Eliza Harenwood vs Kevin Derek. Battle of the blondes.

Based off of Kevin's reaction, he had no clue just what hit him. Thanks to Eliza's dancing background she was able to skilfully tumble in response to her opponent's hurricarana, roll with the punch so to speak. When it came to using your lower limbs, no one in Tension did it better than the dancing passion. The fans loved it, those legs of Eliza's which could go on for days.

Heck the dancing passion sorted of amazed herself at times, but still in the heat of the moment the stage could be set for daring acts of agility and heroicness. Eliza as she got to her knees ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath soon thereafter. She knew that with that attack anything that Kevin hoped to build was now gone, and the strike to the head furthered Ms Harenwood's plan.

Feeling like pressing her luck Eliza was going to try and flip Kevin over, and quickly mount his chest. Pinning his shoulders down to the mat the dancing passion was attempting for a pin, perhaps the blows to Kevin's head would be enough to distract him from the 3 count. And if not then it could at least send a message to him, if it wasn't already delivered in the form of a kick to the head that is.

Body a little wobbly when Kevin pressed up to his hands and knees after the head shot.  Ring shaking around in front of him for a moment due to the head shots and then.....

"WHOAP!"

Quickly finding himself looking up at the arena ceiling after Eliza rolled his muscled body over and then ....

"UNNNN"

Her tight dancer body moves into a mount on top of his upper body.  Kevin moving more out of instinct when he hears the 1 slap against the mat beside his head.  His toned core legs and neck responding together to pop up high with a snap bridge to send his opponent flailing around and also breaking the count.

Eliza had thought to herself that could have been it, the strikes to Kevin's head had started to pile up. And Ms Harenwood knew that, it didn't matter how strong one was. You could only take so many attacks to the head before keeling over from the pain, to the dancing passion that was the target. Everything else was just the build up to the finale.

But Kevin still had fight in him, that much was obvious. Because he dug down and managed to get himself out of the pin attempt, getting his toned shoulders up and to break the count. And what's more Kevin managed to get up high and take Eliza with him, the young woman hadn't had this happen to her before in her battles against men.

"Wuah!" Eliza shouted, but thankfully Kevin wasn't coordinating right it seemed. Her opponent more focused on just flailing the young woman around with his upper body strength. But Eliza would get free and land on her side, rolling a little away from the man. But the dancing passion smelled blood, and as she rose back up she'd try to quickly deliver a shot to the side of Kevin's right leg as he fully stood up. It wasn't aimed precisely or anything like that, it was more of a simple strike. Still it did leave a risk of course given the close proximity.

Kevin escapes the pin from his quick and admittedly skilled opponent but struggling to gain any advantage from the bridge toss of her body off of his.  

"GRAHHHH ...."

Growling some out of frustration at Eliza's speed with his hands reaching for her but missing.  His body able to get back up fairly quick though since the effects of the earlier head shots have faded and he turns toward his very close opponent.

"AAAARRRHHHHHH...."

His face wincing from a quick kick connecting with his thigh, but Kevin isn't exactly new to the ring and is able to snare his opponent's sexy leg and just pin it against his thigh with his right arm.  Flashing a quick wink at Eliza, Kevin twists his left hip in toward her to put bending pressure on her right knee and does a simple, smooth sweep of her supporting leg to drop her to her back.

Eliza was wanting to play things her way, to control the tempo and pacing of the battle. Ironic given how she often let her partner when dancing take the lead, the men were usually eager to win the heart of Ms Harenwood. But quite often they simply ended up falling flat on their face and suffering the slings of the fellow British aristocrats, wrestling was a different matter however. As time went on in her career in Tension Eliza learned that she couldn't do that, oftentimes it was best to take the fight right to the enemy.

Sure it did leave Eliza open for punishment, but again as time went on she managed to achieve better endurance. And didn't blow away like a flower in a hurricane, at least not as easily as last year. With the recent success in this match the dancing passion felt confident in continuing her attack on Kevin.

Still though Kevin wasn't a training dummy and wasn't just going to stand and take the moves, although odds were there was fans in the crowd that would have surely done so. But Eliza's opponent had gotten hold of the young woman's attacking leg, and had swept Ms Harenwood's other leg out from beneath her. If Kevin had been a second slower odds were that the dancing passion would have swung up her other leg right into his head, but now this wasn't looking good. After giving a grunt in response to hitting the mat Eliza would try to quickly start struggling, moving back and trying to get her leg free. She knew that whatever her opponent had in mind it probably wouldn't be good for the British dancer.

"GRRRR .. HOLD STILL GIRL!"

