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

Junko's face twisted up into a slight smirk as she forced the frenchwoman to back away in pain. However, unlike Lynette, Junko knew better than to gloat. Lynette would probably recover quicker than Junjko would in the same situation. So she spared only the briefest second gloating. Her face looked serious not quite as cheerful as it had through the entire match. Her mouth opened to let out a small pant, she had never learned the proper breathign techniques but she didn't think it would ever matter. In her youth she was always outside the ring lookign in. Now, foolishly she would muse at times, as she got on in years THAT'S when she decided to try her hand inside the squared circle.

She dashed forward as Lynette was half bent over and attempted to take ahold of Lynette's locks and hold onto them tightly. If she could secure a grip, then she would continue with her forward mmomentum and try and leap forward. She would use this technique to try and slam the french woman back down to the mat.

The cheap boob shot would be far from enough to bring Lynette down for the count, but it was enough to keep her from forging another attack for at least a few seconds. Her fingers trembled a bit as they massaged her relatively impressive bustline, and she looked back up at Junko in just enough split-second time to do absolutely nothing as her opponent sailed towards her at full speed. Grimmacing, Lynette could only use that split second to prepare for impact, and within moments Diao-chan's offensive threw her back down flat onto her back, the back of her head banging harshly against the canvas with Diao-chan on top of her. Clenching her teeth and her head swimming dizzily as she tried to collect herself immediately, she growled, her hands reaching up wildly and aimlessly to try to shove the cougar away.

"Get...off of me!"

There was satisfaction in making the french girl get so flustered. She figured she had proved her point enough that Lynette couldn't afford any of the same kkind of taunting banter that she was used to with other people. If she didn't take Junkoo seriously then she was goign to get embarrassed. Though Junko wasn't to sure if she could actually BEAT Lynnette. She was tough all things considered. But at Lynette's grunting request, Junko did get off the girl. She rolled away, trying to get behind Lynette and pull her into a sitting headlock where she could hopefully wrench some stamina out of the youth.

"...!"

In a surprising moment, Lynette found her demand met almost immediately, and blinked quizzically as her eyes finally refocused after that hard thump on the back of her head. Lifting herself up to a sitting position, shaking her head to clear it completely, Lynette's momentary respite suddenly alarmed her. Junko was not in front of her!

Jolting back into action, Lynette tried to whirl her head behind her to track Diao-chan, but her effort was a second late; the cougar had laid her arm tightly around the noble's head and locked it securely. Gasping frustratedly, Lynette tried to twist this way and that, to no immediate avail. Internally, she chastised herself for being so slow, and even moreso, for being so softly underestimating of Diao-chan's prowess. The rest of the match would lack that subtlety, she swore...that is, so long as she could escape this hold!

Junko wrenched the headlock in time with Lynette's flailing. Maybe she could use this to rreally ware out the french girl. As she maintained her grip on the hold she leaned in cloto Lynette's ear and whispered. " Everyone knows the advantage is yours in this match but just cause I'm an old cougar doesn't mean I still don't have a few moves that will make your crepes spin." She then tilted her head and planted a quick kiss on Lynette's cheek before giggling. "Fufufu. This is supposed to be fun ~<3"

If she managed to keep Lynette in the hold, then she would pull up, trying to rock onto her back and take Lynette with her. if she could do this, Lynette would be atop of her but still in the hold. Junko would try and wrap her sleek legs around the girl if she could make it this far to really put the pressure on the young frenchwoman.

The pompous french girl bristled as Diao-chan's sweetly taunting voice slipped into her ear, and her face began to shift to a shade of pink as she was kissed, though whether or not it was from the headlock's pressure or the kiss itself was unknown.

Lynette struggled vehemently in the hold, but the situation was all the more irritating due to her position: caught sitting, Lynette couldn't use her legs to find leverage as easily, and the most she could do was try to overpower Junko with no strategy, relying on her strength alone. Her legs snapkicked outwards, and she kept trying to slip her head free of the locked hold, but just as it felt as if the older competitor's grip was loosening, Lynette felt her lean backward and accept Lynette invitingly on top of her. Soon after, Junko's silky legs clenched around her midsection, augmenting the manuever even more. Lynette panted, feeling her strength dwindle just from resisting, and she whined in exasperation.

