Fun 101. Leon La Rouge vs Irene Inger

Some people often made the mistake of assuming Leon to be some French pretty boy who couldn't handle himself, but that was wrong. The sneering joker knew his way around a ring thanks to his time spent in savate, granted this wasn't a savate match but the ring was the same. Also add to Leon's parkour and he knew how to be flexible when he needed to be, although that didn't really help when he was cinched into submissions. Those moves weren't good for him.

Now Irene was charging right at Leon with her forearm shot out, hoping to no doubt plow right into the young man. The close distance of the science girl meant that moving forth in the hopes of evading wasn't a promising one, no Leon would need to rely on the corner for this one.

As the science girl neared him Leon would try to bring his legs up high, holding onto the ropes for support and leverage. The sneering joker then hoped to try to wrap his legs around Irene's neck and then attempt a good old fashioned hurricarana, sending his delightful hair flaying about in the motions.

Though Leon didn't evade the girl's attack, he didn't need to as Irene ran right into the joker's trap. Due to the way her arm had been raised, she found it trapped along with her head as Leon's powerful thighs clamped around her neck. Startled by the turn of events, Irene yelped in surprise as her body got ragdolled through the air, hitting the mat on her back with Leon lying on top of her.

“Ugh,” Irene groaned, dazed by the hard landing. Wary of a possible pin attempt, the girl struggled underneath her opponent and tried to get her shoulders off the mat.

Irene was clearly not expecting the sneering joker to lift his legs up, because her reaction clearly said that she was taken aback. And the crowd most certainly shared that feeling as well, Leon had become a blur of red and yellow as he swung the science girl for a loop.

Upon landing Leon's hairpiece had become loose, letting his delightful mane flow down to his shoulders. The Frenchman grunted after the landing, although he knew that Irene was the one who'd come off worse from that exchange.

Mr La Rouge could have gone for a pin attempt, but he wanted to do something else. The Frenchman began trailing a series of kisses down the neck of Irene, trying to hold hands with her at the same time. Leon wasn't trying to win right now or anything, he was just playing.

"Ah my hair is free, such a shame. But your skin is so soft ma chérie, I bet you use something from your lab to make like that." he muttered to her.

Irene coughed violently, a bit brutalized after Leon's takedown. The girl was afraid that he would take advantage of his favorable position and her stunned body, but for now, the Frenchman just wanted to tease her some more. Interlacing the fingers of his hands with hers, Leon leaned forward and stared mischievously down at the girl.

“You know, I would say that you look like a girl with your hair down, but that would imply that you didn't already lo...wait, what are you...?,” Irene stopped mid-taunt as Leon planted his lips on her vulnerable neck and graced it with a kiss. Then his face migrated slightly downward and did the same, sending a little surge of excitement down her body with each feathery touch of his lips.

“Hey, stop that, get off of me!” Irene shouted as Leon continued to excite her with his kisses. Earlier in the match, Irene had been reacting to Leon's arousing advances without much hostility, but a savvy listener would notice, this time, that Irene sounded more irritated than she had before. See, the girl had a small Achilles heel that she had hoped would never haunt her in the ring: the girl's skin was very sensitive to soft, sensual touches. In other words, the girl was ticklish.

It wasn't the kind of weakness that would cost one a match, but it was still a humiliating aspect of her character that Irene tried to conceal in the ring. It's why she protected her extremely sensitive feet with large boots, laced up tight. However, if Leon was attentive enough, he would now discover her little kink by tickling her neck with his kisses. Even now, the girl was suppressing a giggle, and surveying her surroundings, looking for some leverage to use to throw Leon off of her.

Leon was rather curious at Irene's reactions to what he was doing, perhaps he was getting to her. That was fun, not to mention the science's girl's skin felt so soft and smooth. Akin to his own, or at least it reminded the sneering joker of it.

Irene voiced her objections to this, Leon heard it and paused momentarily. But he was feeling something building up in her, no doubt her response if he continued tickling her. Mr La Rouge decided to see how far he could push this envelope, if you do not push it to the limit you won't know where the limit is after all.

