Eliza Harenwood vs Yoske Ishimi - Dancing With The Stars

The second Yoske went down, the audience erupted in cheers.  Could she be the first one to knock the silent wall down?   It was difficult to determine.  However, despite what he had been through so far, he wasn't done yet.  Not even by a long shot.  But, he will buy some time to get his bearings in order.  Indeed she was powerful with her legs and had a lot of energy from what he could see.  But, there was always a limit.  Just finding it was the tricky part.

He felt Eliza's body press against his trying to keep his shoulders down.  This could be it.  The sound of skin on skin contact was legit enough to believe it was it.  The official slid near them to make the count:

"ONE!"  

Yoske remained still.  Not moving.  Playing opossum for the moment.  He needed to play this out correctly.  Give her the sense of hope that she could get another victim on her list.


'Wait for it...' he thought.

Yoske remained still--playing it out that he was dizzy, although partially true. The ref made the first mat slap. His senses coming back and the hazing fading. He kept his eyes closed for the time being to keep the dizzy spells down. At the same time, he started counting the seconds in his head before slap number two:

"TWO!"

He heard the hand slap the mat for a second count. He needed to time this just right. He waited for Eliza to relax while counting the seconds in his head calculating how much time he had before the third slap. With a little luck, he may surprise the audience and her at the same time. He thought he heard chanting from the crowd. He felt the energy from the crowd feeding him. The chants, the rhytmic claps. It sounded like they were starting to get behind him maybe?

The seconds were still being counted in his head. He needed to get the timing just right:

'2.6, 2.7...'

How Yoske reacted at this point depends on how Eliza had him pinned. If she was just on top of his chest it was a fairly easy tactic. At 2.7 seconds, Yoske would start to tense up his arms underneath the aristocrat. At 2.8 seconds, Yoske would try to use his physical strength to lift the aristocrat off of him. If all went well, Yoske would have tossed Eliza over his head and on to the mat effectively stopping the count close to 2.9 seconds before the final slap.

If it was a simple leg hook, Yoske would try to power himself out of it by a simple kick out close to the same time frame. Optionally, if they were close to the ropes, he could simply plant his foot on the bottom rope effectively breaking the count too.

In either case, the objective here was for Yoske to break the count and catch everyone by surprise. If he timed it just right, there may be a nice pop from the audience as a result.

There was a pop that followed after he kicked out.  Now on all fours, Yoske had his back turned to Eliza... if you would call it that.  He was gaining his footing back at this rate.  Pushing himself back to his knees.  Yoske took a second to soak in the energy the crowd was feeding him.  Slowly, building, but had a long way to go.  Eliza was indeed the fan favorite here, Yoske had a lot to show for his work.  

As Yoske pivoted his body around to stand, he was met by a sudden blur and his head trapped between Eliza's legs.  He felt the immense strength from her as he struggled to breathe, let alone couldn't pry her legs free from this position.  His hands feeling their way around to find the ropes but only grasping air.  His mind recalled the last time he had this happen fourteen years ago.  Back then he set her up for a powerbomb and she immediately shifted it into a legscissor submission.  He got out of it, but this one might be a little trickier to handle.

Slowly, Yoske felt the air sapping away--his arms reaching out with his muscles tensing up desperate for air and for aid.  Slowly, he started to fall forward providing more leverage for the dancing passion.  Was this it?  Certainly would be an embarrassment if it was.  First night back and he got his ass handed to him by someone faster than he was.  He wouldn't hear the end of that.  While struggling for air, Yoske tried to work out a few possible ways out.  The most obvious would be to do an improvised pin against her.  It was the quickest way to break the submission.  But the problem with that is Eliza still being unscathed while he was recovering.  So far, she was the dominant one in this bout and he needed to level the playing field.  Although she was fast and she had a lot of power in her legs, he was a physical powerhouse.  He doubt he could catch her off guard a second time, but with a little help from the fans, he might pull off a burst move.  First he needed to get the fans rallied behind him here.

Yoske felt the legs around his neck like a boa constrictor trying to squeeze the air out of him. Slowly, he felt himself fading away from the pressure. The fact that she had him locked in was impressive. Her speed gave her the clear advantage and she had the fanbase on her side. His arms slowly started to lower indicating how close he was to fading out. Already in his mind he was working out a few ways to get out of this. A powerbomb, a simple pin to break the hold. Yoske needed to get as much support as possible here. If he could get that, he may have a chance.

Slowly, his arms started to drape and go limp on the canvas. The referee seeing that as a sign that he was possibly out. If the referee dropped Yoske's hand three times, that would be it for him. Although Yoske did get his arm back up to rally the crowed for a final act of desperation. For what good it may have done. Yoske giving another effort to try and power his way out of her submission hold. Eliza's legs were indeed very strong. Yoske couldn't lose here though. Not tonight. His head trying to move around in her hold to loosen it if he could.