Eliza Harenwood vs Drake "Domino" Vyril

Eliza was still reeling from that kick to the side of the head, she still wasn't used to taking hits yet. Dancing lessons covered how to handle botching moves, but getting hit wasn't part of the plan.

Domino had now gotten her into a headlock of sorts, as well as putting pressure onto her back.
"D...damm you!" Eliza seethed out, but she wasn't going to lie down yet. There was still fight in the ballroom girl, she pounded the mat with her hands balled into fists. Not to show she was tapping but rather to show her defiance. As she attempted to move tooth and claw towards the nearest ropes, she'd take some pain but she could carry on sure.

Her curse draws a smirk from Domino, and he leans back a little further to force her body into a tighter arch. Her shifting knees manage to inch them along the mat, but Domino tries to get as much damage done as possible. His free hand reaches in, fingers digging into her abdominal muscles as best they can for a stomach claw. His hips press down hard to her rear, trying to pin her hips to the mat. But should she continue to struggle, she'll eventually reach those ropes.

In the process, the audience will be getting quite a show. With his hips dug in and her back arched, her chest is pushed out for their viewing pleasure. His heated breath whisks against her shoulder, arms tensed to try and keep her securely held.

Eliza carried on her struggle, making her way to the ropes. She ignored the pain as best she could, she was a Harenwood after all. An elite family in England, so it was in her blood to carry on with battle. Eliza's right hand eagerly grasped the ropes and prompted the ref to tell Domino to break the hold.

Once he did so Eliza would use the ropes to clamber herself up, wiping her blonde hair with her hand and just looking at Domino. Panting a little before muttering "Fine, I'll give you that one. Next time it won't be as easy."

Domino is bid to release the girl, and he does just that. His fingers unclench from her abdomen, and he relaxes the tilt h lifts to his feet again, amethyst-hued eyes narrowed on her defiantly. "Next time? Sweetheart, we ain't even done with this one..." His hands lift, fingers splayed at the ready. And as soon as he's assumed his stance, he closes in to grab her from the ropes and drive a knee freshly into her stomach, hoping to wear her midsection down as a weakness. He can't afford to give her too much room, at that. She's a spry bugger.

Eliza groaned out as Domino drove his knee into her belly, she was getting sick and tired of this. It was time to turn the tables and stop him dead in his tracks, and since he had his knee close to her it was a perfect time to try a submission of her own. He thought she was some dainty and vain flower? Well she'd prove that wrong right now.

"Hac!" Eliza yelled out as she wrapped her arms around Domino's knee as it was near her, she used her legs to try and kick Domino's other leg out from under him to force him to the ground. If she managed to do this Eliza would attempt to wrap her and Domino's legs to prepare for a figure 4 leg lock!

Domino had hoped he could keep her on the ropes both metaphorically and literally with the continued pressure, but it looks like he'll have to settle for only half of that. She grabs his leg, forcing him to balance with a little hop on the other boot. Suddenly, that leg is taken out from under him, and he drops flat onto his back with a grunt! Legs twined, he lets out a yelp of pain!

"AGH!" His body tenses, chest and abs rising and falling heavily and rapidly with each strained breath. He props on his elbows, teeth gritting to peer down at the girl. That particular leglock is always painful, and it's written on his face.

"Nnh.. not.. gonna happen..."

Finesse in grapples and submissions isn't something he gets to show off too often, but maybe in a case like this, there can be an exception!

The young model cries out as he attempts to muscle them over onto their stomachs and effectively reverse the submission hold onto her!

Eliza was trying to put in as much damage as she could in this figure 4 leg lock, she was gritting her teeth as she did this. "Dep! Grraaa!" the ballroom girl shouted, she was getting into it. Her usually stoic and calm posture was going here, perhaps it was the stress or something like that.

She recalled she had used this move to defeat Raira Belheart, a German singer with this move. Although Domino seemed to have been made of tougher stuff than her, cause he was able to roll over and turn the tables onto Eliza.

"Ugh, agh!" Eliza said, her legs couldn't afford to be worked on too much. Ms Harenwood shot out her arms and towards the ropes, again prompting a rope break while she attempted to untangle her legs most likely alongside Domino.

Turning his pain into her pain was an exquisite accomplishment, and one afforded few submission holds. Domino savors the moment while their legs are twined together, feeling her struggle down there, hearing the torture... until the ref' signals him to break. Naturally that would happen. They were still right next to the ropes, after all. And the young face doesn't make the referee ask twice. Indeed, they're mutually de-tangling.

Domino twists over afterwards and moves to his knees, hoping to grab Eliza by the shoulders and 'help' her up as well. Either way, once standing, he draws his right arm back and swings out, aiming to strike the girl across the chest with a snappy chop! He's aiming above the breasts, however - closer to the collar, but low enough to hurt as much as possible.

Domino wasn't the first to perform a chop to her chest area, Clyde Gastin had done it to her before and scared the tar out of her while he did it. The leather corset Eliza wore did little to help minimize the pain of the impact, sending a stinging sensation through her chest.

"Ngh!" Eliza groaned out, using both arms to rub the centre of impact as she bent down. Ms Harenwood wasn't one to take shit lying down though, so in retaliation Eliza would use her nearest arm and attempt to fire off an elbow to the head of Domino.

The audience gives a pop when that *SMACK* sound reverberates through the stadium!

Domino keeps one hand on her shoulder to keep her in position, likely priming for more abuse, when an elbow comes flying in. It nails him on the side of the head, forcing him to turn away with a grunt. But he plows through the ache in favor of coming right back in, determined to outlast the girl in what's quickly becoming a skirmish. His free hand hooks in low, aiming to sink his fist into that stomach he's been working on.