Leon La Rouge vs Tanya Harris - Wild tricks

Rules: Win via KO
Location: In a special location that contains a ring inside a sauna as well as other rooms that are at freezer temperature.
Stipulations: Loser becomes a POW



Leon had been a man that would do anything to kill his boredom, Tension had been the idea to try and do that. But the well was seemingly dried up, no matches from anyone. Even just a chance to test his savate skills against someone, even his Sis Xiao La Rouge had no real chances lately. Still Leon enjoyed the chance to parkour the buildings of Tokyo and Kyoto, being chased by the cops at least three times for trespassing. But of course the police with their donuts stood no chance to catch the sneering joker, who cursed them in French as he ran.

After coming back from a parkour run in Kyoto Leon checked his email to find out a match had been booked for him, due the next day. It just gave him the location and the rules, the Frenchman lifted an eyebrow. No information about an opponent at all. But it all sounded fun! Leon didn't need any other encouragement, a quick trip to the place next day was the order of the day. It was a sort of out of the way place, near the Kyoto city limits with not a lot of places about. Leon wasn't worried in the least, he was a prolific savate user and won tournaments.

Mr La Rouge wore his usual attire, to many he'd likely look like a girl with his near platinum blonde hair and dainty features. Supported by his extremely lithe frame as well. Leon would test the door, it opened up to a plain looking hallway. Leon frowned, no one about. This looked like it could do with a new lick of paint to be sure, first impressions after all.

Was this a prank? Leon could take the joke but he'd like to know who dun it. Still he pressed on, as he made to open the door Leon could feel the heat from the next room. Kicking his shoes and taking his gloves and socks off to better stay cool Leon opened the door to reveal a room that looked like a wrestling ring in a sauna, Leon smiled as he walked in. Feeling the damp floor under his bare feet, another door nearby revealed to be the opposite. Like a walk in fridge, less enticing but still interesting. Leon saw another door but figured not to kill another surprise, if they had two rooms like this the third was surely a step up.

Leon would slide into the ring and stand at the corner facing the room, he didn't know if anyone was gonna show up. But then again he was fine with chilling in a sauna at any rate.....

As she got out of the shower, Tanya heard her phone buzzing, in the other room. Without even bothering to put a towel on, she rapidly walked towards the ample living room of her new Kyoto penhouse. She rapidly unlocked her phone, and went straight to her new email.

They finally answered!, she tought, as she almost instantly sent her confirmation for the match. Almost a week passed since she sent her first email to Tension's GM, and she was starting to lose hope in an answer. Sure, she kept herself busy, it turns out that Kyoto's underground fighting scene is decent, but AFW was on a whole other level.

She rapidly got dressed, and called a cab to get to the match location. She had no idea of what kind of opponent she would find, and that made her even more excited.

A QR code on her phone unlocked the building's side door, letting her into a tiny locker room. She left her gym bag and phone there, and walked inside the arena, wearing her usual "fight wear": a yellow, super tight camisole, that left very little to the imagination, a pair of knee-cut leggins, running shoes and a green shirt on top of the camisole. As she entered the room, she instantly felt the huge temperature difference, so she rapidly pulled off her shirt, throwing it on the side.

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Looking at the other side of the room, she saw her opponent standing inside the ring. As she crawled under the bottom rope, she sayed "Damn, you're a cute girl. This will be way better than i tought". Then, she started stretching a bit, without ever dropping eye contact with her foe.

Leon was wondering if anyone was gonna show up to this place, Tension must have owned it. Was he being filmed? Leon cast his gaze around the place, probably some hidden cameras round the place. No matter, Leon knew he was fabulous and would often have it be known. Indeed many a man and ever some women expressed annoyance at Mr La Rouge's appearance. Leon twirled a strand of his hair idly, that is until he heard footsteps among the humidness of the current room. Was it the person who set up this little event? Leon would stand upright to get a better look from his perch, noting the slickness of the ropes already. Better keep the high flying here to a minimum, the ropes would be too much of an issue if he tried to leap at his opponent.

