Handcuffs: Youth Vs. Experience! Diao-chan Vs. Lynette

Handcuffs Match
Winning conditions: Opponent must have both hands cuffed together

The crowd settled to a hush as the lights dimmed to prepare for the next bout. Up next were a couple of wrestlers who had made it past their rookie bouts but were still fairly new to the AFW. A clash of generations, the older and more experienced Diao-chan, who once managed the current AFW champion Kirin Sumomo vs. the French upstart Lynette. The as the initial guitars of the rock epic 'rose of pain' began to blair through the audience, the crescendo signalled the older woman as she hopped otu from backstage. She gave a wavve to the crowd, twirling her bamboo umbrella in her shoulder and pushing up her wide glasses.

She was glad in a pair of wrestling bodies that left none of her still alluring legs to the imagination and a cute sailor's top that defied her age. She blew a kiss to the audience and climbed intot he ring before doing stretches. After handing her umbrella off tot he ref, she let out a deep sigh. "This entrance always gets me pumped. Makes me feel like a kid again but I know after the match I'll be cursing my foolishness." Bouncing up and down on the balls of her heels, she looked at the pairs of handcuffs that were in each corner. There would only be one way to end this match. She grinned at the thought. "Naughty Junko. Thinking about what you might do to that girl if you get her in cuffs. You're such a cougar..."

Slowly, every one of the shining installations above the arena flickered and shifted into a deep blue, bathing the crowds in a dark marine color even as they cheered for the entrance of the next competitor. Eerily melodious vocals drifted over the arena speakers, and the ominous strummings of a guitar soon followed, as "The Sweetest Chill" played to herald the coming of Lynette de Villiers, the thus-far undefeated french aristocrat!

As many spotlights as possible zeroed in on her regal form as it stood at the top of the ramp, flawlessly posed in perfect posture as she surveyed the arena as if it were her personal domain. A haughty little smirk caressed those lips, and she began strutting her way towards the ring. She wore her favored wrestling attire: skin-tight blue leggings and a matching blue strapless bustier, both trimmed stylishly with red and white. Her outfit showed off her assets without shamelessly flaunting them, just enough to likely make the dreamers in the crowd drool while still displaying miles and miles of class. And, of course, tucked beneath her arm, was a slim black riding crop, her favorite to-the-ring accessory.

Her swagger was impossible to ignore; she barely acknowledged the crowd, aside from a few intense glances over the masses, content enough to feel their attentions eagerly wash over her.

As she stepped precisely up the corner steps, she eased in through the ropes with a practiced grace, and cast those beautiful sea-blue eyes over her opponent. She hadn't believed them when they'd told her that her next opponent was well into her 40s, but here Junko stood, looking impressively fit for her age. Lynette knew better than to underestimate a person whom had that much experience under her belt, but how could she possible lose to someone old enough to be her mother? Besides, locking her opponent up served as a delightful specialty to the french girl, both figuratively and literally.

Turning up her chin and arching an eyebrow unimpressedly to the woman, she lifted the back of her hand to her mouth and laughed a conceited little laugh into it.

"Ooh la la...so it is true. You do not look your age. I will make your defeat as swift and comfortable as possible, madam." Lynette's words dripped with a notable accent, her tonations sweeter than expensive chocolate and just as arrogant. That last word in particular ached with condescension as she subtly commented on the woman's age. Handing her crop to the referee in the same fashion Junko had done with her umbrella, Lynette eased into a mocking little bow, and then stood, prepared to get things underway.

"hmm." Junko said as she adjusted her glasses when the smug frenchwoman sauntered haughtily down the ring. "She's certainly delicious but..." She then sighed as watched Lynette climbed into the ring. "But she seems like a brat..." She muttered. Despite her being wary of Lynette the milf still gave a cheerful smile when their eyes met.

As Lynette spoke, Junko's eye brow twitched ever so slightly but she tilted her head and smiled brighter than before. "How polite." The last word was obviously strained but she kept her compusure. "But can't you go at least a little easy on me? These tired old bones aren't fit for the ring anymore. Heavens, I don't even know why I keep letting them wrangle me into these matches." Junko then beamed brightly. 'Oh yeah! The chance to teach brats like you a lesson really makes me feel like a kid again." Junko then brought her hand away to wipe away a fake ear. "I remember when my boys were still young enought o be spanked by their mother." Junko then blushed. "Oh my! How rude of me going on like that!" Junko bowed and marched forward, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, misss....?" She narrowed her eyes slightly to indicate that Lynette should have introduced herself first, being the junior of the two.

