Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Rosie Xu

Now that she was on the ground, Jocelyn raised her arm and tried to force it into Rosie's neck so she could keep the girl painfully pinned while she tried to straddle her. <Chinese last name. Chinese tongue.> She spat in Mandarin. <You've been given a golden gift and you're spitting all over it!>

Jocelyn would try and reach with her free hand to grab hold of the tiny girl's pink locks so she could forcefully wrench her head up, and press her neck deeper into the Chistralian's other arm.

Rosie was not enjoying herself. Not at all. Jocelyn forcing herself down on her body was probably the problem. She coughed and hacked, listening to another set of Mandarin hissing, growling back in response. Who could possibly consider the language their parents speak a gift? Was she some type of punked out traditionalist?

With an arm pushing down on her neck and an arm pulling her up by the hair, Rosie was quickly feeling the pain. This wasn't even close to a fair matchup, this girl was like, twice her size! Working fast, Rosie would grab hold of the arm pushing on her with both hands, and then twisting it sharply. Hopefully, the pain would make Joce let go, or at least loosen up enough to let her neck out before she choked.

While the Chistralian was pretty sure she could muscle Rosie around as much as she liked, with both hands on her arm, the Chistrailain's arm was bent sharply. Jocelyn yelped and pulled her arm away quickly only to snap it back down in the form of an elbow to keep the feisty girl stunned.

But she wasn't going to go back to a choke, the ref had been shouting about the blatant choke anyway so Jocelyn stood up and reached for Rosie's pink locks to try and haul her up as well so she could hurl her Irish whip style into the turnbuckles.

Well, she removed it from her neck at least. The elbow coming back down wasn't what Rosie wanted to compliment this, but didn't get much choice in the matter. Pulled up by her pink hair, Rosie got onto her feet before being sent into the corner, hitting the turnbuckle with her back rather painfully. "Oough!" Rosie wasn't going far from the corner anytime soon.

Jocelyn leered at Rosie when she flung her to the corner. She crouched low and charged at the pink haired conductor. When she was close, she lunged forward, looking to step on the bottom rope to give her height and leverage to drive her knee ferociously into Rosie's face.

Rosie groaned, shaking her head, she knew that Jocelyn was going to do something now, but she was kiiinda not ready. The tattoo'd Australian drove a knee painfully into her face, which immediately sent the back of her pink head into the turnbuckle, hitting it equally painfully, and the impact stopped her from making any decent counter.

Jocelyn felt the satisfying crack of her knee slamming into Rosie's face and slipped off the conductor with grace. She then grabbed the girl's pink locks tightly and pulled their faces close so their foreheads touched.

<Whatever your deal is, you should be lucky to have been touched by the Chinese.> She spat in Mandarin. <I would kick your ass no matter what, but now I need to teach you how superior we really are!>

Jocelyn would then try and use the grip on Rosie's hair to yank her off her feet and slam her down on her neck and back in the middle of the ring.

Rosie hoped this hair tugging wasn't going to be a habit of everyone here. Seriously, there were plenty of perfectly good places to grab. Why did everyone go for the pink? "Ugh... Shut it... I d-don't want to hear it, go back to A-Australia...!" She was hurting in the head, and the pounding made it hard to talk, but she managed a surprising amount of venom into her voice before Jocelyn lifted her tiny frame up.

The slam was hard, and Rosie flopped a few times from the sheer force of it, but still, she tried getting up to her feet. Although with the Australian lunatic so close by, that probably wasn't going to be a simple task.

"What the hell did you say!?" Jocelyn screamed as the tiny conductor bounced away from the slam. Jocelyn lunged at Rosie, pulling back and looking to soccer kick the pinkie in the tit as hard as she could and put her on her back and jam her heel down into Rosie's chest. She needed a good position to lean down and leer at the diminutive girl.

Was everyone here going to be like this?

"I said... g-go back t-to your kangaro- AGHH!" She was almost off the ground when Jocelyn kicked her in her (proportionately sized) tiny chest back down, flopping on her back.

A foot started grinding in her chest, making the pink conductor cry out, grabbing for the foot and trying to twist Jocelyn off of her before the tattooed maniac did even worse.