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

Junko knew that she shouldn't merely allow Lynette to recuperate but she felt as though she owed it to the French girl for performing such a feat of strength. And, admittedly, she could use the break herself. Despite being on the giving end of the last exchange, When Lynette spoke, Junko grinned. She tilted her head, her glasses gleaming for a second in the arena's lighting. "Arigatou." She said back. She felt as though now the match could truly begin. "I've still got some in me. I hope you're ready for a good match finally!"

The milf then crouched. readying herself for the next attack. She felt as though she could partially capitalize on Lynette by catching her off guard once more and tried to close the distance between them only to attempt a missile dropkick at Lynette.

Look at me. She's making me feel like a kid again. Doing these stupid moves. I'm going to be sore in the morning for sure!

Lynette's steel focus returned after only a few unassaulted moments, and though she was already feeling the aches of strained combat tickle her slender frame, it would remain impossible to say that a de Villiers lost anything easily. With her brain working through the next calculated clash, Diao-chan startled her by lunging forward, already on the attack again. However, the french fashionista refused to be handled so easily again. The movements in Junko's stride betrayed her intention, and as she crouched low just before she lept up into her intended missle dropkick, Lynette tensed herself and took a smooth, defensive step back.

She'd find Diao-chan's drop kick to be bold and in impressive form, but Lynette had made time to prepare a counter for such a tactic; the double-kick snapped forward towards her head but those Japanese legs were just a few inches short of reaching Lynette's face. Sea blue eyes flickered challengingly as her heart raced at the nearness of the move, but her anticipation kept her untouched. With a fluid, graceful reach, Lynette's hand would rise and slap Diao-chan's ankles aside as if they were no more threatening than a toy rifle, before she'd sidestep further just for the show of watching her opponent fall to the ground.

There is no more time for games.

Junko's eyes widened as she felt the touch against her ankles. As she managed to catch a glimpse of Lynette, she couldn't help but smile, even knowing what fate befell her. She felt like she lingered int he air for eternity, as though she were floating and enjoying some strange sensation of zero gravity. But as long as the moment lasted in her mind. The following moment came quickly, sharply and furiously.

She landed hard on her hip and winced. Her body wasn't as durable as it once was and a fall like that would certainly slow her down. It could possibly even bruise. She showed it off for the crowd, flopping around almost fish like as she grabbed her hip before ending up on her hands and knees panting. "Damn... I don't know how Rosie-chan did it all those years. .." She muttered to herself before looking up to see where Lynette was.

She let out a smirk. 'Do you think they bought that it hurt?" She said giving the french girl a wink. "Sorry. I just couldn't help myself." Junko then put on a serious face indicating that while it had hurt, it had not crippled her or given the match away to Lynette.

Lynette stared at Diao-chan's dramatics, as she flopped and roiled this way and that, and this time the french girl did not take the time to gloat. Instead, the effort was implemented into a razor-sharp focus of the older woman, while Lynette took the equal amount of time to catch her own breath, her throat still dully throbbing from that headlock. When Junko finally came up for air and winked at Lynette, the european debutante looked bewildered at the woman; what in the world was she doing?

Puzzled, but refusing to hesitate, Lynette's expression flashed with a familiar hardened aggression, and spoke in mocking agreement. "Me niether." Lynette equally couldn't help herself. As the honey-accented words still hung in the air, Lynette would waste no more time in taking advantage of the fact that Diao-chan was on her hands and knees. With a few long strides from those lengthy, slender legs, Lynette charged her foe, and at the moment before colliding, lifted her knee up sharply like an uppercut, directing it neatly beneath Junko's chin. Why, if Lady de Villiers had her way, Junko wouldn't be back on her feet for the rest of the match!

Junko was wary of Lynette even as she playfully teased the girl. She was ready for another attack She saw Lynette's charge. It was fast and filled with furious determination. Junko clenched her teeth and tried her best to just roll out of the way. "D-dammit!" She muttered. But now she was even more vulnerable than before. If Lynette pressed the attack, Junko would probably not even be able to muster a an escape. It seemed at the present moment that Lynette may just have her way as Junko scrambled to try and get back to her hands and knees. A worried look in her face that she, thankfully, kept hidden from Lynette by vuitue of facing the wrong way.

Lynette's rising knee bash met only air, though the nearness in which she almost struck Diao-chan before her desperate roll-away was enough to keep the french girl's adrenaline pumping. The corner of her oceanic eyes watched the older fighter's graceless departure from her warpath, and as Lynette's knee lowered back into the gait of her run, unfulfilled, an improvised follow-up sprang to mind, and with it, a smirk fluttered over her lips.

Lynette only had to adjust her run-path ever so slightly to aim towards the corner ropes and the turnbuckle. In a moment of decisiveness, Lynette did not stop running, and instead, with a practiced, elegant deer-like spring, Lynette lept upwards and let her unrelenting momentum carry her feet a harrowing few steps across the middle ropes towards the turnbuckle, the tautness of the ropes' proximity to the corner helping her to keep just enough balance.

