Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Martha Sharp

Jocelyn saw the kick coming and fell backwards to avoid it. She rolled away and would attempt to roll out of the ring. By now her ribs had eased up and she wasn't quite as sore as she was a few moments earlier. But she still wanted time to think and to recover. How is this skanky bitch able to fight like this? That old fossil should be down and out by now. It's not like she has even done anything special. She's just a bitch who is catfighting!? She thought as she looked up from her place on the outside of the ring.

Martha would scoff as she retreated, pacing the ring like a genuine cougar and raising her hands to the audience in mockery of her foe, pounding her tits with a challenging little slap. "Come on, bitch! I didn't come to fight some preteen skank, but you're not giving me much of a choice."

If she didn't return quickly enough, Martha would give in and follow her out of the ring, though at a distance enough to avoid being tripped or grabbed if she could

Jocelyn growled at Martha's insult. "Tch. I just needed to get somewhere where I wasn't touching all that gross wrinkled skin. It was come out here or vomit." She said grinning up at Martha. Jocelyn watched as Martha climbed out of the ring but instead of going for a trip or grab, she darted towards the cougar in an attempt to spear her against the apron.

Martha crashed into the apron messily with an "NNH!", gruntin in pain as she hit. "Shit," she swore under her breath, grabbing Jocelyn by the hair before she could part and trying to step aside so she could bash her face into the apron in revenge.

Jocelyn was pleased with what she had done but knew she couldn't let up. As she felt the cougar's claws dig into her hair, she went to dig her own fingers into Martha's breasts. She would attempt to engage in a tug of war to keep herself from being slammed intot he apron, pulling on Martha's tits as her own hair was wrenched.

"Ahhh!" Martha cried out as her breasts were clawed, herking back and forth with her hair. The combined efforts finally spilled her tits out of her bra, one then the other baring to the world and Jocelyn's nails. Desperate to protect them quickly, Martha would bring a hand up between them and her and use her grip on Jocelyn's hair to yank her forward into a sudden headbutt.

Jocelyn gleamed wickedly when the cougar's ample chest was displayed before the now loudly cheering crowd. But she was caught off guard by the headbutt. She reeled and would try and pull away if she could, otherwise she would fall to one knee.

Unsatisfied with just one blow, Martha would use her free hand to grab at Jocelyn's crotch, raking her nails over it before trying to rip her panties clean off, at least the fabric ripping into her little cunny if she failed

Jocelyn's eyes widened as the cougar's nails dug into her crotch. Her chinses dress left the cotten panties easily attainable but it was the pan that caused her to reel. "Bitch!"
She shoulted and tried to slam a hard punch into Martha's tit again just to get her to back away so she could nurse her injured crotch which was now only covered by a mere flap, one that could easily be lifted to expose her womanhood. A glint of fear poked through her anger at the thought as she tried to seperate herself from Martha.

"UNNH!" Martha grunted in pain and staggered to one side, holding her swelling sort chest and scowling after the crossbred woman. "That's it! I'm gonna Tear you BALD, skank!"

She'd march up for Jocelyn, her anger stronger than her pain at the moment as she grabbed her wrist, trying to force her hand from her crotch to throw a knee up between her legs.