The Great Wall

As Lan turned the corner into the corridor and made her way towards the locker room, she kept her eyes on the floor, glancing up irregularly to make sure she was not going to run into anyone. She didnâ€t really want to talk to anyone right now. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. And she was confused. She had gone into that match to try to connect with Jocelyn, express her feelings to the Chinese-Australian wrestler. Things hadnâ€t gone as planned. She wasnâ€t really sure what her countrywoman thought of her now.

She slipped into the locker room, closing the door quietly behind her. She paused for a second at the entrance. It was quiet inside. It seemed that she was alone. If she was going to be changing, Lan preferred it that way. She made her way down the row to her locker, pulling her tank top up over her head and throwing it inside the little metal box. She sighed, standing there in just her bra and shorts, taking a second pause and to think things over. She was still running through the events of the match in her head, but it was just making her depressed.

Jocelyn hoped that the obvious choice was the correct one. After the match, she had not been able to finish things with Lan. Not that she could in public, but the girl had left while she was dealing with a nuisance. She pushed through the locker rooms and quickly looked around. Her head snapped from one side to the other as she looked down the rows of lockers until she turned and saw Lan standing almost alone. Jocelyn froze and backed out of sight.

She hadn't really thought about what she would say or do. Should she finish the job and kick Lan's ass? Should she talk to her? Jocelyn was a woman of action, not words. Her fists clenched and she stormed towards Lan.

"Oi!" She called out, picking up speed to quickly close the distance. Jocelyn then threw out her hands to slam Lan's back into the locker, fixing her almond eyes on her countrywoman's. There were no other words this time. Jocelyn forced herself forward and pushed her lips against Lan's and plunged her tongue into the girl's mouth. Her hands shook, even gripping Lan's shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed. This kind of reaction was not what she had planned or expected from herself at all!

Lan pulled a red sweater out of her locker. Before she could put it on, she heard footsteps at the end of the aisle. She shivered and held the sweater close to her chest, feeling embarrassed to be seen in just her bra, even if it was by another wrestler. She leaned in to the locker, half hiding herself behind the metal door from whoever was also in the locker room. Then she heard that distinctive yell and the loud patter of approaching footsteps. Lan dropped the sweater and turned to see Jocelyn rushing towards her, fists clenched.

“O-oh…ah!” Lan stammered, at a loss for words. Jocelyn looked angry. The ashen blonde braced herself. She winced and whimpered as her countrywoman slammed her back against the lockers. She stared wide-eyed at Jocelynâ€s face. She didnâ€t know exactly what she was expecting, but she was not expecting a kiss. She made a surprised noise, muffled by their liplock, and her cheeks flushed red. But she didnâ€t pull away from Jocelyn. The blonde girl melted in the other Chinese girlâ€s grip, her knees knocking together, her legs wobbling like wet noodles. She would have fallen to the floor had Jocelyn not been holding her against the lockers. Her hands laid lightly on Jocelynâ€s elbows, and she willingly parted her lips as the darker-haired girlâ€s tongue invaded her mouth.

Jocelyn wasn't sure if Lan was going to resist her or not. From what she had known of Lan so far, she figured the answer was probably ... not. Jocelyn thought, with the kind of luck that she seemed to possess, that NOW would be the time when Lan actually surprised her and grew a backbone. But even if she had, Jocelyn wasn't going to stop at all. One hand moved up and ran her fingers through Lan's ashen hair and clamped her fingers into the locks. Jocelyn's other hand went to Lan's petite bust and squeezed the small nub roughly.

Her tongue pushed deeply, as if staking a claim in Lan's mouth and one thigh pushed between Lan's legs. Jocelyn's nose loudly inhaled and exhaled, softly pelting Lan's face with air as she kissed the girl roughly. Now that Allison wasn't around to watch, Jocelyn was going to take what she wanted. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Lan, but she didn't care right now.

Lan was terrified, and surprised, and happy, and confused, and a thousand other emotions all at once. Her mind was swimming in a sea of uncertainly. She couldnâ€t understand why, after pushing her away again and again and again throughout their match, Jocelyn had all of a sudden had a change of heart. It didnâ€t make sense. Lan was not about to break away from this kiss, though—it was her first kiss, after all! And wasnâ€t this what she had been looking for ever since she and Jocelyn had met? She had said she just wanted to be friends, but that was just because she was too embarrassed to admit the whole truth…even to herself.

And so she was happy to let Jocelyn kiss her for as long as she wanted. The darker-haired girl didnâ€t stop there, however. Lan made a sharp, shocked noise as Jocelynâ€s hand closed around her nipple, teasing the tub through the thin material of her bra. Things were going at a breakneck pace. Lan had been fine with a kiss, but she didnâ€t know if she could go further than that right now…she certainly wanted to, deep down, but she wanted to get to know Jocelyn a little better before giving the Chinese-Australian wrestler her virginity.

“Mnnn,” she moaned plaintively, looking uncomfortably into Jocelynâ€s eyes. She moved her hand down to Jocelynâ€s wrist and pulled at it, trying to separate the Chinese-Australianâ€s fingers from her nipple. She was happy with the kiss, but the fondling was too much for her right now!

Jocelyn was aggressive and almost merciless with her affection. Her thigh pushed between Lan's legs, knowing nothing of the fact that Lan was a neophyte in the ways of love. She wouldn't have been surprised if she knew, but that may not have stopped Jocelyn in this moment. She took it, seized it like it was the only moment she might get. It was quite possible, that was for certain.

Jocelyn had closed her eyes for most of the kiss, wanting to imagine their setting somewhere beyond the backstage locker room of a wrestling organization. It felt a little dirty, even to her, but once again, she felt she had no other choice. When she opened her eyes briefly, she caught Lan's. She cursed inwardly. She wanted to yell at the girl and tell her she should just close her eyes and enjoy it. That she was just a dummy for being worried. Jocelyn would take good care of her.

