Jean vs Juniper

He seemed to give up on getting out. She didnt take this as a submission, as she had not put him in one yet. He could say all he wanted, she didnt care. "Heh, sure. Tell that to your red face and thw audiance around us..."

The two were close enough that only those that could read lips could know what they were saying. "You think I care if you dont get flustered? IM on top, rught now." Juniper reaches back to set up for that matchbook pin. But, she had to let go 9f his wrists to do so.

Jean wanted to say something witty back to her, to let her know that she wasn't winning despite their positions, but he couldn't manage to come up with anything. He let out a grunt of frustration instead.

".....now being the pertinent term" Jean growled back at her. He could feel her shifting her weight on his chest as she started to lean up and back, most likely going for his legs in his vulnerable position. But in order for her to do that, she would have to....

Aha! There it was! Juniper let go of his wrists to try going for his legs. He didn't know what kind of move she was going for, and he also didn't want to find out. Jean summoned his strength and sat up as best he could while reaching up with his arms, trying to shove Juniper backwards. He hoped her leaning back and his shove would be enough to unseat her, otherwise he'd be prone to whatever she was planning.

Juniper smirks at Jean as she lets his arms go to lean back. She didnt account for him to get some courage to sit up and reach for her! She turns her head too late back to him and gets two open hands shoved into her chest.

"Ahh!" She lightly yelped. Juniper's back falls onto Jean's legs. "What kind of fight are you gearing this towards? !" Juniper asks, faking a shocked voice.

Jean rolled his eyes at Juniper when she showed concern, those Americans could be so prude; it wasn't as if he was feeling her up.

Jean spread his legs apart slightly so that Juniper fell between them. Now she was completely off of him, and he could move again. Jean scooted himself backwards and to the side, and then locked his ankles together so that he caught Juniper's torso between his thighs.

Jean lifted himself up on his elbows and began to simultaneously turn his body and squeeze his legs together, putting crushing pressure on Juniper with a bodyscissors. It wasn't really in his normal arsenal of tricks, but if he could squeeze some breath from her and leave her winded, it would make set up for a more powerful submission easier.

"Oof!" She lightly grunted when her bottom hit the canvas. She had fallen only a couple of inches, but it still stung her bottom a bit. She, just as he did, back up by scooting across the floor. She stands back up. Or, at least, she tries to stand back up. Juniper was stopped when she felt his feet behing her back.

Suddenly, she was turned. Forced to be on her stomach and get caught right up in a body scissor. "A-Augh...Never seen a guy using this move...." She admits, giving a slight and pained chuckle to Jean after. Her hands were flat on the canvas, and her legs bent back.

"There's a first time for everything" Jean grunted as he squeezed his legs harder. It was true that this move was a bit unorthodox for male wrestlers, but if it was effective, why not make use of it? He certainly wasn't worried about what anyone would say, years in the media numbed him to only the harshest criticisms.

For a moment he let up on the scissors, but only so that he could slam his legs together and keep going. He found himself at somewhat of an impasse however, he wasn't sure how to proceed. While it was probably irritating, he doubted this move was going to win him the match. He also didn't know any moves he could transition to either, without first letting go and releasing Juniper.

Clicking his tongue, Jean had a sudden burst of inspiration. He sat up and tried reaching for Juniper's leg, if he could manage to get ahold of that, perhaps he could work some kind of makeshift bow and arrow.

Juniper groans more and more while Jean's legs slowly begin to crush her lower rib section. She cries out and pounds closed fists on the canvas. "D-Danm..." She had to get out. Juniper takes a chance when he opened his legs up for a second.

She moves her body over, down towards his ankles. Juniper felt her leg being grabbed. "AHHH!!" She screams. Working through the horrible pain, she leans her head forward and attempted to bite on his feet. Anywhere on it

Jean managed to get ahold of the back of Juniper's ankle, pulling it towards his chest to start bending her back while the scissors kept working their magic. It seemed to be an effective strategy, judging from the way Juniper was screaming.

But she wouldn't be the only one screaming for long. He suddenly became acutely aware of a painful sensation he didn't quite recognize in his foot.

"Ahh, oww, oww, what the fuck? Who the hell bites someone, crazy chienne!" he cursed, thrashing his foot to try to get Juniper's teeth away from him. He lost all train of thought as he let go of her leg and the scissor hold, trying to push off of her with his non-bitten foot to get away.

Feeling herself being released, Juniper curls her body up to wrap it around Jean's leg. To section it off as she bit down on the side of his foot. Once she was secure, Juniper moved her bite to the ball of his foot and bites harder. Her hands hold his foot, one if her hands twisting his toes.

They were about in the middle of the ring, as he had kept her her prior so she couldn't escape.

Try as he might to shake Juniper off, she coiled around his leg and continued to bite him like some savage animal. How was this even legal? Jean continued to make pained noises and gasps while she bit harder and started twisting his toes in directions he was sure they weren't supposed to go. It hurt like crazy in a way so aggravating he didn't think it possible, but no way was he going to submit and be humiliated with a loss to that kind of move.

Jean looked around but they were too far to reach for a rope break. She had a pretty good grip on his foot as well, it wasn't going to come free without her letting go.

Fine.

If she wanted to play dirty, then so would he. With one eye shut and wincing in pain, Jean placed his free foot on her shoulder. One hand grabbed a fistful of hair and the other stuck to her forehead as he began to simultaneously push her shoulder and forehead away while he pulled the fistful of hair. It certainly wasn't the most respectable move he could have used, but if he could live with himself after, did it matter?