Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Martha Sharp

Jocelyn was only in a position to defend at the moment and as Martha tore her wrst away from her burning crotch she couldn't do much besides take the knee. "Unnngh!" She groaned and lped in pain as her crotch burned. The pain as searing and she leaned against martha, wincing. "Whore..." She muttered, still defiant even as she took the groin shot. She'd ball up her own unheld fist and try slamming it between her and Martha's, attempting to punch Martha's crotch in return.

Their position awkward for the blow, Martha still let out a small pained scream when she was struck. She snarled beastially and tried to repeat her knee as many times as she could manage, trying to use her hands to hold back Jocelyn's hands from stopping her

"Uhhh!" Jocelyn cried out when she was struck again. The pain was sent through her was so intense that she felt like she was going to pass out right then and there. How could this old bitch be this strong? She doesn't even have any technique! She thought. At this point tears were beginning to trickle down her cheeks from the pain but she couldn't give up. In desperation she slammed her head forward to try and headbutt Martha.

"AGH!" Martha cried out as the headbutt cut her off at last, staggering back to lean back against the ring apron. "Tiny bitch... how's she beating me head on when she's just a scrawny little cunt with just a bit of martial arts. She'd gone up against judo instructors and such sometimes, and they went down with a well placed claw or low blow just like anyone.

She'd grunt and try to drag herself back into the ring when she could.

Jocelyn qappreciated martha going back into the ring. She took a few moments to recover herself and climbed into the ring. She wanted to catch her breath again. She stood in a corner away from Martha and glowered daggers intot he cougar. Even though she was missing her painties, it looked like she had gotten the better of the deal considering Martha was fully exposed. She sneered at the older woman. "Ugh... if i knew i actually had to look at those ugly tits of yours I would have thought twice about attacking them." She then grinned. "Na... I'm just upset I didn't really rip them off bitch." She spat.

Martha nearly growled back. "Well I'm just glad I nailed your ugly cunt as hard as I did. At least I spared whatever hideous thing you'd sleep with from having sex with you."

She'd be unsatisfied with just taunted, rushing for her and trying for her hair. It would only be to buy her an extra moment, so she could grab the top of her dress and try to shred it off her body.

Jocelyn saw martha coming in and braced herself. She would pull forward and aim a punch at Martha's gut, just as her hair was pulled. She didn't even bother trying to keep Martha at bay and instead went to shred the lower half of the cougar's remaining clothes. Jocelyn had no bra on and as her dress disintegrated, it left her naked for all to see. For the moment, she didn't even realize it because she was so focused on doing the same to Martha.

Martha growled with a feral triumph as she rendered Jocelyn nude, ignoring that her clothes flew from her body in shreds. It had been designed to come off easily rather than damage her mature, shapely body, which was then bared to the world as well.

With her lead in the stripping though, and so swung her hands up to jam her nails into the underside of her breasts, raking them upward until the points joined in scratching over her nipples and squeezing them quickly after she passed them, gouging and twisting ferociously as she leaned in to try and use her legs to stop Jocelyn's from interfering.

Jocelyn realized, once Martha started to dig her fingers into her tits that she was naked. A deep blush came over her and she winced in pain and struggled desperately to break free from Martha's clutches. "Noooo!" She yelled between screams of pain. She balled har fist and tried to slug it into Martha's head. More than the pain, she just wanted to get away and not be seen by all these people. Her face was a deep crimson even as she struggled.

Martha snarled and raised her arms like an awkward chicken position, using her elbows and forearms to sap most of the power out of Jocelyn's head blows. She'd shift her grip though, pressing her thicker body into hers and trying to ram her into the ropes, leaning with her arm across her throat as her other stayed up to repel her attacks. "Give UP, tiny tits," she hisses ferociously.