And in walked......a woman, very much a woman. Even from there Leon could tell she was tall, compared to the lithe Frenchman. Dressed in a very confident attire, she had kept her footwear on. But then again the woman was revealing more skin to keep herself cooler, Leon however preferred to keep the tips of the body out. Still she looked like a very lethal woman, with the aforementioned confidence to back it up. Mr La Rouge preferred to stay silent, even nonchalant as he checked his fingernails. But a fair sheen of sweat was already starting to form on his pristine features.

She entered the ring and commented on Leon's appearance, the old trick worked again. Leon was often times mistaken for a girl with his looks, hell if you had it flaunt it. Something that his opponent would likely agree with. In response Leon let out a little chuckle followed with "Oui, thank you for the compliment madame. I am La Rouge, I hope to entertain you. May I inquire as to your name?" Leon said this in a lighter pitched tone of voice. Let her think it was the case so that Leon could try and figure her out.

With a height and build like that Leon reckoned she must have been naturally built, a head on assault would be ill advised at this state. There was no official here, but the French jokester knew the rules and likely she did too. After making a pretend ding ding noise and gesture Leon would take a few steps forward, already entering into his savate martial art stance as he did. He could at least reveal one card out of his hand.

As she stopped warming up, Tanya removed her shoes, tossing them outside the ring, remaining barefoot to better move on the humid and moist ground. She never broke eye contact with her opponent, and a mischevious smile appeared on her face as Leon started talking.

"Damn, you're one fancy gal. Is that a French accent?" She asked, while taking a big step forward towards the girlish boy. "Oh, by the way, I'm Tanya, nice to meet you!" As she said the last phrase, the big woman raised her fist in the air, ready to aim an incredibly powerful right hook towards her opponent's face, without really caring about the fighting stance that he arleady took.

Leon noted that was a woman who was aware of who she was and flaunted it. A very strong looking MILF that was to the point, enticing to certainly say the least. La Rouge noted her curvaceous figure and very ample bust, they likely as the distance neared between the two were close to his head. Was Leon afraid of being smaller than his foe? Not in the least, in fact it had its own advantages. Leon licked his lips in anticipation, thoughts of how to go about this ran through his broad mind. Perhaps he could get naughty, but for now Mr La Rouge was intent on focusing on the wild looking woman and perhaps see her approach.

Winking at the woman's remarks about his heritage and muttered "Half French and Chinese~" she revealed her name as Tanya, shortly after she went for a strike. Leon however was prepared for this little instance, after all Leon was a trained martial artist and had handled a punch from those similar in height and build to Tanya before. Despite the humid temperature of the room combined with the fogging from the steaminess of the sauna somewhat making an odd environment to battle in Leon was prepared.

He would move to the left in response, so that the attack would be dodged clean by the lithe frame of the Frenchman. Leon would try to deliver a couple of strikes towards the wild looking older woman, both with his right leg. The first aimed at her left leg and the other towards Tanya's midriff, more so that Leon could test if her tough looking exterior was for show. Leon was already smiling as he wondered how this event would go, the end goal was to get this woman to go to sleep. But how seemed to be entirely up in the steam ridden air at the moment.

Tanya's smile rapidly became a disappointed frown, as her fist rapidly reached the position where Leon's head was until a fraction of a second ago, hitting nothing but hot, steamy, foggy air.

She took a few moments to realize that she missed, and she tried to raise her guard, not without her usual lack of speed. She barely noticed her opponent's leg rapidly travelling towards her left tight. As the foot connected, a red mark appeared on her white skin, but managed to stand still, despite shaking a bit and groaning loudly.

The second strike was not as unexpected: as she saw the frenchman raising his leg again, she prepared to grab his leg with her left arm, ready to pull it hard if she succeded, hoping to use a combination of her brute strenght and the slipperyness of the floor to make him fall down, back first.

