Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Jocelyn was out as the ref lifted her hand. With her face and nose still covered, she was in a world of blackness. The ref lifted her hand and let i go a second time. It hit with a soft thud and bounced once before the ref did it one last time. Again the hand hit and the ref stood up and signaled for the bell to ring and the match to end.

The crowd mostly cheered but there was a soft murmur at the closure of the match. For the more sadistic lot, they were hoping that the real fun was just getting started.

Allison sneered and snaked her hand behind Jocelyn's head. She pulled her limp body inches off the mat and took a violent, lusty kiss from her before letting her drop. She got to her feet, and stepped on the side of Jocelyn's face as she walked back to her corner to retrieve her vest.

The crowd, sensing the potential disappointment of having their show of dominance and sex come to a close, grew restless. Allison knew it. She put her vest on and left it unbuttoned while she picked up her bikini top. The referee was busy checking Jocelyn, and it took a nudge from Allison's boot to get her up to raise Allison's arm. She put her sneer away and regained her composure, assuming a neutral, polite expression as she buttoned her vest.

As she daintily exited the ring, she found the crowd to be rather unhappy with her, and several fans became vocal about it. Allison turned up her nose and put her hand on her hip.

"Oh, do be quiet, your jealousy is quite unbecoming on people so unimpressive." She said loudly, but without appearing to yell. "I much prefer that you admire me quietly, and from afar. Now, please, the sight of all you unwashed primates is making me ill, and the sound of your primitive language is causing me quite the headache. Shut up."

She took her time making her way back up the ramp, accompanied by a mixture of cheering and boos, weighted heavily toward the boos. She wore a faint, superior smirk, and didn't bother to look at or address the crowd any further. It had been a fine match, and perhaps wine was in order.

Jocelyn came to her senses a few minutes later. Slowly and with much effort. She rolled to her hands and knees and looked wearily around. The audience, most of whom had left to get refreshments between matches, was sparse but those who were there were actually cheering on the poor girl. Though she managed to check off another loss, and was unable to receive any kind of win yet in her tenure at AFW, She always seemed to fight hard and had a spirit that really seemed untamable. Despite being a foul mouthed heel, she came across as an underdog when compared to the strong negative personalities she had matched up against.

She blushed and scrambled dizzily towards her dress and hastily put it on. She secretly took in the cheers and practically crawled down the ramp. Despite the patronizing crowd, Jocelyn felt ashamed... and confused. She licked her lips. There was a taste she barely recognized in her mouth. She was sure it was Allison's though and she touched her heated cheek.

She wanted to see that woman again but it would end up the same. She'd be beaten and humiliated and probably worse. But still... maybe if it was in private... Jocelyn might be able to handle it.