Leon tried to pin Irene's shoulders to the mat, while at the same time trailing to trail his kisses down to just above her breasts. He was hoping to try and sneak out a quick pin while trying to beat her with tickling, it was a long shot but Leon didn't care.

Irene's giggling reached a higher pitch as Leon's mouth worked its way down, slowly creeping down her chest towards her sports bra. The girl blushed fiercely as Leon tried to push her down while continuing to set her nerves on fire.

“Oh, you cheeky bastard, stahahahp that!” Irene laughed as the Frenchman reached the edge of her sports bra, unable to kiss further unless he was shameless enough to try ripping it off. Her shoulders touched the mat, and without delay the ref started a three count for the pin.

One!

The ref's voice caused Irene to stir, as she was forced to focus on the issue at hand. Even though her body felt rubbery from the combination of pain and sensual teasing it had received thus far, Leon didn't have the girl pinned very securely, and she was stronger than she looked. Before the ref could count to two, the girl had thrust herself upward, managing to get one of her shoulders off the mat. She started to struggle more intensely, trying to free her hands from the grasp Leon had on them.

If Irene thought that Leon was going to try and remove her bra then she'd be mistaken, not in front of all those people at any rate. Sure the sneering joker liked to prank others, but he had his limits. No disabled or ill people for example, and he could be a perfect gentleman when he needed to be. He was the son of a French diplomat after all, even if he didn't follow in the footsteps of his old man.

The science girl sure enough kicked out of the "hold" that Leon had over her. And that was kinda expected, seeing as how Mr La Rouge wasn't even trying that much. No this was just messing about, although maybe he should get a bit more serious. After all doing the same things over and over could get boring, just then a though popped into Leon's head.

"Tell you what Irene dear, why don't we up the stakes here? Make it more fun, loser goes home with the winner for the night. What do you say?" Leon said as he got back and took a few steps back to rub a hand through his hair.

Springing up from the ground, Irene staggered back somewhat unsteadily and eyed her opponent. As Leon decided to make her a proposition, Irene sat down on the middle ring rope behind her, and rested as he explained what he had in mind.

“Oh my, you want to take me captive?” Irene snickered as a grin spread across her face. The girl had always wanted to do a P.O.W. match, and Leon was offering to make this her first. Irene rose from her seat on the ring ropes and straightened herself up as she gave her answer.

“I accept your challenge,” Irene boasted, “the winner gets to keep the loser for the rest of the night. I'm looking forward to running some...experiments on you.”

Without further ado, Irene focused her attention on the fight once again. The girl raised her arms to Leon and widened her stance, readying herself for combat. She would try to charge in, aiming low and attempting to wrap her arms around his legs and pull them out from under him.

"Oh my. Experiment on me? Darling people wonder what goes on in my head." Leon playfully said, putting a finger on his lips in thought. As if the thing was scandalous or something, which it might have been depending on what she meant by that. Although Leon wanted to entertain it he knew there was a more pressing matter, namely Irene going on the attack.

Leon was planning to move forward and begin working on Irene with some of his patented savate kicks, give something to remember him by even after the match. But he ended up falling right into the grasp of Irene, the sneering joker winced as he got sent tumbling down.

"Shit." Leon muttered out, he knew the ground game wasn't anything he was good at. Better to try and keep things vertical, with that in mind Leon tried to wrap his strong legs around Irene for a bodyscissors in this close proximity. Something akin to what she had done to him earlier, see how she likes it.

“Don't worry, I never mistreat my specimens,” Irene cooed as she looked down on her grounded opponent, “although I think I will keep a bit of your hair for myself once I win you for a night. Gonna run some tests and see what you used to give your hair that platinum shine.”

The girl reached down for Leon's legs, hoping to twist them around her own and work him into a sharpshooter hold. Alas, his legs came up and attacked her first, wrapping around her midsection and squeezing. As he constricted her, Irene gasped and grunted with pain. The nobleman's legs, honed by years of strict training, were so strong that Irene felt like she was being crushed in an industrial press of some kind.

“Stop being so difficult,” Irene seethed. Wrapping her arms around his legs again, Irene yelled out as she tried to lift Leon's body off of the mat, then slam him down again in an effort to loosen his grip.