Fun 101. Leon La Rouge vs Irene Inger

"My hair? Non madam Irene, anything but that!" Leon said in a fake scared voice, maybe he'd give her that. If she was lucky and behaved herself later of course.

Leon was rather surprised by how good his bodyscissors attempt was going, but then he chalked it up to his savate training. And the fact that he still wasn't used to submissions, not when the attacks he used to watch out for were high flying kicks and punches.

That said, even though he still had this hold on her Irene was still not giving in. The close proximity of the pair meant that Leon couldn't avoid her attempt to slam him to the mat. It earned a loud groan of pain from the sneering joker, but he was still intent on trying to keep his legs around Irene as best he could. Although if she tried something else it could end up freeing her from his grip.

"N-No fun in that." Leon muttered.

“Don't gripe to me about fun, pretty boy,” Irene hissed in between her breaths, short and labored thanks to the squeeze on her abdomen. She was frustrated that he had managed to keep his grip so tight after she had slammed him into the mat. She might have been able to coax her way out of it with a little more struggle, but Irene was getting worn down faster than she could wear down Leon. The girl dropped to a knee, visibly pained by the pressure on her body. She kept struggling, attempting to pry his legs apart with her arms, but it wouldn't be enough to free her from the hold, unless she softened him up by punching him in the balls or something.

Wait, why wasn't she doing that?

“Sorry, with that flowing golden hair and those feminine features, I temporarily forgot you were male,” Irene said as she balled one of her hands into a fist and aimed it between his legs. It was a light punch, as she didn't want to be cruel with her foul play, but it was still what most people would consider a dirty move. The last time she had pulled one of these in a match, it had managed to greatly upset her opponent, and this time her attack was even more blatant than before. Not to mention that, if she still lost the fight, he would have the rest of the day to concoct ways to get revenge on her. Ah well, that was part of the fun, so she would just have to deal with it as it came.

Leon was keeping a small smile up, even if it was contorted somewhat by the pain that was shooting up through him. He knew that if he could keep this up it might only be a matter of time before the science girl folded, the fact that she was showing visible effects of the bodyscissors further bolstered the Frenchman's morale.

Upon hearing Irene's second comment though Leon was about to prepare a witty retort about his feminine looks, when he suddenly felt a swift shot to his nuts. Mr La Rouge's eyes rolled up into his head, the tightness around Irene's waist would go as Leon moved his body to the side to clench his hurt manhood.

"...t-that's a foul, call it...ain't into ballbusting..." Leon panted out, trying to lessen the pain as best he could. Although he was stunned for the time being at least.

Irene breathed a sigh of relief as Leon's legs loosened their grip enough for her to pry them off. The girl was a little sad to see the joker temporarily deprived of his fun-loving attitude, but was otherwise unashamed of her shenanigans. She would give Leon a moment to himself as she tended to her bruised midsection, but in a matter of seconds she went back on the attack, making a grab at his left leg. If she could get it, Irene would wind her legs around his and fall to the floor, trapping him in a figure four leg lock. She was skeptical of her ability to gain a submission from Leon's best trained body part, but she was eager to make his savate training less useful.

“Aww, I'm sorry, lover,” Irene cooed as she tried to twist his legs into position, “but your crotch was right there in front of me, and my arms were free.”

It wasn't the first time Leon had been whacked in the nuts, being a bit of a prankster meant that some people weren't always amused. And he mused on the idea of sticking a cup down there, in future. As a failsafe of course, then he could just laugh at their attempts before striking back.

Irene now had the advantage, and was cinching Leon into a figure 4 leg lock. Again the Frenchman really didn't like submissions, and the science girl was targeting Leon's main thing. His toned legs, concealed under his blood red trousers and white sneakers.

"Heh, wish you did something else. Ngh!" Leon muttered out in response, trying to place a smirk on his lips despite the pain. It was quite serious though, and the Frenchman knew the longer he was placed in this hold the worse his chances would be. With that in mind Leon tried to bring his upper body, and try to start punching Irene's legs.

“Something else? Is that some lurid reference to sex acts?” Irene asked with a frown on her face as she tensed her legs to mash Leon's painfully against them. She was excited to have him in such an effective submission hold, although it had taken her uncomfortably long to get one locked in. Before she took another match, it might be a good idea for her to practice her craft some more.

Despite the predicament he was in, Leon managed to lift his upper body into a sitting position, and brought his fists down on her legs to weaken the hold she had on him. “Ahh, damn,” Irene grimaced as his punches bruised her legs. The boy didn't have enough leverage to inflict the damage necessary to make her retreat, but it definitely hurt. Angered, Irene growled menacingly and flexed her legs to send a punishing jolt of pain down Leon's lower body.

Leon was trying to get out of this, the sneering joker knew that the longer he spent in this hold the worse his legs would be. And those limbs were his main weapon, if Leon's main forte was null then he knew he'd be in trouble. And that wouldn't be fun, not at all!

The Frenchman let out a loud yelp of pain as Irene worked on his legs, sending pain through his limbs like an electric current. Leon seethed out his teeth, and ran a hand through his beautiful blonde hair. He then balled a hand into a fist and slammed on the canvas, not to show he was submitting but rather out of pain.

But then Leon had an idea, it was risky but what else was there? Mr La Rouge moved his upper body up as best he could, but not to start his own attacks. But rather to try and then rotate his body around, so his belly was now on the mat. This would reverse the hold and most likely force the science girl to let go of the hold.

Irene snarled as she worked Leon over, but the science girl felt some pressure on her own legs as Leon started twisting his body to the side, attempting to flip them over. She knew that meant bad things for her and torqued her body in the opposite direction, but Leon was determined and willing to put himself through some short term pain to get out of her hold. It took more than a few seconds for him to win her over, but eventually Irene wobbled in place and flipped over along with him, flopping on her stomach. With her knees being pressed painfully into the canvas and her ability to work the hold gone, Irene had no choice but to release it. She sighed deeply and pulled her legs out of the exchange, crawling forward onto her hands and knees so that she could start standing up again. Leon would still be in pain from what she had been doing to him thus far, so maybe she could go back on the offensive before him.

Leon was gambling here, it was a battle of wills. Whoever held out till the other gave up was the winner, simple as that. Either that or a good and powerful strike, although Leon wasn't going to be doing any of that right away.

As good as his legs were they had been worn down a bit by that figure 4 leglock. They were his main weapons after all, although he could still punch his way out to victory. It just didn't feel as stylish as it would be with say a cartwheel into an axe kick, now that would be something. Leon still hadn't done that yet.

The Frenchman did his best to get back up as quick as he could, panting a little from all the stuff that happened thus far. He was trying to be as light as possible with his legs, so Irene would most likely get up to a complete vertical base first. But Leon was a joker, and there was always two jokers in the deck.....

Irene staggered up to her feet and turned to look at her golden-haired antagonist. He was clearly in pain even if her submission hadn't done as much damage as she'd hoped, and the girl moved back in to interrupt his recovery. Circling around the Frenchman, Irene tried to move in from behind and grab his hair with one hand, pulling his head back into an inverted headlock in an attempt to set him up for another takedown. She was assuming that he didn't have the energy to counter her maneuver, but she would be in for a rude awakening if she turned out to be wrong.