Eliza Harenwood vs Kevin Derek. Battle of the blondes.

They say desperation was a hell of a drug, sure it could lead to one making the wrong decision. But it also helped at times when something had to be done, something important. And in Eliza's case it was getting the hell out of this current hold, Kevin might have had good legs due to his background in swimming. But Ms Harenwood had prevailed thanks to her flexibility, honed from years of dancing practise. And in drawing on that the young woman had managed to reverse the hold.

This was no doubt causing pressure onto Kevin's own legs now, exactly what Eliza had intended. Of course it wasn't going to last, and that didn't bother the dancing passion. So long as the young woman mitigated the damage done to her precious legs, that was all that mattered to Ms Harenwood. Reversing the pressure onto her opponent was just a nice bonus.

Sure enough though the enemy managed to make his way to the ropes, and the ref girl prompted the dancing passion to release the hold. And instantly Eliza did so, promptly crawling away from the enemy soon after. Once Ms Harenwood did so long enough away from Kevin she'd turn to look at him, and sigh before slowly getting herself back up.

Holding to ropes for a few extra seconds after the release; the grip and his squeeze on the ropes helping to let the short lived yet acute pain in his own legs fade. Kevin's face looking a bit more serious now as he uses the ropes to pull back to his feet. A bit worn from the match but mostly frustrated and off his game due to Eliza's expert escape from what he thought was the match winning hold.

Silent for the first time in the exchange of holds in the bout and cautiously keeping his distance from the whirling dervish opponent between the ropes with his toned yet somewhat ineffective body in this round. One quick nod as Kevin steps out and goes back into a crouch to signal ready.

Eliza knew she just escaped a dangerous situation, if she wasn't in a wrestling match then the woman would pat herself on the back. But this match was still going on, and it seemed that Kevin was rather annoyed that Ms Harenwood managed to escape from his hold. Seeming actually serious now, and this time it was the dancing passion's turn to smirk.

"Heh, legs of steel. Eh Mr Kevin?" she muttered while twirling a strand of her hair. The roles were reversed for the moment, although the dancing passion wasn't going to contemplate on that any further. Eliza's legs hurt a bit, that much was apparent. Still she knew that if she was kept in that hold for a prolonged amount of time it would near certainly spelt doom for the British woman.

Now though Eliza still needed to remain wary, Kevin did seem annoyed. That could be used against him, although it could just as easily push him to try and cheat his way to victory. Still it put him on notice, and the dancing passion was thinking of what was the best way to get at her opponent. And Eliza decided to be aggressive now, moving right to her crouching opponent and grabbing him by the nearest arm and yanking him forward and up for an Irish whip right to the ropes behind her. It was time to lead this dance.

Kevin's mind working to determine his strategy ... his next offensive move to get in on the sexy, quick dancing Brit in front of him. Quick cracking his knuckles as he steps forward still in the crouch and then his body tenses up full with Eliza going out of her usual style and pressing in on him.

Remaining silent as he starts to retreat to get his mind around the change of tactics but UNNNN .... his arm snared by her and a surprising amount of force from her smaller body sends him on his feet into the near side ropes.

His arms try to catch the ropes to stop his from rebounding back toward his opponent but can't get a quick enough grip and he springs back toward her a bit out of control from the momentum of the quick irish whip.

Eliza was intent on trying to press the situation and turn it to her favour, she had narrowly avoided being overcome by the pain from Kevin's signature move. In light of this Ms Harenwood was going to be starting the offence, that was how she operated. Being on the attack and controlling the pacing of the fight was the main strategy of the dancing passion, and that Irish whip to her opponent was the kicker. The key to building up to the finale, at least in Eliza's eyes.

Of course the Irish whip to the ropes was going to be followed up by the British woman, and the attack Eliza had in mind was going to be impressive to be sure. She would start to pirouette spin, relying again on her ballet background to execute the spin properly. It was twice in a row, the spins were going to be followed by a jumping kick. Aimed right at the side of Kevin's head, the momentum from her expertly applied rotations would add extra force to her kick. Adding the movement speed from Kevin returning from the ropes, and it would be a highly powerful attack. It was risky though, but that's what you got with something like this. All or nothing.