Half taunting and half serious as Kevin struggles to hold onto Eliza's left leg while she squirms and pulls against it with her butt on the mat.  Just shaking his head in a NO motion as he regrips a little higher on the calf and then steps in and across her leg to bend it at the knee.

Big smile forming on his face as he finishes the turn to get the first necessary portion complete for his variation of a classic figure 4 leglock.  Holding in place for a moment...

"Sexy legs Eliza ... let's see if they like my Pretzel Fun hold shall we"

Finishing with a quick wink and then dropping down to his butt to try and finish locking down one of his favorite holds on his British opponent.

Eliza knew that in her current position Kevin was most certainly going to attempt a submission, frankly the dancing passion knew that something like this was bound to happen. Given how she often relied on her lower body limbs thus far in the battle, Eliza had been piling on the strikes and was sure she was whittling down her opponent.

Kevin however now held the advantage, he knew that and so did Eliza. And the man had applied a sort of figure 4 leg lock, something that Ms Harenwood wasn't going to look forward to at all. Instantly the young woman loudly winced, she had in the past put this hold to use against her opponents. However here she wasn't the one applying the hold, rather she was the one it was being used against.

"Ghrn...." Eliza hissed out, she knew that right now it wasn't looking too good. The ring positioning wasn't in her favour, that part was clear with the ropes distance. But the dancing passion knew that the longer she remained in this hold the harder it'd be for her to apply her signature techniques.

With that in mind the young woman would try to start rocking the boat so to speak, the figure 4 was effective no doubt. But if the bodies were flipped onto their bellies then the pressure would reverse, trying to crawl to the ropes might expunge too much effort. The match had gone on for a bit now, and Eliza was starting to feel the sweat dripping down her neck. Better to try and counter the enemy rather than attempt a mad dash to the ropes and waste further energy if she could help it.

Eliza's squirming around was somewhat troublesome to deal with, but Kevin was pretty much an expert at this particular hold with it being one of his signatures.

"Hold Still ... It won't hurt .... for long."

Flashing a quick wink at his opponent and then getting his knee to lock across her ankle to secure the figure 4. Face starting to smirk up into a full on smile as his legs flex their initial pulse and his trapped prey's face quickly contorts.

"GOTCHA!"

Yelling out but then quickly dropping to his own back and spreading his arms trying to block the roll over. His crafty Brit dancing girl opponent quicker than most at figuring out the potential reversal to this hold. His body turned up onto it's side before he get things stabilized for a moment with his head shaking in a NO motion and his body trying to rock back over to his back.

Eliza knew that this was going to be akin to a war of attrition, most submission holds were. The dancing passion was no stranger to holds like this, after getting the enemy knocked down thanks to her fantastic striking ability submissions were often what the young woman went with. Kevin was making a good decision here, attacking the lower limbs of Eliza. Seeing as how she relied on them, not as much as she used to but still. It might have been better had he done so earlier however, because the young woman had scored several key hits on the skull of her opponent.

Ms Harenwood knew that she needed to try and escape the hold, it was already causing pressure onto her legs. She knew the hold well, and seemingly so did her opponent. Eliza was planning to rock the boat so to say, if she could just get on her belly then the hold would be reversed and transfer the pressure back to Kevin. But again Kevin was on it, trying his damn best to keep the dancing passion where he wanted her.

Gritting her teeth Eliza was starting to feel a little desperate, maybe it was just because her legs. Her pride and joy was being targeted, they even had insurance taken out on them. It was time to call upon that flexibility that the dancing passion was known for, she quickly got her arms so that her elbows were up and her palms on the mat. To prop herself up more vertically, that would be sure to help her in flipping over to her belly. But still Kevin was going to have the ropes not too far from him, so he could probably make a quick escape should the counter occur. However all Eliza cared about was making her escape.

"NNNGHHH ... NO YOU .. NNNN .. DON'T"

Kevin yelling in defiance of the turn but from the fan's perspective it's unclear whether it's to convince his opponent or himself with Eliza making quick progress toward completing the reversal.

His upper body flexing with pecs, abs and biceps pressing tight against the skin.  The young swimmer's leg muscles tensed up tight to put pressure into the submission hold he calls pretzel fun to try and get as much out of it as possible.

Fans on their feet as they watch the battle play out and one yells out ....

"Here it goes ... he's past the half way point"

Kevin glares at the play by play correspondent at ringside but also realizes the reality of the comment.  He feels his body pivoting past the turning point due to Eliza's high press with her arms.

"ARRGHHHHH .... "

His face contorted as the turn is complete and he is face down on the mat with the pressure of the figure 4 now on his own legs.  His expertise in locking the hold in tight now working against him as he struggles to try and unlock his legs from his opponents.  Hand reaching out for the ropes after a few seconds trying to get to it.