Leon was confident in his striking ability, many a sod was left crumpled by the time La Rouge was complete with them. Tanya was similar in height to them too, so for the pretty boy it was nothing he hadn't done before. At least in his mind, he danced past his opponent's strike and delivered one of his own. Leon was strong in terms of his lower body thanks to his parkour background so he was ready to teach Tanya his ways, smiling as the sweat started to already coat his skin. He struck Tanya, but it garnered a less than stellar reaction at least to Leon. Still Tanya's reaction was evident that she had felt the hard and stinging strike to her bare leg from Mr La Rouge.

Deciding to attempt another one and see if he could gain more of an effect Leon went for it, but only to find that Tanya was this time catching onto him. Quite literally even, with Tanya's arm catching the leg of the Frenchman. Normally Leon would attempt a counter, but the humid weather combined with the dampness of the ring floor meant Leon was unable to muster a solid counter in time. As Tanya's amazonian strength in conjunction with the latter aforementioned thing led to Leon hitting the mat with a hard thud.

This wasn't good, Leon was now stuck down at the feet of Tanya. Who looked ever bigger from down there, Leon would probably be able to see her face above her bust though. Leon was taken aback by the sudden counter and realised his situation, but the soggy ring mat combined with that of his clothes was leading him to feel a bit sluggish. Which no doubt could lead to Tanya getting a chance to try whatever she liked on her little fallen opponent.

Tanya showed most of her perfectly white teeth as a sadistic grin formed on her face, when her opponent fell on his back. While still holding his leg with her left arm, she charged her right foot, saying "Let's have some fun honey" before aiming a huge kick right towards Leon's crotch, while pulling him from his leg towards her to do even more damage. The impact confused her a bit, as she felt something meaty under her opponent pants, since the amazon did stil thin that he was a girl "Are you hiding something, princess?".

But, despite the doubt on her opponent's gender, Tanya wasted no time, releasing his leg to take a step forwards, standing above his downed body, and ready to do a butt-drop on his chest. If she succeded, she would than start to aim a barrage of punches towards the frenchman's face, following her usual ground 'n pound style.

Leon knew he was in a very tricky spot right now, his larger opponent was able to bring him down to the ground where he was essentially a free target. His earlier mobility having been removed in this current situation, Tanya's grin and suggestive words were at odds with she would likely have in store for the pretty boy. Case in point, she immediately went for a groin kick attack. Leon had been caught entirely flat footed that he couldn't even move his hands in time. La Rouge's eyes widened and he let out a very loud yelp of pain, it wasn't the first time he'd been kicked there. It was a gesture of rejection in one interpretation after all, but to Tanya it would likely be anything but. She made a comment about what lurked down below between Leon's legs, but Leon's trousers were rather baggy. A feature he often employed. Leon was trying to muster a breath so that he could retort to Tanya, but it was lost right now.

Tanya struck Leon as one who had no mercy from her swagger and recently inflicted strike. Indeed his amazonian foe would simply walk forwards and plant her wide ass square onto the thin chest of the Frenchman, who thankfully managed to have one arm free before her body could make it harder to bring them to bare. The air was taken out of Leon's sails, he could at least enjoy the view of having this admittedly sexy woman on top of him. But only briefly before she started to ground and pound towards Leon, smacking him right in the kisser and his pretty boy looks.

"Agh! Damn!" Leon grunted out as best he could with Tanya sitting atop him, this wasn't good. He'd gone from dancing circles around her to suddenly being brought down low and getting crushed. Leon was tougher than he looked, but damn Tanya could hit like hell. Attempting to try some form of counter Leon would try to use his free hand to grab hold of Tanya's left breast and squeeze it as hard as he could. If she went for him down low it was only natural to try and cop a really hard feel up top. But Tanya was certainly putting Leon in the ringer right now......

Tanya slightly gasped as the frenchman grabbed a handful of her massive left tit, but she did not seem surprise at all. Instead, her smile widened, as she said "oh, someone likes soft stuff!" Then, she raised her right fist, ready to slam it on Leon's face, adding "but you have to be the rougher princess, I barely felt it!", while she aimed another face punch.

If she managed to daze him enough, she would then try to grab him by the hair, yanking hard to pull him up, ready to take him for a ride towards the nearest turnbuckle