"Ahhh, Well my name's Diao-chan." She then put the back of her hand against her cheek and leaned forward, whispering. "That's my ring name." She then leaned back and grinned. "Good luck~<3" She then said with a bright smile as she awaited any more words from Lynette and/or the bell.

Lynette's perfect, thin eyebrows arched as the other woman greeted her, curiously amused that her bow was greeted with another. Unusual, outside of her familiars, anyway, especially before a match. However, it was the accusation that she was a 'brat' that really made the french girl bristle. With a offended air, Lynette released a little 'hmph!" and looked down her nose at the older woman, even as she extended a hand in a more casual greeting. The leggy debutante pursed her lips as she ignored the welcome gesture, and crossed her arms snugly beneath her breasts, as if the very notion of shaking hands, now, was beneath her.

"I am Lynette de Villiers. It will be a pleasure beating you into chained submission, elder Diao-chan," she murmured pompously, and leaned back into her own corner, eyeing the cuffs in her corner. Something about the way Junko smiled so much made her uncomfortable...she'd try to make this bout end as quickly as possible.

As the referee saw both contestants were ready, the bell was rung and Lynette stuck her favorite poised fighting stance, her feet pointedly locked at an L and one arm sweepingly offered forward...as if she were fencing without a saber. "Allons-y." She'd offer intensely, her hauntingly beautiful sea-blue eyes locking onto Junko's (admittedly) lucious form.

Junko's ear twitched as she heard Lynette's words. She then let out a small chuckle. "Fufufu, maybe this will be exciting." She said as she decided to leave the cuffs where they were for now. As the bell rang, Junko stepped forward and raised an eyebrow at Lynette. "Hmmm well that's different." She shrugged. "Good luck then." She said and put on a serious face as she eyed Lynette. She brought her arms halfwwya up so they were bent, infront and to the sides of her chest as she looked for a weakness in Lynette's defense, hoping to carefully circle around the french woman. If Lynette did not make a move, Junko wouold try to lock up int a test of strength.

Luck? Luck is for those who harbor the possibility of defeat.

Lynette's inner-voice was just as imperiously confident as her public display, and she scoffed an audible "Tch" and dismissed the sportswomanly offer as soon as it left Diao-chan's lips. The calculating french mind trained her eyes of the older woman's careful movements, and concluded that she was a classic-esque wrestler; excellent. All Lynette had to do was stay away from grappling lock-ups, and she'd be fine...or so she assured herself.

And yet...that noble pride got the best of her already. Having come off a victory from a much smaller opponent in which she depended on her superior strength, Lynette of course assumed herself the stronger in this bout as well. Besides, a de Villiers turning down a duel? Impossible! So, the slender debutante stood unafraid as Diao-chan offered the test of strength, and with a cocky pout on her lips, she boldly strode against Junko, and willingly locked fingers with her. As soon as the pair were locked in it together, Lynette pushed against the older woman with as much might as she could muster while still restaining herself to display her signature eloquence in such a feat of brute strength. As the grinded close to one another, Lynette murmured breathily, her accent delectable and saucily challenging: "Je gagnerai cette guerre, madam..."

She knew Diao-chan would probably not understand what she'd said. And, well...that sort of made it all the more sweeter to mock with.

Even if Lynette wasn't using her full strength, Junko could still feel herself loosing the battle. She was never a TRUE professional wrestler, she just managed them. It was true she had been working out lately and was int he best shape of her life, but still she had worked off having a pair of twins and she had let herself go after a divorce. Her arms tensed, flexing and showing off a taught pair of arms but the burn in her muscles caused her to grit her teeth and forced her to retreat against Lynette's youthful pressure.

She let out a exhale as Lynette leaned in and issued her challenge in her native tongue. Of course, Junko did not know what she said but she grinned. There were more ways than strength to beat someone and she rolled her shoulders backl to try and catch Lynette off guard and follow the momentum of her own pushing while thrusting her breasts out proudly in an attempt to make the two sets collide. SHe wondered how Lynette would handle this sort of thing and yet, she had more in mind. If she could, she would lean in to further press their bodies together and press her cheek against Lynette's. "I don't know what that means, but it sounds sexy ~<3" She cooed into Lynette's ear. If the ferenchwoman was further flustered by Junkoi's actions, she would try and pull Lynette into an armbar.

However, if Lynette remained stoic, she could probably take even more of an advantage over the older milf.

