Anthony
It excited him as Guzma struggled on the ground, knowing he got him ensnared. He couldn't help smiling widely, his teeth showing in a crazy grin. Leon figured that the other man would stagger over so he braced the fall enough to hold on. "Ah?" He replied to Guzma's racy comment. "Now that you think about it-" He squeezes his thighs together harder, knowing that the reason his opponent can talk is because he's still receiving some air in that throat of his. "-that's another way to choke someone, huh!" As dense as the champ looked from the outside, Raihan's influence probably tainted a bit of it. 

Getting into it, Leon usually breaks out from his usual character. He's battle hungry now. It's all so exciting. Someone could definitely get high from this adrenaline stuff! "Do you give up?" Leon grunts while shifting his legs to get to the carotid artery more. "I don't want you to pass out or I'll be stuck here... John's wings are going to rub against the walls. My pal's been working so hard already, so I wouldn't want him to-" And he continues on having a conversation as if he isn't suffocating someone. While so, he watches the face of Guzma, waiting for the tap against his legs.
Jean
As much as he wanted to curse again at the comment of the other viable choking method, not enough sound could escape his throat with it being squeezed even harder. He was bright red by this point, but as tightly as he was gripping to Leon's thighs, he wasn't tapping out yet. 

Pass out? He could have laughed, if he'd been able to breathe. Of course Leon would have no idea, but Guzma knew how much of this particular kind of treatment his body could handle. The sound of the champions voice was starting to go fuzzy, almost sounding like he was underwater. Black spots began swimming in front of his eyes, and eventually he knew he had to give in. 

Face purple, he lifted his hand to tap on the others thick thigh, clawing in a gasp as soon as the grip was released. He rolled over onto his hands and knees with a cough, chest heaving and shudders rolling through his body.
Anthony
It was something to see someone's face turn their natural color into purple. Guzma actually held out very long and Leon was starting to wonder if the man swims or dive for a hobby. It's when he felt that tapping that Leon slowly released his legs around the other man's neck. He can see the veins as they try coursing blood and air in his face. That's the part where Leon felt bad. "Sorry about that," He said and stood up, a hand on his knee, leaning forward, and the other hand extended out to the bleach haired male. "I didn't want to hurt you," He repeated. He was really concerned. Once battles are over, Leon is just a guy who gets too excited for his own good. "That was fun! Aheh, I didn't expect a fight, but you sure gave me a good one!"

And then Leon felt the need to boast. "What a champion time, that was!" He withdraw his extended hand quick just so he could pull out his silly move, three fingers up in the air. It's become a habit to say his catchphrase. The blood was still running through his body, but Leon decided to drop his defenses. It's over now. At least, that's what he believed. Once again extending his hand to Guzma, he pats the man's shoulder. "What a thrilling fight. I wouldn't mind another round." Why did he even say that? Just as soon as he did, he breathes out deeply. "I bet you got in a lot of fights in your lifetime, Guzma." His moves weren't as passive as Leon's, they literally pack a punch. It was a really good clash between fighting styles. "It was actually good to train with a person since I've only did some with my Pokémon partners, yep!"
Jean
'I didn't want to hurt you.'

Guzma couldn't help but laugh as oxygen returned to his blood, the dizziness and black spots slowly fading as he looked up, watching him pull that silly pose. He sat back on his heels and looked up at him, hesitating a moment as he looked up at him. 

There was a stab of satisfaction as he looked up at Leon's blood smeared face. He grinned back, reaching up to take his offered hand to get back to his feet. "Yeah. You're damn fierce, can't deny that. Not bad at all kid." He coughed again, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. 

"Could say I been in a few fights before. An' you clearly have too. Too bad you ain't a street fighter though, I was sorta hopin' I'd come outta this bloody." He muttered, nodding to him as if to gesture to his nose as he lifted a hand to rub at the side of his neck. "Can't argue with your thighs either. Arceus, you clearly work hard... Ain't been in a thigh grip like that since..." He looked at him again, and chuckled. "Guess you don't need to know about that."

He would have been lying if he said he'd thought it would have been that easy to use arousal to put an end to his rampage, but damn if it hadn't worked in the champion's favour. All the fight was just sucked right out of him.
Anthony
Leon welcomed the compliment. He's a sucker for those. "I've used my arms but I needed to catch you by surprise. Your reactions are good, I'll give you that." He puts his hands to his waist and lean a bit to his right leg. When Guzma mentioned "Bloody" Leon shook his head with widen eyes. "I wouldn't do that! Unless you deserved it." He said this with a smile. Bringing a hand up to his nose, he wipes it and sees the blood. He stares at it a bit, his eyes hard, before wiping his nose more. Since the adrenaline was dying down, he was starting to get dizzy from it, the iron taste coming back. 

The thigh comment flew over Leon's head. "Oh so you've fought people like me before?" Leon asked, wondering that's what Guzma meant by the vice grip. "So you're seasoned, huh!" Leon looks Guzma up and down, observing him, interested in the experiences he probably went through. "I've only fought for self-defense. It comes in handy being a champion and all that. You would be surprise how many times I've almost been jumped-" He realizes what he's saying and instantly shuts himself up with a laugh. Unfortunately as much fans as he has, there's some that wouldn't mind hurting him. 

"What got yourself so mad, Guzma." He tries looking into the other one's eyes firmly, his head tilted. As much as he wanted to sound light in his tone, it was stern. His nose got smashed from it, so Leon was a little frustrated. His irises are brilliant in this angle as if he's sizing Guzma up in a way.
Jean
Wanted to catch him off guard? It had definitely worked. "My reactions are quick cuz they had to be. Grew up rough, spent a lotta time scrappin' cuz I never knew how to curb my anger." He muttered, looking the other up and down. He wouldn't know anything about that. This guy was clearly a pretty boy. Probably grew up in a nice area with loving parents and lots of friends to play with. He definitely looked the type. 

"Seasoned? Yeah. Like you? Nah. People I fought were scrappers. Not... Trained in martial arts or whatever the fuck. I recently tried to pick up boxin' for stress relief, but... Well, you saw how long that lasted." Guzma sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he stretched out, groaning in pain as his back radiated an ache that remained from behind slammed down on it. He stood up straight from his usual slouch to try and relieve it, but went back to slouching again when he found it made it worse. 

"People here are too nice," He responded, returning the look unflnchingly. This wasn't the first time he'd been sized up. "I ain't used to the bright atmosphere. It's really grindin' my gears. Back where I come from everyone looked at me like a broken Muk crystal. I'm used to bein' hated, so I don't know how to deal with niceness." He admitted with a sigh. No matter what he did, or how much he offered in repentance, there were always those who refused to change their opinion of him.