Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Haruki Amai

Jocelyn laid panting on the ground as her vision returned slowly. She blinked away the last remaining dots and turned to watch Haruki posing for the crowd. Her blood boiled at the thought and her teeth gnashed together. Her fingers dug into the mat and she knew she had to punish this bitch for everything she did.

But that was easier said than done and soon she was being lifted up by Haruki. Jocelyn groaned against the green haired girl, putty in the showman's grip for the moment. Then she was grabbed and flipped into the air. She was slammed hard hard onto her back and screeched into the air as the crowed cheered for the spectacular suplex. Jocelyn felt numb and laid on the mat. She felt like she was being handled worse than she had been with Cassie. She had fought Cassie so hard and never gave up. She had that red head beat. She SHOULD have won! And now? She might actually lose to some no-talent exotic dancer!

Haruki was quickly back on her feet. She stepped over Jocelyn to straddle her body and put her hands on her hips, grinding them to one side, and a pause. To the other side, a little lower, and a little pause.

When she was low enough, she put her hands on Jocelyn's shoulders and pressed them into the mat while she laid her body down flat on top of her. She trailed her hands down Jocelyn's arms until she held her wrists, pinned to the mat off to either side, and then there they were. Hip to hip, thigh to thigh, belly to belly and chest to chest. Haruki gazed down into Jocelyn's eyes with a coy grin while the ref gladly jumped in to count the pin, while the crowd screamed their approval.

"One!"

Jocelyn was stunned by the pain in her back and was at the mercy of Haruki's sultry pin for the moment. She glared as she brought a hand to her head, watching Haruki grind down towards her. Her cheeks flushed deeply and her free hand clenched tightly. This bitch. Who did she think she was? With her sexual advances. Jocelyn wasn't some kind of horrid dyke. Well, she WAS, but not with THIS bitch. Not with ANY bitch except someone her father would HATE. And Allison. But not THIS bitch.

Jocelyn couldn't help but gasp as Haruki's much larger chest pressed against her own. Their bodies were so tightly pressed that when Jocelyn squrimed, it only made it worse.

The one count. Jocelyn panicked. They were too close. She couldn't let these thoughts swimming in her head make her lose!

"Two!"

"SHIT!" Jocelyn screamed and kicked up her legs and swung them back down at the last minute to break the count. That put a surge of adrenaline through her as she glowered at Haruki. "Get the fuck off me you cunt licking dyke." the Chistralian growled.

"Ohmigod, you are so totally gross!"

Haruki rode the bucking Chistralian and remained stubbornly on top of her. She put her palm on Jocelyn's chin and shoved her head to the side, turning her neck to make it harder for her to twist to the side to escape the pin. She rested her chin in her free hand and propped her elbow on Jocelyn's chest, swinging her heels up behind her like a school girl on her bed chatting on the phone.

The crowd loved it, and the ref restarted the count. "One!"

Now Haruki was using Jocelyn as a body pillow and the Chistralian absolutely fumed. Her cheeks were red. From anger and the elbow that pushed into her petite breast. However, Haruki was dumber than she looked if she thought she was going to beat Jocelyn THIS way. Now her arms were free and Jocelyn balled her fist.

She swung a clubbing fist at Haruki's head. With her hands now free, it would bot break the pin and, hopefully, allow her to punch the green haired girl off her. If the first shot didn't work then Jocelyn had no problem doing it again and again and again.

Smack!

"Ow! You little brat!"

Jocelyn's first punch stung Haruki's cheek and made her pull back enough to give Jocelyn space to break the pin, but it didn't have the power to knock her over. She shoved harder on Jocelyn's face, twisting her neck to the side a little more, and quickly crawled up her body to straddle her. She sat down on the girl's chest, her knees on either side of her head, and fished for Jocelyn's wrists to keep her from trying anything funny.

"Are you running out of gross things to say? Now that you've been flat on your back, like, forever?" She wriggled her butt back and forth into Jocelyn's chest while the ref yet again began to count.

"One!"

"Get comfortable, girl."

Jocelyn growled as her face was continuously shoved down and her neck was starting to bend painfully. She was going to beat the shit out of this bitch once she got herself free! Unfortunately, Haruki quickly realized getting punched in the face wasn't good at all and she straddled Jocelyn's chest.

"H-Haaaangh!" Jocelyn wheezed the grunt in one blustery, aggravated breath. She was so tired of this green haired bitch. At least now her neck wasn't being twisted anymore and she turned it up to glare at her instantly.

"Fuck no, you wally sook!"

"Two!"

Jocelyn pulled up her knees as hard as she could to try and ram them into Haruki's back and shoot them up to try and kick out of the pin once more. If She could just keep breaking the pin, she might be alright until she freed herself.

"Twat eater!"

Haruki was jostled forward by Jocelyn's knees, and she reached a hand up into her hair, arching her back while she rode out Jocelyn's bucking like a cowgirl. More cheers. Again, the count was reset, but Jocelyn was so clearly hopelessly stuck that it didn't matter. Eventually, she'd get tired or quit and just take the pin.

"Hey, your face is in my twat, sweetie," she teased. "Are you gonna cry while you're down there?" She asked sweetly, like a mother talking to a tiny baby.

She reached back to grab for one of Jocelyn's legs so she could hook it and lean forward to roll Jocelyn up. The ref didn't bother to get up anymore.

"One!"

Jocelyn flattened her legs when Haruki leaned back. She wasn't going to let the green haired girl get hold of THOSE, that was for sure. And she left herself quite open as she turned. Jocelyn's fist soared upward and this time she aimed it at Haruki's boob. If Haruki was going to let those things dangle like the slut she was, then Jocelyn would just knock them off. For what she was saying, it served the green haired bitch right. And if she still didn't want to get off, the Chistralian would have to get meaner and nastier. Something she didn't just not mind, but enjoyed and relished.

Thump.

"Ow!" Haruki yelped, clasping her hands to her boob while sitting upright on Jocelyn's chest. "Uncool!"

The ref slapped the mat again. "Two!"