The test of strength seemed equal for a few crucial moments once both women had locked against one another, but then, Lynette felt the telltale trembling of her opponent, the pressure upon a staunchness beginning to give way...and of course she revelled in the discovery that she faced someone, again, that she was stronger than.

For that second, a wolfish grin appeared on the french girl's lips and she pushed harder.

This however, had an unforseen outcome. As Lynette toughly applied pressure, she felt Diao-chan give way, and what had formerly been a competitive struggle had suddenly turned into something more akin to a burlesque tease. Lynette's breasts pressed snugly against Diao-chan in a most provocative display for the crowds, and Diao-chan seemed to have done it on purpose, and 'invited' her to fall against her! Before Lynette could recover from this strange tactic, she felt the cougar's smooth cheek brush against her own intimately, and then sweet, coaxing words slipped into her ear.

"Wh-?!" Lynette scrambled suddenly, dropping her bravado almost immediately in the face of such an event, and tried to reverse her momentum and pull away. As she did, she felt her opponent try to pull her into a standing armbar, and Lynette had just barely the conscious mind to insist counter before Junko locked the manuever in.

"M-mais non!" The debutante gasped, and as Diao-chan shifted her weight, Lynette lifted her knee to direct it squarely towards the MILF's stomach, just desperate to escape this flesh trap and collect herself. At the earliest opportunity, Lynette would break back and away from Diao-chan, taking several steps back before she composed herself. Her face was flushed, and her eyes suspicious and accusatory. She'd clearly been flustered by the tactic; the Lady de Villiers had come to the AFW to fight, not to...play!

"Wh-What do you think you're doing..?!" She demanded, catching her breath and anxiously smoothing out the top part of her attire, some of her pomp noticably missing now.

Junko cursed under breath as the armbar slipped awaybut she silently enjoyed the victory as she managed to fluster the rigid french belle. Both efforts, however were short lived as Lynette slammed a knee into her stomach. She gasped and then winced and tried to push Lynette awa to create some distance between them as well. She backed up, slightly bent as she focused on the exasperated Lynette. She couldn't help but grin proudly.

She then lifted her hand to cover her mouth, something she usually had a fan for, and let out a small chuckle. "Fufufu. That wasn't anything at all." She said and lifted her hands up in a wrestling stance once more. "Maybe you're stronger and younger that me." She began as she slowly closed the gap between them in a slight cirlcing motion. "But you don't have every advantage. Keep you're guard up the wole match, I'm going to take advantage of it." Her eyes were seriousdespite her friendly smirk.

"oh and, one more thing, if THAT Has you flustered, I feel quite sorry for you if you run into one of the... More serious girls in this league." She cut off her words by trying to lunge at Lynette's leg and bring her to the ground. Maybe she'd have better luck against the french girl on the ground.

Lynette's lithe frame locked into a battle position, and she forced her posturing into a perfect portrait of cool, regal posture once more. Without missing another moment, Lynette's stance shifted a bit more aggressively, a hand extending outward with palm up, acting as a sentinel, while the other elegantly drifted to the side to balance herself. Her expression, however, had shifted from surprise to a simmering, frustrated anger. How DARE the old hag use such tactics! And with such a respectably impressive noble of the illustrious de Villiers family! Lynette wrinkled her nose a bit, huffing, and frowned at Diao-chan as she spoke, and replied with a displeased tone of her own. "I have every advantage, madam." She harshly insisted.

When Diao-chan challenged her with the premise of other, more...personal...bouts, Lynette bit her tongue for a moment to control her emotions. Of course she had heard of those kind of matches, but surely she'd not be put into them; she was a serious competitor, she had no time for such debaucherous wastes of time! Especially in public. Lynette shivered at the thought. "Absurd," she spat matter-of-factly. "If I hit them hard enough, they won't have opportunity for...such things!"

Before the last word had left her mouth, Diao-chan had struck. The older woman was fast, but the lunge was no sneak-attack; Lynette had had the advantage of being ready with Junko in plain sight. As the woman grasped one of those slender, toned french legs, Lynette allowed it, but only with an attack of her own loaded. As Diao-chan started to lift Lynette onto only one foot, A scratchy little hiss escaped the debutante's lips, and with both hands laced together, brought down a double-ax-handle aimed at Diao-chan's head. "Alors!"

The counter was fierce, but a smidge late; Lynette was already toppling over if Junko could remain focused enough to keep on lifting her off-balance. She only hoped that her blow would hit hard enough for her to seize control of the match for the rest of this charade!