Ballroom ballerina. (Open RP)

Eliza was betting that the hold wouldn't keep down Valyn for very long, a little bit sure. But still even the best of legendary tales often started small, an elbow to the gut lead to other things and so forth. Even Ms Harenwood, who's style often relied on swift and grand moves knew the importance of this. She did now, not so much in the past but still there you go.

And it seemed that the opponent of Ms Harenwood was now starting to kick into gear, Eliza had figured it was only a matter of time. But the British aristocrat had been taken aback by Valyn's sudden burst of movement, it wasn't an easy escape move he was pulling off either.

The grip of Eliza had loosened, but she was still going to try and take the advantage of this exchange. With that in mind once Valyn got up to a vertical enough base Eliza would try to alter her arm's position to attempt a neck breaker attempt. But if Valyn was quick enough to the draw he could have Eliza with her back right to him, a good position to take advantage of.

Valyn felt the hold slacken the rush of air filling his lungs, or so it seemed like even though it was just a little bit but it was a lot better than no air. He started to get his feet under him, pushing himself up and his opponent but he knew he was in a precarious position at this stage.

He felt the arm alter it's position around his neck, and he knew exactly were this was going if he didn't do something. Reacting with all he got he'd pull his head as hard as possible to try and break the hold that she had on him. If she held on he'd end up smacking the ground hard moaning in pain.

If he got free he'd quickly turn and wrap his arms around her waist and snap her back into a german suplex sending her flying into the mat.

Eliza had come to believe that for most actions there were reactions, reactions that varied depending on what the action was. She wasn't very much into philosophy, preferring a more "Think what you want." sort of approach to it. Still she was a bit older and wiser now.

Still Valyn had gotten a chance to recover, that was his action. Well part of it anyway, and the second part was to quickly alter his body the instant he got the free head. And then Eliza had her back to him, Ms Harenwood could have attempt a pele kick ala AJ Styles. But Valyn was just a bit quicker to the draw it seemed.

For the British aristocrat found herself with Valyn's arms wrapped around her waist, and she was sent overhead for a German suplex. Eliza knew the move, but hadn't really encountered it in the ring with her past matches. And so she paid the price with that situation, and her reaction was when she got slammed down was to groan aloud and slump to the mat once Valyn let go. Eliza was stunned for the moment, as she had been taken aback by this counter.

Valyn laid on his back taking in a quick breath after he had sent Eliza flying over head into the mat. He knew, she could of countered if she had been quicker, but he had got lucky and caught her off guard. He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up surveying his opponent on the ground.

He'd move over to her downed form deciding it was time to go for something a little bit different than he morally did. If she was on her back he'd roll her on to her stomach but if she was already on her stomach and get onto her back. He'd take her by the arms pulling them up over her knees and then would cup her chin in both his hands and would pull back while keeping his body weight on her back putting her into a camel clutch.

Eliza knew that thanks to Valyn's German suplex all the momentum she was building had just been snuffed out like a candle. It was like a proverbial needle scratch cutting off Eliza's music, and Ms Harenwood knew it was most likely going to get worse from here. At least before it could get better.

To try and at least relieve some of the pain shooting through her body Eliza rolled to her belly, and started taking deep breaths. Ms Harenwood knew it, Valyn wasn't going to just sit back and let her get this done. So he virtually sat on her back, and started to cup her chin and set her up for a camel clutch.

Eliza knew that this was only going to make things worse, and Ms Harenwood grimaced before hissing out with "D-Damm you...." Eliza tried using her hands to try and make Valyn's hands move, before gritting her teeth and trying to claw her way forward as much as she could towards the ropes. Now was the time to try and weather the storm.

Valyn ket up the pressure on the hold as she started to claw her way towards the ropes. He knew that sh'e make it, though it was going to be painful for every inch she got. Still he'd rather prolong her in a submission hold and wear her out even more.

With a quick move he'd let her go though quickly turning to grab her legs pulling her back from the ropes a bit, then putting her into a boston crab. It was a little risky because she could get out of it, but if he locked it in it would put a good deal of pressure onto her back now.

Eliza knew that oftentimes should the momentum be taken from her, and the pace of the fight wasn't directed by her. Oftentimes it meant that unless Eliza could persevere and turn the tables it would spell defeat for Ms Harenwood. Still time had taught her to take more of a beating than she had in her debut in Tension.

So with that in mind Eliza had kept going, gritting her teeth and trying to inch forwards. It would be uphill, but it was the only thing that Ms Harenwood could do at that juncture. She had expected Valyn to try and milk this for all it was worth, had the roles been reversed Eliza would have done so.

But still it was surprising to see that Valyn was attempting to alter his hold on her, no doubt intending to try and attack Eliza's legs. They were her main weapon in battle, so much so that she had even taken insurance on them in case they got broken. So as soon as Eliza felt Valyn make an attempt to grab her legs she instantly turned around onto her back to use try and kick her opponent away. If she succeeded in doing this Eliza would roll back from Valyn to create some distance and at the same get to a vertical position.

Valyn, knew it was a risky gambit from the start, so if came as no shock when she got free. He was able to get his arms up absorbing the shock from her kick. Though it did stun him long enough for her to to roll away.

He thought about quickly following up on his assault, bUT it was still just a spar. This was a time to try new things and take risks.

He'd calm his breathing down as she got back to her feet and get back into a fighting stance. He was enjoying himself, ready to see what else Eliza could do.

Eliza was intent on trying to keep the offense going, that was what she was best with. Else Ms Harenwood knew that victory would elude her, the pace of the fight was how Eliza rolled in battle. Her strikes were a thing of beauty often, being able to hit her opponent from almost anywhere.

With that in mind the British aristocrat took a deep breath, getting herself ready. She sized up Valyn, and quickly pondered how to go about this. The obvious thing was to just rush right at him, but maybe he'd expect that. Or Eliza could do that, only use her blinding speed to take him by surprise.

No this called for some flashy offense, it was risky. Much of what Eliza did was risky in battle, but the reward could well be worth it. With that in mind Ms Harenwood made to bum rush right at Valyn....

Only she moved past him, Eliza was a blur of black and red. Heading right towards the ropes Eliza lept right onto the middle one, and in mid air Eliza would adjust her body to try and swing her leg into Valyn's head for a disaster kick just like Cody Rhodes.

Valyn was waiting for his opponent, considering what she might do. He knew that she was going to go right into the assault. He considered starting into his own assault again as well, but he was more curious about what Eliza was going to do.

So as she bummed rushed right at him, it really didn't catch him off guard he had expected something like this. Though the moment she breezed right past him, that was the moment he was surprised. In an instant though, pure instinct took over and he moved quickly.

He had no counter at this point, but he quickly spun around his hands already coming up to his head. It was a gamble as she could of came in at his stomach. IT paid off though, as the legs crashed into his arms, pain shot through his arms as his feet went out from under him and he hit the ground. His head smacked the canvas but it was better than her legs hitting him.