Jean vs Juniper

Hm. Well, that was one reason that shoes were good. Junuper still didnt like them, anyway. Something that her mother instilled in her. But for right now, shoes had just saved Juniper from a boston crab.

She got up on her feet after a slight crawl away to make sure that the guy wouldnt try again. She got up on her feet and bounced up. Junipwr turna around to grin again at Jean. "Come on, boy! Let me understand ya!"

She runs at him again, attempting a tackle instead of grabbing at Jean

Jean shrugged his shoulders and gave her a patronizing wink, he'd definitely be mixing in more French now that he knew it could get some kind of rise out of her.

His eyes remained focused on her as she got up and immediately charged at him again. Figuring she was going for the same strategy as last time, he ducked under her arms and tried to slip to the side, only to find instead that she was plowing into him.

Her momentum slammed him to the ring floor with a good deal of force, making the ropes and floor of the ring shake as well. For the moment he was stunned and the breath knocked out of him, needing a few seconds to bounce back.

Ok, now he was starting to get on her nerves. He seemed to disregard her want for him to speak English. Then again, she was in a foreign place, anyway. It was probably a far fetched to ask that anyway.

She got up on her feet and immediately ran at Jean. She was aimjng to ram her nearest shoulder into him to take him down. She would hit, right into him. Juniper takes a few steps to slow down.

She turns around and laughed at him. "How's that, pretty boy?"

Juniper's comment made him laugh a bit, he was rather pretty wasn't he? It was still annoying on some level, but at the very least she had not followed up with another move while he was recovering. He'd need to be more careful next time, a couple more of those and he'd need longer than a few seconds to catch his wind again.

However while she was busy standing around and taunting, Jean was already plotting how to take control of the flow of the match. He pulled himself up and dusted himself off, now that they'd both gotten their shots in, things were bound to get more interesting.

Taking several steps back, Jean put some distance between himself and Juniper. Licking his lips with concentration, he broke into a sprint straight for her. He then jumped, legs outstretched towards her head and neck as he tried to latch them on so he could use the force and the momentum to take her down with a hurricana.

Seeing him get up again, Juniper gets ready for him. She watches him back away a few steps. "Come on, you done already? I'll just take the win then!"

She spoke too soon in that, however. As Jean comes running at her. She makes a small gasp, planting her feet down to the ground. She suspected that he was going for a tackle. Wrong. She was a bit heavy, but Jean was able to lift her off of the ground and throw her around. She crashed on her stomach with a grunt.

Jean felt a rush of excitement course through him when his hurricana went off without a hitch, hurling Juniper into the canvas with a crash. He was quick to start working on his follow-up move, going for Juniper's legs like he had planned before.

Crossing one of Juniper's legs over the other, he hooked them under his arm and started to pull back, securing a variation of a cloverleaf on her. Leaning back, he pulled on her immobilized legs, putting pressure on both her legs and back.

"I'll be the one doing the winning, if you don't mind"

And again, Juniper ended up on the ground. Her legs were strong, but not fast enough to hit Jean again before he grabbed her legs. He was doing something she was not familiar with. "W-Whoa, Frenchie, this aint the time or place for--"

She was cut off with a sharp pain in her back. Her shapely legs shake in his grip. " F-Fuck..."

Jean clicked his teeth in annoyance when she called him Frenchie, if there was one way to get under his skin she had found it. He had been born in the States for crying out loud, but anytime someone heard him speak French that was the annoying go-to nickname.

However as he started to work the hold, it sure shut her up real quick. Wiggling his fingers, he adjusted his grip tighter and leaned back more, increasing the angle on her back and increasing the tingling pain in both leg and back. He could feel her leg muscles tensing and struggling to break free, but he was determined to hold on as long as he could.

"Let me know when you get tired of this hold, I've got a dozen more I'd like to try out" he grinned, reveling in the moment while he was still in control.

" Oooh, did I hit a nerve there? Huh, [i]Frenchie[/i? Juniper heard his slight and probably growing anger. She then felt it un the way that he pulled more in the move. She made a chuckling groan. To show that she was laughing through this pain

" O-Oh? More moves? I'd hate to tap before getting to see them." She says in a sorta patronizing way. "Show me some more..." Juniper attempts to entice him.

Jean 'hmph'ed in annoyance, if she wanted more pain, then more pain is what she would get. This was a submission match after all, you couldn't escape with a pinfall. "Let's see if you're so confident in a few minutes" he muttered under his breath.

He unhooked her legs, letting them flop back the ring floor and instead turned around, planting his knee in the square of her back and pushing down hard to try to keep her down.

Reaching down, he tried to get a hold of her wrists and arms, aiming to pull them back and stretch her out some more.