"Just...you...wait..." Lynette promised as threateningly as she could, though plainly feeling overwhelmingly and humiliatingly helpless. Trying to get her bearings, she did the only thing she could: attempt to jerk her body from side to side, to roll onto her stomach towards the side of the ring. If she got to the ropes, perhaps...

Junko could feel Lynette's strength being drained away. She wasn't sure if she was gaining favor in the match or simply evening out the previous gap in power. Either way, she was a little surprised with how she was handing the haughty French woman.

Junko was sweating a little from the strain of holding Lynette when she felt the girl begin to roll.Not wanting to fight the girl, she helped flip the pair onto their stomachs. Junko thought that it could help add some pressure to Lynette by pulling up on the girl's back but with all her efforts, the milf couldn't stop Lynette if she could begin to try and wriggle towards the ropes.

The manuever onto her stomach was a lure. While it became harder and harder to concentrate with Junko's arm around her head like a vicegrip, Lynette knew the next step to escape...she'd used it before to great success, and she'd use it here now.

With her palms flat on the ground, the french struggler dug her fingertips stubbornly into the mat, gasping little breaths escaping from her lips, before slowly, she'd shift her knees forward and attempt to rise up onto her hands and knees, with Diao-chan still latched on top of her, no less! Bearing the full weight on the woman, Lynette controlled her breathing and grit her teeth; it was time for a show of strength.

If Junko did not abandon ship, Lynette would, inch by painstaking inch, wobble even further up, first onto one knee, and then with a teetering insistence, onto both feet until she was standing with Diao-chan on her back like a voluptuous leech. She suffered with the intensity of this tactic, and with the headlock unyielding it was no small feat, but Lynette's eyes flashed dangerously with determination, and staggered a short distance to the nearest turnbuckle. The impressive display alone might persuade the sensual cougar riding her to release the submission, but if not, Lynette's mind was focused and ready for an improvised follow-up.

Junko held onto Lynette for al she was worth even as the french woman began to slowly stand up even with Junko still on her. She definitely couldn't say that she was unimpressed. Perhaps she had not been giving the proper respect to Lynette? But someone with such a rotten attitude didn't deserve it, especially if she was holding back this kind of strength. But as she was carried towards the ropes, she knew she had to hold on as long as possible. Any sliver of stamina she could rest away fromt he french beauty would be an advantage she needed. Now more than ever.

But as Lynette grabbed the rope, Junkoe was quick to release and slid off. She didn't want reprocussions fromt he ref or Lynette for holding on a little longer than she ought to. She backed away and panted softly as she put some distance between herself and Lynette. What she was interested in the most, was the look Lynette would give after they faced each other once more. That, for Diao-chan, would decide the pace of the fight from now on.

Junko abandoning her snug little location on Lynette's back was a lifted burden that provided some well-needed relief to the european fighter. She released a little gasp of appreciation as her hands touched the top rope, and took only a second's breath to herself before whirling back towards Diao-chan. For a few unguarded moments, Lynette's limbs were trembling as they adjusted to not having to uphold a feat of endurance. Then, she forcibly calmed her jittering hands, and nursed her throat with a gentle rub along the back of her neck. Her face was flushed and she was panting herself, those ultramarine hues locking on Junko's with a distinct mix of thanks and respect for the Japanese cougar for adhering to the ropebreak, and frustrated fascination with the woman's demeanor in battle. Despite the aches of her body, the kiss on her cheek still kindled warmly in memory of the mocking little gift, and it caused Lynette's face to redden ever so slightly more as she considered it.

Even though she flawlessly lifted her posture upward into a secure, poised stance that radiated control, Lynette's face told another tale. Already, she'd spent more effort in this match than she'd have preferred, and at this point, she didn't know what to make of Diao-chan and her methods. Pouting her lips but didn't lose her confidence, and gave an almost sheepish little nod to her opponent as she prepared for the next clash.

"...Bravo..."