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

Junko heard the words and smirked in her head. Obviously the french woman had not seen the kinds of women who prowled these parts. But that was an adventure for Lynette to find on her own. For now Junko focused on the match. Her keen eyes were perhaps a little too focused on the taught thigh in front of her though as she was not prepared for the smashing double axe handle. It her her hard and caused herto let out a loud grunt.

"Ough!" She moaned. But she had already come this far with her attaack to retreat and she dug her nails into the leg to hold her ground and try and get Lynette onto her butt or, better yet, her back. Either way she pushed forward, panting through the stars in her vision, her glasses crooked from the blow.

If she was successful, she'd still be slow to take advantage, the hit to the head derailing her progress. However, she thought to sall, reaching out as though she were beginning an attack or an ascent up Lynette's body, but really aiming to distract the haughty woman by leaning the palm of her right hand between Lynette's legs.

Lynette found herself surprised by Diao-chan's perseverence, despite that fiendish overhead blow delivered only moments before; she mentally noted that while Diao-chan was older, she was certainly made of sterner stuff.

Junko's insistence ended up carrying Lynette to the mat, for despite all of her flailing and her attempts to maintain balance, her leg was raised too high for her hold herself up any longer, and in a momentary loss of control, she fell flat on her back, with her opponent following soon after her.

Lynette was prepared to bounce back up immediately (ground combat was not her forte), but as soon as she tried to shift her weight to get up off of her butt, those oceanic eyes flickered at the sight of a hand raising to strike her. Instinctively, Lynette flinched, and raised her arms in an X defense to guard her face and upper torso while she waited for the blow to rain onto her. A moment later, when the hit did not come, her eyes fluttered open and immediately widened with surprise, finding an uninvited hand pressing against her most private of spots between her thighs. Squealing, thrashed away from the approach, not bothering to focus one particular attack and instead just kicking out wildly while she scuttled backwards and away crab-style on her hands and feet. "Stop that...!!" She barked, her cheeks flushed again, unwilling to admit that this 'tactic' had kept Lynette from pressing the attack twice already.

If lynette wanted to believe that Junko shrugged off the blow, te wily cougar wasn't going to tell her otherwise. To get Lynette onto her back like this took less strength than Lynette seemed to believe. In her experience she knew that deception could work to do more damage than brute force and she was aiming to show that to the french aristocrat. Her cheeks turned a faint hue of red as she placed her hand on Lynette's private area but a smirk crossed her face. A flicker of amusement danced in er head as she briefly cobtemplated what making proper love to the woman might entail

Her thoughts, however, were disrupted by the french woman's exaggerated flailings. She was not able to even attempt to keep Lynette in place and, in truth, was thankful for the respite caused by Lynette's flustered movements. She adjusted her glasses and coyly eyed Lynette. "Every advantage?" She uttered defiantly to the call by her once stoic opponent.

If she could, she would take the chance, a rather bold one on her part, to leap from her crotched position and try a haphazard belly flop onto Lynette, just to keep the french maiden on the defensive and keep her on the ground.

This was infuriating. Already this match was turning more frustrating than her bout with Layla McCarthy, whom had given Lynette two handfuls of trouble despite the fact that the french woman had had a prominent size advantage over the smaller girl. Now, Lynette's cheeks burned as she realized she was once again in a match that ought to be totally to her advantage, this time with an older opponent, but it seemed that Madame Diao-chan had...other tactics to keep Lynette on her toes.

Well! She had beaten Layla eventually, so she'd do the same to Junko!

Pursing her lips tightly almost into a prissy pout, Lynette didn't reply to Diao-chan's flirtatious eyes or her defiant challenge. Then, with an unexpected speed, Diao-chan sprang into action with a pounce of a belly drop, and Lynette calculated in a moment she'd not have time to roll away or get to her feet. Instead, she made use again of those luxuriously long legs of hers, and pulled them up to her chest. If Junko landed on top of the flustered french noble, most of her effort would probably fall into the hard shins and knees of the prone european. It was all she could do; while psychological battle was definitely a page out of Lynette's book, Diao-chan had already made Lady de Villiers nervous about getting to close to her opponent, for fear of more of Junko's more 'passionate' tactics.

If Junko was uin Lynette's position, she would have done the same thing. Even before she attempted the manouvre, she knew what the most likely outcome was btu still, as a woman, she had some pride and had to take the chance. She felt the knees drive ingot her firm belly, the toned abs doing nothing to help protect the precious oxygen that was now being forced out of her lungs. She crin ged and her neck bucked, cause her glasses to skew as she rolled off of Lynette and clutched her stomach, panting as she tried to recover her brweath and fight off the pain.

She was lucky that the two seemed to cancel each other out in that by the time she had gained her breath, most of the pain woudl have subsided, unfortunately she knew wshe did not have the luxury to recooperate as she pleased, no doubt the haughty frenchwoman would quickly take advantage with some assault, or quip, or both. She grimaced at the thought but still smiled She was still ont he ground after all so Lynette wasn't totally back in her element.

