Eliza Harenwood vs Drake "Domino" Vyril

Eliza was being grabbed and tossed to the nearest turnbuckle, although she was thankful Domino wasn't using the chance to unload more strikes onto her. And besides she could perhaps turn it to her advantage, bust out some high flying moves.

Ms Harenwood let momentum carry her over to the turnbuckle, and then began to scale it with her arms and legs. Hoping to plug whatever Domino had in mind by leaping off the turnbuckle with an impromptu moonsault, hoping to plow right into him. But if she missed Eliza would land hard on the canvas wincing in pain as her red leather corset did little to shield her from it.

Domino was hoping the force of the toss would be enough to keep the girl winded, but apparently she's more spry than he gave her credit. As she scales the turnbuckle, he moves in to try and intercept! But the blonde is already in the air, flipping over once in a moonsault. Her upper-body collides with his upside-down, bearing him down to the mat beneath her. His face is pressed to her belly, chest to chest. The impact knocks the wind out of his sails, and he lies sprawled beneath her.

The ref immediately drops beside the pair to see if the girl is going for a pin!

Eliza was thankful to have connected with that attack, unusual offense often allowed her to gain the edge. In truth she was kinda glad to have not botched that move, hadn't much practice going top rope with any fancy shit yeah.

When the ref moved close Eliza had gotten off Domino, instinct told her that you should never go for a pin early on in the match. Not unless your gonna fingerpoke of doom it with your opponent, she fell out her chair laughing at that she did.

Ms Harenwood rolled to one side, looking up at the lights and taking a deep breath. After a couple of seconds of doing that Eliza would get on her knees and use the ropes to get herself back up.

Domino continued to lie there on the mat, dazed for a few seconds. It isn't until Eliza's starting to get up that he finally shifts onto his knees, jaw set and gaze affixed to the blonde. With her standing so close, he has to try to sneak in something to start taking back the momentum. So he fires a quick couple punches towards her belly, hoping to soften her up, his free hand moving to her thigh to try and keep her in place.

"Got some fancy moves.. but s'my turn!"

Domino certainly recovered fast, although it was still early in the match so of course he'd be fresh. But Eliza really wished he'd knock if off with the strikes, but Ms Harenwood figured she'd have to try and make him stop.

Given his location of how he was on his knees Eliza hoped to seize the opportunity, considering he had one hand on one of her legs. She figured it was time for some more unique attacks.

The ballroom girl lifted her other leg high and over Domino, attempting to hook the back of her leg around his neck and then slam it down to attempt a submission hold. Although they were rather near the ropes, but it was worth a try nonetheless.

Those shots to the midsection fail to make an appreciable impact, leading Domino to... frown. Indeed, the splash had been a good hit, but they're only just starting. It'll take a lot more than that to put an end to the young model.

Eliza snaps her leg down again, forcing Domino back onto the mat. But as she suspected, his legs immediately reach to hook around the bottom rope. "Persistent.. aren't you..?," he mutters. His fingers grab at her thighs, digging into her stockings to attempt prying her legs loose.

Eliza's stockings were getting dug into, prompting the ballroom girl to frown. She was in the middle of letting go of Domino anyway once his legs reached the ropes, but still. Being the aristocratic girl Eliza was she...

"Hey! Those stockings are custom made for my legs! Quit that!" Eliza protested, she was one to try and keep up her appearance. Thank god her parents didn't watch this show or else they'd be shaking their heads at her ruining her outfit.

Ms Harenwood knew she didn't want to be stuck in the corner for very long, so she tried to leap over Domino and move to the center of the ring. She figured it was best this way right now, moving with her magnificent thighs as she tried to get over Domino in the non dating sense.

Get over him? Why, she's barely begun to get to know him~!

Or, that's what Domino would retort. Instead, he's stuck feeling a mixture of guilt and skepticism as she bounds over him to alight in the middle of the ring without molestation. "I.. err.. sorry?," he offers as he clambers to his boots, hands gripping the middle ropes. "Y'look great, don't get me wrong... but maybe don't wrestle in delicate clothes?"

His head tilts slightly to the side, a few wisps of black bangs drifting from his right eye. The audience has just no idea what to make of this, but they're ready for the action to kick up again. Domino can feel that urgency to get things moving. And so, that's exactly what he does. But at this point, he realizes he might have to be a little unconventional with her. Suddenly, the spry teen is in motion, dashing towards her only to juke to the right and spring into the air. Boots touch bottom rope, and he springs, body twisting in the air with the intent to deliver a swinging, springboard shining wizard from his knee to the side of her head.

"Delicate clothes?! Red leather isn't...Gah!" Eliza yelped as Domino lept into the air and struck his knee into her noggin, the ballroom girl was too busy retorting to his comment and was taken aback by his agility. It would have reminded her of herself to be honest, although with somewhat less grace.

"ooohhhh...." Eliza groaned out as she flopped to the side, her right arm moving to her head to try and numb the pain. She was stunned for the time being, Eliza's mind being rocked.

The motion ends with Domino dropping to a knee beside the girl, who thankfully tanked that hit right on the head. And seeing her dazed state, he opts to take as much advantage as possible! He pushes at her to try and force her down onto her front and quickly goes to mount over her rear. Leaning forward, he goes to loop his left bicep under her chin, the right hand guiding her right wrist to his left hand in order to secure it.

Once everything is in place, he rears back to arch the girl backwards, putting strain along her spine. "That's why a lott'a wrestlers don't wear much. Less to get ruined. And you're not as distracted. Unless you're too busy checking out your opponent~," he muses to her with a playful lilt.