As she reached the middle turnbuckle, her gaze shifted sharply back towards Junko, whom seemed to still be on her hands and knees. Perfect. Following the propulsion of her leap, her feet expertly scaled to the top of the turnbuckle before she switched her center of balance hard, back towards the center of the ring, and dove as high and as far outward as she could manage, shifting her body mid-air into a flying cross-body with her elbows spiked down to aim at any part of Diao-chan they could crash into. It was more than a risky manuever; Lynette was never much for too many high-flying moves. But with her cougar of an opponent still wasting time catching her breath, the french noblewoman's bloodlust overcame her, and the opportunity was one she couldn't afford to miss.

"Alors!" She cried with a momentary wild look in her eye, as her flight seemed to hang in the air for a short, beautiful eternity.

Junko was not nearly as quick on her feet as the spry french woman. She could only hope to turn around, not knowing what Lynette was up to. She could still feel the vibrations along the mat as her ears twitched. Something was going on. She knew that much. Missing the attack had not halted Lynette's advance, instead it had merely altered the direction. She tried to turn around, craning her neck at first only to see Lynette practically flying up the turn buckle. She watched in wide eyed amazement at the way her body flew through the air, the proud air it gave off. Junko knew that she was in trouble. Very deep trouble.

But the elder couldn't move fast enough to move out of the way. The most she could do was decide where Lynette crashed into her. She rolled a bit, trying to avoid contact with her stomach or chest, anything fatal. She scrambled so that Lynette landed on her legs, smashing her knees into the mat and causing Junko to cry out in pain. Her fingernails raked against the mat as she tried to push away the agony but it was more than she had experienced in quite some time. She wondered if it was a good idea as she would be even more crippled now that her legs were assaulted but if she had been stuck int he stomach, she'd have no fighting chance whatsoever.

Lynette's adrenaline cashed in as she landed onto the back of Junko's legs, hard, most of her weight expertly divided into making her older opponent's crushed knees as suffered as possible. Of course, no high-risk is without its own toll; Lynette grit her teeth and tightened her stomach to try to frighten off the glimpses of the impacted pain in her own body, but what the french imperialette felt was likely nothing compared to to what Diao-chan had just experienced.

Still, Lynette found herself giving the saucy cougar a brief internal acknowledgement; the match could have been over by now, had she not resituated herself so only her legs were slammed beneath the the flying de Villiers. Rolling away and rising, Lynette watched Diao-chan writhe for a hot moment before those devious blue eyes shifted deviously to the handcuffs that lay innocently in her own corner, glimmering under the stage lights that illuminated the ring like a tempting treasure.

Without saying a word, Lynette strut over to the handcuffs and snatched them up in a fluid flourish, and dashed forward towards the prone-on-her-stomach Japanese woman, pausing only for a moment to collect her strength before she lept vertically up off of both feet. In the span of a half-second, Lynette brought her knees as high up as she could muster, before both of them snapped back downward to stomp pristinely into the small of Diao-chan's back, like a gymnast sticking a landing.

Junko twisted up her legs after Lynette rolled away. She rubbed them, wincing in pain. Her knees were especially sore and she didn't even thing about trying to get up at the moment. She knew, she knew that she had to pay attention to Lynette but she could only catch a glimpse of the french aristocrat slinking away. a minor solace was granted as she knew that it was indeed a slow and partially pained effort as well. She turned her attention back to her own injuries and rolled onto her knees, her wonderfully aged and still rather firm ass sticking up for the crowd. She even managed to catch a whistle from the audience and smirked to herself, a blush coming onto her face in a brief moment of youthful nostalgia when she was practically showered with praises that ran the gamut from lewd to genuinely classy. Luckily for her, she still received them but in a lesser amount.

But that wasn't important right now. She tried hard to get to her knees, pushing her body around to sling one leg forward and prop herself up so she was on one knee but as she did, she saw a shadow and then a searing pain dug into her shoulders as she was slammed back down tot he mat, her head and chest slamming into the ground. This time the elder Diao-chan was nearly knocked unconscious by the force of Lynnette's knee strike.

As Lynette rose once more (with an confident air of certainty, it may be mentioned) from her knee stomp, those cold ice-blue eyes looked down upon the poor Diao-chan, whose luck and efforts had seemed to finally given out. The woman never really had a chance, did she? After all, stepping into the ring with a fighter half your age and twice as fit was slim-odds-to-win encounter, no matter how much enthusiasm one puts forth. A wry little smirk obnoxiously fluttered over Lynette's lips as the handcuffs swung innocently by one cuff from her hooked fingers, like a clock's pendulum that would strike doom but wanted no responsibility for the hour at hand.

"Madam...let's not make this any uglier, hmm?" Lynette's silk-wrapped french accent hummed soothingly down to Junko, as if this whole match had been absurd and they were better off being diplomatic about the whole situation. The aristocrat letting the heel of one of her boots press down firmly onto the back of the cougar's neck, before she leaned down, unclicked the cuff with an audible "Shk!" and went to grasp Diao-chan's left hand, to pull it behind her back, and leisurely close the cuff around the woman's petite wrist.