Jocelyn just shut her eyes. When she felt Lan try and push away her hand from the girl's breast, Jocelyn let go and then smacked Lan's hand away. She growled in the kiss like a dog protecting a piece of meat and then used her fingers to push the bra over Lan's bud, exposing flesh and nipple. She then pressed her palm flat against Lan's whole breast and squeezed. She then tried to pry Lan's legs open with her thigh and wedge her leg between Lan's fully, still not breaking the kiss as her tongue bullied Lan's around the inside of the Chinese girl's mouth, much the same way Jocelyn did with the rest of the girl's body.

Jocelyn wouldnâ€t stop. She gave Lan an intense look, leaving the blonde Chinese girl at a complete loss for what to do. She still made no effort to break the kiss, though she would wiggle the rest of her body uncomfortably, letting out a squeal into Jocelynâ€s mouth as the Chinese-Australian girl pulled her bra up and gave her somewhat small breast a squeeze. She kept staring into Jocelynâ€s eyes, imploring the darker-haired girl to stop, but it was of no use, as Jocelyn would just keep going, and even slid a thigh in between Lanâ€s legs. By this point, if Jocelyn wasnâ€t holding her up, Lan would have been a puddle on the floor. She had never even been kissed before, and now, she was about to be taken by the girl she secretly admired…

Lan grabbed onto Jocelynâ€s wrist again and tried to pull her hand away. At the same time, she sank back against the lockers, as if trying to phase through them. Her struggles were only half-hearted, however. She wondered if maybe she should just submit to Jocelyn completely…this was what she wanted, after all. She just hadnâ€t wanted it all to happen so soon…but maybe wishing for a real relationship first had just been too idealistic…

From outside the locker rooms in a long narrow hall way, [url=http://citysole.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/wmnsaf1high1.jpg:fdquf0yv]a pair of white Air Force One high-top sneakers[/url:fdquf0yv]would clap against the cement floor with each quick step she took. She had been lurking backstage for a while, having rushed here the moment she heard Jocelyn was going to be wrestling tonight. Exposed and out in the open. It wasn't in Bonnie Gastin's nature to just creep like this, but with a brace on her battered knee thanks to that woman with the hot pink hair, courtesy of Allison, she was throwing her honor and principles out the door. It was war now. And there would be no room for mistakes.

Wearing a white tank top, skinny jeans and her sneakers, Bonnie bore two eyes filled with fury. Jocelyn had helped torture her, she humiliated her and hurt her lover. Bonnie was just pissed off and eager to get even. She felt she didn't have a choice in the matter, it was now or never. She was going full time Friction just for this bitch and Allison. All alone if she had to.

Bonnie lurched her way into the rooms with an awkward step, the rattling of her knee brace able to be clearly heard with each step.

*Chnk... Chnk... Chnk...*

She felt like death itself creeping into the locker rooms, having seen Jocelyn go inside after that chinese girl. Bonnie felt a little bad not helping Mercy out with Lilly, but she took care of herself... And Bonnie was starting to get fed up doing favors. This was what she wanted and she was going to get it. She deserved to be selfish for once.

Inside, Bonnie saw Jocelyn making out with that same girl she was fighting earlier, Bonnie sneered, she wondered if Jocelyn would feel anything if the texan slammed that girl's head into the floor like she had done Duffy. Either way, Yi Lan was probably lucky Bonnie had a conscience.

The Texan girl started to scramble forth, walking fast with purpose as she went for Jocelyn, creeping up behind her, trying to reach out, snag the bitch by the back of her hair, yank her back so she was facing Bonnie and her raised fist at angle before, in one seamless motion, Bonnie launched out her fist, trying to slam her knuckles right into Jocelyn's mouth with a stiff, straight right hand.

Jocelyn was far too engrossed in her business to notice Bonnie approaching. As her fingers pressed further into Lan's soft breast and she continued to kiss her fellow countrywoman, all her thoughts were focused on doing this as fast as possible. It might be her only chance. She struggled against Lan's weak attempt to force her hand away. She released the girl's hair with her other hand and trailed it down her body, threatening to tug her pants down until she felt her hair stiffly grabbed.

Jocelyn howled as she was pried apart from Lan forcibly. At first, she thought Lan might be getting into it with a hair tug of her own, but when their lips were pulled apart and Jocelyn was forced to turn around, she caught sight of Bonnie and her eyes widened. "Wh-"

it was all Jocelyn could get out before the fist was buried into her chin. Jocelyn fell backwards against Lan, reeling and dazed from the surprise punch.

Lan caught sight of Bonnie out of the corner of her eye. At first, Lan thought that the girl was just passing by, and she blushed a brighter red at the thought of having been seen in such a compromising situation in a public place. Lan stiffened up, petrified at the thought that she was half-naked in front of a complete stranger. But then, the girl came marching down the aisle, quickly closing the distance between herself and the two kissing girls. Lan broke the eye contact she had with Jocelyn and let her eyeballs roll to the side, tracking the motion of the newcomer, trying to figure out what she was going to do.

Her eyes widened as her countrywomanâ€s dark hair was grabbed and she was turned around, just in time to receive a sucker punch right in the kisser. The ash-blonde Chinese girl squeaked in surprise and discomfort as Jocelyn then fell backwards against her. “A-a…ah…a-are you o-okay…?” Lan stuttered, her hands slowly sliding up to Jocelynâ€s shoulders, resting on them almost protectively. Lanâ€s gaze then turned to Jocelynâ€s attacker.

“P-please, uh…donâ€t, just…j-just wait, I…she…” Lan attempted meekly, the words spilling out of her mouth in a confused order as she looked at Bonnie.