As Diao-chan collided with her lifted knees, Lynette felt a familiar and welcome surge of control return to her. Her heart thumped excitedly, and with a snap the regal girl lifted herself to her feet with a hasty grace, and took in the glorious sight of her opponent still writhing on the ground in pain. Her chin twitched upward gloatingly, before she clicked her tongue, and that heavy french accent dripped with an almost-seductive arrogance.

"Quel dommage..." she murmurred, before she leisurely strutted over to Diao-chan, and let the toe of her boot nudge against her opponent's temple. It was less of an attack and more of a mocking gesture, an establishment of percieved dominance. "Still bratty, madam?" She asked gently, before abruptly hopping up a slight bit, tucking her knee back once more, letting it aim to drill again into the stomach of the older woman. Lynette seemed to have chosen her target; if a woman could not breathe, she could not fight.

Junko wasn't completely taken out of the game by Lynette's counter. She had almost caught her breath thanks, in part, to her opponent's haughty swagger. She felt the foot on her head and almost had to laugh. She didn't know the french but she figured what the intention was. However, her next words she did let out a smakll chuckle. "fufu, til the very end I'm sure..." She muttered back. She then felt Lynette pressing down hard on her and saw her move. Another hit to the stomach would be bad. She tried to twist her body so that Lynette did not hit that part. Unfortunately, She still had to choose a new spot for the attack. She turned to her side so Lynette came crashing down on her ribs. She couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain. She was sure they would be bruised but prayed that they were not worse off. Still, it was going to hamper her for a while. She would just have to make sure Lynette didn't notice for as long as possible.

Lynette's deep-sea eyes flickered darkly as she plummeted the short distance down upon Diao-chan, knees first, and saw the her opponent twist her body at the last second. Lady de Villiers had been expecting an unaware, soft tummy to crash into, and instead, her knees fell hard and solid upon the side of Diao-chan's ribcage. Lynette grit her teeth as she rolled awkwardly off of Junko, losing her balance upon impact, but at the very least, she delighted in another painful blow delivered to her opponent.

Rolling to the side, Lynette smirked deviously as she watched Diao-chan's pain like a hawk, and then slowly rose to dust herself off. Offering a confident gesture to the crowd, she turned back towards the downed Diao-chan and took her head into her hands, trying to lift her to her feet to instigate another grapple. Leaning in to whisper into the cougar's ear, it was clear that the frenchwoman was riding a little wave of audacious control. "I'm waiting to be impressed." She breathed cheekily into Diao-chan's ear, a touch of condescending humor in her voice. Now she was starting to enjoy herself.

Junko's eyes were narrowed as she tried to fend off the burning in her side. It too would dull and numb but for someone liek her, tomorrow would be a very bad day. 'I'll have to spend all damn day in the hot springs...' She thought in exasperation but then quickly grinned at the thought of such an exquisit trweatment. But as she thougth of better timees, she was pulled up by the hair, close to her foe. She felt Lynette's hot breath on her ear and the words sharply burned into her mind. She furrowed her brwo and clenched her fists. Lynette, this french priss was mocking her. Diao-chan was probably stupid for fighting her in the first place being both older and less experienced in the ring but that didn't mean she was going to be mocked.

Junko was hardly a dirty fighter, but there were ways to even the odds that definitely ran the fine line between strategic and dirty. Being of the femal persuasion for several decades now, she knew right where to hit to make things extra painful. She pulled her balled fist back and jutted out the kuckle of her middle finger as Lynette conveyed her words. "Brat..." Junko whispered back as she slung her fist forward and aimed the protruded knuckle right at Lynette's breast. If junko hit, and hit it right, which she was both aiming for, she would hopefully make the French pedigree think twice about waisting her time taunting.

Lynette stood up straight and readied her own balance to set up a crippling manuever just for Junko, but she had barely gotten her feet in the optimal position when a lightning bolt of searing pain smashed into her left breast. The pain was all the more excruciating because the blow was so unexpected. For a few brave seconds, Lynette didn't move or make a noise, her lips pursed tightly and her eyes shutting tightly, her psyche working hard to try to overcome the ferocious jolting ache in her chest. But at last even french stubbornness lost out to the less-than-honorable hit, and Lynette took a few wobbly steps back before cupping her breast with one hand and dropping tremblingly to one knee.

"V-vieille Bique! How d-dare you!" Lynette cursed something most unladylike in her native tongue, gasping out in hurt and rage, her pain slow to melt away and as debilitating as anything could be. Her oceanic eyes watered as they glared up at Junko, nursing her breast as she tried to rub the dull agony away as soon as possible. It seemed that this sultry older woman had enough tricks up her sleeve to keep this from being a total blowout after all.