Kevin watching his opponent's spin as she is perpetually graceful in the ring during this match and seems to be on the ballroom floor instead of locked in a wrestling match.  His body fighting to get back under control as he moves toward the spinning body of Eliza.

His arms extend toward her looking to collide with her body without realizing he just fell into a trap and opened up his head as a clear, unobstructed target for the sexy dancer.  Eliza's body seems to spin up in slow motion like a top as Kevin's legs carry him closer to her and then her foot comes swirling around and connects squarely with his jaw and side of his head.

"WHOOAPPPPP ... UNNNGHHH"

Kevin's muscled body twists in the air from the impact to his head and lands face down on the canvas.  Motionless for several seconds with only his breathing moving his body around before he starts to press back up on his hands and knees.  His body up a couple of inches and then drops back down flat on the initial attempt to get up.

That was a decisive blow, a well aimed and well struck kick. There had been a loud slapping noise, like a human version of a thunder clap. Did Kevin even know what hit him there? If he did it would hurt like hell, that had to have been one of the best strikes Eliza ever delivered to an opponent. The spins, the elegance and the accuracy.

Ms Harenwood hoped there would be a GIF made out of that, or a meme or whatever the people called it. Eliza landed on her backside with a thud, though nowhere near as the one that Kevin made. With her opponent falling down hard like a sack of spuds, and the dancing passion wondered if her foe was KO'd. But no, there was still a small amount of fight left in him.

Taking a deep breath Eliza knew that victory was close for her, it was staring her right in the face in fact. The enemy was down on the ground, and when they were down on the ground Ms Harenwood knew what to go for next. A submission, and what better to use than one that involved the use of her legs. Getting to a crouching position Eliza quickly attempted to get close to Kevin, and get his neck area right between her legs. With him staring away from the groin area of the young British woman, this was called the ballroom roller. And the rolling came from the fact that after Eliza locked in Kevin's neck around her lethal legs, she'd start trying to roll herself and him in the hold to further disorient him.

"I have you Mr Kevin, yield!" Ms Harenwood would shout out, in a rather commanding tone one wouldn't usually hear from a polite woman such as her.

After falling back to the mat face down, Kevin battles with his own disorientation and his mind feels almost disconnected from his muscled body for several seconds more.

"HUNNNN ... What?"

His view changing as he is rolled onto his back and is looking up through slowly focusing eyes at the arena lights. Mental rebooting in process now and he feels warm, smooth skin brushing up against the sides of his neck.

"What ... what's going on?"

Kevin's muscled body tensing as he senses something more is going on. His hands come up exploring and trying to figure out his situation when the yell of the fans remind him of the competition he is locked in.

Eliza knew she had Kevin right where she wanted him, locked in a powerful submission hold. One that used her legs, it was a place that most. If not all of the fans of the dancing passion wished to be in, however one might be inclined to think otherwise after doing so. Ms Harenwood was often known for her striking capability, being able to hit you with her legs from wherever in the ring. And usually at just the right spot.

However the British woman was also developing a knack for deadly submissions, being the logical next step after whacking the shit out of her opponent. And ones that involved using her lethal limbs was always favoured, in this case a headscissors.

Already Kevin would be sure to feel the pressure that was involved in Eliza's legs constricting his neck, honed through years of dancing. The pressure was also assisted by the rotations of Ms Harenwood's body, it was an effective double whammy. And it all involved the powerful and stocking clad legs of Tension's classiest woman.

"Yield Mr Kevin! Yield or pass out!" Eliza shouted as loudly as she could, in a rather aggressive tone. Victory was close for the dancing passion, and she had learned to cling to it as best as one could.

Shaking off more of the haze from the hard head shots from his expert striking opponent now; Kevin realizes more and more about the situation he is in. It becomes clear that the smooth flesh surrounding his head is intent on doing harm as Eliza's impressive legs tighten and he gets locked into a headscissor variation that he doesn't recognize.

"ARRGGHHHH ..... LET GO!"

Yelling out as his opponent and then they start to roll. His arms and legs trying to block .... trying to stabilize them but the turns start 1, 2, 3. Rolling over and over across the ring and the movement is both dizzying and keeps Kevin busy trying to stop it rather than fighting to escape the pressure of the scissors. He starts to feel a strange sensation and dizziness from the creative variation.