. That slightly annoyed her but as soon as her first punch hit, she was swinging her second fist towards Allison' other side. But as she pucnched, she felt Allison push forward and hold onto her back and grab her hair. Like some sort of twisted dance. Jocelyn slid her leg backwards, she had to hold her ground as best as she could but with committing to a punch, the best she could hope for was to stand her ground.

Thankfully though, Allison had used up both her hands on trying to wrangle Jocelyn, which made the Chistralian growl angrily to hide the slight pain in her scalp. Really she just wanted to bite down on the girl, punch her, smash her up, anything to inflict pain. She wasn't going to be satisfied until she saw Allison cry out.

If her second punch was glancing as well, while Allison was trying to position Jocelyn, Jo would try and latch her claw onto Allison and try and dig her nails into the side of the Brit.

Allison grit her teeth and her body twisted away from Jocelyn's fingernails. She smiled with sinister eyes at Jocelyn. The claws in her side hurt, and she almost liked it. She purred.

"Really, darling, that's what you came up with?" She asked evenly before planting a hard, open-lipped kiss on Jocelyn's mouth. While that was still registering, she stepped a foot through the girl's legs to yank forcefully back on her hair and bend her uncomfortably to where she looked up at the ceiling. She raised up her elbow and threw it down to smash into Jocelyn's sternum.

Jocelyn audibly growled when she earned a smile from Allison. Bitch! She screamed the word inside her own head. She could see the strain to keep up that fake fucking smile. The more she continued to breath in the same air as this vile woman, the more she wanted to stomp her heel into her ugly as face until there was nothing distinguishable from chum you'd feed to a shark.

Jocelyn had a nice, venomous retort planned for the ugly granny but found, suddenly her lips were preoccupied. Her eyes widened with shock, her hand, which had previously been clawing, or attempting to claw, at Allison, settled onto her side. Allison's lips were quite firm, yet surprisingly tender. They overcame her own.Jocelyn froze. What was this woman doing? Had she actually managed to withstand Jocelyn's harsh taunts and find some sort of inner beauty? Some sort of sensual connection that was unknown to Jocelyn.

The question would remain unanswered, or rather, answered quite quickly as her head was yanked upward, causing Jocelyn to remain surprised, barely registering what was going on until the sharp pain went coursing through her body. She flailed her arms, her eyes screwing downward to look in shock at Allison as her mouth let out a forced breathy grunt.

"Kuuuuhhh...."

Allison said and did nothing to express her delight with hurting this poor little girl. The feeling of the point of her elbow slamming into her soft, youthful body was bliss, and she wanted more.

She kept a firm grip on Jocelyn's hair and yanked her back upright so that their upper bodies pressed together. Then she coldly wrapped both hands around the girl's throat and with a jerk lifted her up off the mat, hanging her by her neck. She was light, much smaller than Allison, but it still took a good deal of effort to keep her up there. It was worth every second, though. Allison hoped she wasn't moving too quickly, but perhaps she had to be a bit more forceful at first to quell the uprising of this girl's attitude.