Nina's Tea Party (for Hawthorne)

Now it was Anna's turn to smirk. Not so hot now, are you, playboy?

"You're welcome... Leon," Nina offered as she slid smoothly into a grappling stance. The chilly waters didn't seem to deter her one bit. Possibly it was her pantyhose. Possibly Nina, like most British aristocrats, were impervious to cold. "Let's begin."

"Start!" Anna ordered.

Nina stayed where she was, opting to let Leon initiate the lock-up. She looked to be enjoying herself already.

Can't win 'em all. Leon didn't want to give Anna the benefit of seeing him squirm, so he merely focused on Nina.

"Alright..." He muttered, mostly trying to get himself going in the chilly waters, "This doesn't bother you at all?" He asked, noticing that the beauty remained unperturbed. Taking another second to glance over her curvaceous form... a sort of condemned man's last chance to get a leer off without appearing untoward, he moved in, aiming to lock up with Nina and quickly throw her to the ground. Of course, he was a little reluctant to get rough with Nina just yet... especially considering how gorgeous she was, so she might be able to outmatch him.

"Not at all," Nina replied with not a single quaver in her gracious tone. She accepted Leon's lock up gracefully, stopped the attempt to throw her with a skilled shift of her legs and spine, using positioning instead of strength to protect herself.

Smiling all the while, she now made to grab Leon's right arm to pull it behind his back for a simple preparatory hammer lock. Despite the resistance offered by the tea they fought in, she moved quite sinuously, just barely slowed, as if she was used to fighting in cold ankle-deep water.

"Whoah..." Leon found Nina gracefully countering his attack and sliding around him, locking his arm in a hammerlock. "You've done this before, haven't you?" Undeterred, he would attempt to hook one of his legs around Nina and try to force his weight back, aiming to trip her and fall down atop her.

"My home has a small lake," Nina revealed. "Some of my matches took place in its waters."

Warned by the swish that Leon's leg made, Nina let herself be tripped, but then twisted herself while pulling on Leon's arm. She intended to reverse their positions so that Leon would fall first, front first, with her on top.

Leon was stunned by that statement... she wrestled back home? What kind of home did she live in? Then he realized the worst end of that revelation, Oh great, that means she's been doing this for goodness knows how long. Great.

Leon felt Nina attempting to reposition herself during the fall and tried to struggle against it, Nina only managing to bring Leon to his side as they fell, his hammerlocked shoulder now pinned beneath him, although she might still have the better of their positions, probably even still maintaining the hammerlock.

Leon would grimace as even more of his body was submerged in the ice cold tea, a little bit even entering his mouth. It didn't taste that bad, but he'd rather not be submerged in it, getting tossed about by a downright gorgeous woman... well... at least not where losing to the beautiful woman ensured that he had no chance of getting any.

Leon's first instinct would be to strike out, but Nina was... not the sort of woman Leon wanted to hit. After a second's hesitation from the rerouting of his priorities and from shaking off the frigidness of the tea while keeping his head above water, he would reach back with his free arm and try to grab one of Nina's arms in hopes of applying a hold or at least gaining some advantage, though he didn't have the best view.

Nina was fairly impressed by Leon's partial counter to her counter. She still had Leon's right arm in the hammerlock, would go for a one-armed sleeper hold across Leon's throat with her left arm soon as circumstances permitted.

Anna caught Leon's brief hesitation, correctly translated it as an aborted temptation to strike. She squatted over Leon. Smiling poisonously, she said, "If you hit Nina in the slightest way, I'll kill you. Do we understand each other?"

"Now, now, Anna," Nina scolded as she went for a sleeper now, beating Leon's grab at her. "He can't help it. Let it slide."

"... fine." The maid's eyes, though, repeated her warning.

Leon scowled at Anna. So much for the purity of the turf... As if that were still in question. Her demeanor definitely making it much easier to consider striking Nina. He glared at Anna, all but challenging Try it.

His enthusiasm for scoring a date with the lovely Ms. Campbell somewhat dampened by the way this match was proving that result unlikely (Of course, he was also somewhat annoyed that he had to spend most of this match facing AWAY from Nina's swimsuit clad form.), Leon decided that he would at least score a moral victory by snarking back, even as he struggled against Nina's sleeper attempt, "Ms. Campbell, would that I were able to employ hired help as talented and fiery as this lovely lass. Your taste is matched only by your beauty..." he grunted. With a sudden start, he would press against the ground with his legs as best he could, aiming to slam his weight against hers and hopefully knock her to the ground, both of them face up but him atop her, hoping now that she had a sleeper hold locked in, she wouldn't be able to slide away so deftly. With any luck, it might even loosen the hold, "Sorry... another cheesy line," He'd grunt, success or failure, "But the oxygen deprivation doesn't help."

You first, Anna glared at Leon. Nina's scolding seemed to have an effect on her, though. While Anna fumed, she didn't seemed quite prepared to kill him, ready though she was.

Nina worked Leon's neck over quite thoroughly using her sleeper-armbar hold. She did listen intently to Leon's latest line, finding him fairly clever- and was proven right when he leapt backwards without warning, taken aback because none of the wrestlers back home ever did such a move, not being strong enough to do so.

She winced as she landed on her back with ice tea splashing everywhere (including on the startled Anna). Leon crashing on top of her flattened her silk-covered breasts beneath the weight of his back. Leon's right arm, which she still held in between her and her opponent/courter, now dug into her bare belly, knocking the breath out of her while still straining Leon's shoulder. Stunned in that regard, her grip on Leon's throat loosened, though not broken completely, applied skillfully as it was.

She refused to grunt, though, the reaction being unladylike. Instead and instinctibely she worked to wrap her shapely, strong legs around Leon in a defensive maneuver to compensate for her lost sleeper hold. Her pantyhose dripped iced tea, would slap against Leon's waist with a fair amount of authority.

Leon quickly gasped as the sleeper hold loosened, using his free arm to buy as much air as he could. He needed it after wasting it bantering with Nina while attempting to denigrate Anna at the same time.

He was somewhat shocked by not getting any vocal reaction from Nina after that slam, assuming that she must be a LOT tougher than she looked to not even grunt. That slam hit his shoulder pretty hard, cushioned only partly by Nina's shapely form. With his free arm, he would attempt to undo the sleeper hold and try to buy him enough distance to free his trapped arm.

Leon's work didn't quite stop, but it did slow noticeably when Nina's shapely legs emerged from the tea. He seemed to stop what he was doing and admire them shortly before they wrapped around him, sending a sharp pain through his waist. Did I just... WATCH her do that? I really, REALLY suck at this. He grunted as she applied the scissors. "D..." He caught himself. Bad form to curse in front of a proper lady. "D-d... Not good." Still trying to gulp down as much air as he could, he worked on freeing his arm and loosening Nina's sleeper hold. If he could free his other arm, he would try to grab Nina's sleeper applying arm and pull on it, trying to sit up as leverage. It wasn't much, but hopefully he could cause this girl some pain in her shoulder. He couldn't devote attention to her scissors while her arms were free... as much as he might like the chance to.