Cyber Saturday 2023 - Eliza Harenwood vs Miss Penance

The crowd gave a huge, collective gasp of surprise there as they heard the blow connect. Eliza's leg smacking into Penance's head could be heard from even at the very back in all honesty, that was one thing that you could always expect from the British aristocrat. Her being able to bring her legs to the playing field and cutting the enemy down to size. Eliza had felt that strike connect and honestly?

That was likely in the top ten most impressive blows Eliza managed to cinch there, she lay on the mat there breathing hard and fast. Blowing a strand of her blonde hair away as she panted quietly, that nearly took as much out of her as it must have for Penance surely. Eliza felt that smack of her leg against her opponent's head after all, glancing upwards to see her handiwork and the goggles discarded Eliza knew that had to be a good blow.

Scrambling into an upward position the dancing passion would crawl to Penance and attempt to cinch her into a dragon sleeper/bodyscissors combo, it was time to put the squeeze on the pinkette and make her know the pain of missing your steps against the Harenwood.

"Ughh... damn it...!" Penance could only groan, as she realized that the last of energy was gone to her, as Eliza crawled onto her.

Before she knew it, her body was being cinched. It was those legs that were trying to crush some of Penance's bones, which she hated from Eliza. Oh that woman and her legs.

For some credit, if she had some of her stamina left, she wouldn't hesitate to smack her shoulder into Eliza's face.

"I should've crushed your head with my thighs! How would YOU like it, bitch!?" She can't tap out now, she knew how to handle submission modes! Penance was trying to kick with her legs, where she can feel one of her fists loose. The only problem was that her hand was struggling to find a target, while her body was being squeezed of any life force.

Eliza wasn't unaware of the victory condition of the match despite the length it had undergone, she could smell the proverbial blood in the water here and the dancing passion was trying to grapple with this pink crocodile that was Miss Penance. The British aristocrat would admit that Penance was indeed a struggler here though.

The pinkette was quite the tough customer and Eliza had hoped that mixing in a arm based hold combined with her legendary legs would be a worthwhile endeavour. Still Penance would talk smack and actually manage to get some shots off on the British dancer there.

"Tch." Eliza hissed out, the crowd would then start to chant a phrase. "Roller! Roller! Roller!" and the dancing passion would smirk with a rather evil glint in her eye. She'd seem to shuffle backwards, seemingly abandoning her dragon sleeper and bodyscissors........only to then try and swoop up her impressive legs and get Penance's head trapped right between the thighs! It was now a headscissors, but a headscissors from the dancing passion was no easy thing to survive.......

The pain junkie still had her ears exposed, so when she heard the audience begin to chant, she didn't know what Eliza was planning.

Roller?

Was she trying to pin her onto her chest? Penance was trying to figure out a strategy. Maybe when she was rolled onto her chest, she was trying to use her back to lift Eliza into a pin. Eliza was starting to shuffle backwards. Penance can feel her grip loosening.

Maybe she found an opening. Maybe if she can crawl to the ropes to help herself up, she can try to get one good last laugh against Eliza.

Unfortunately, Penance immediately felt something else at her head and neck. The familiar feel of Eliza's toned thighs were now trying to either choke Penance out or try to crush her head. Penance was willing to believe that Eliza was trying to crush her head like a watermelon.

NOT GOOD. OH FUCK FUCK.

Penance immediately shifted her hands and arms towards trying to pry Eliza's thighs off her head and neck, but she can tell the pressure from getting pinned with Eliza's thighs were doing a number on the rest of her energy.

Well Penance was in it deep now, Eliza had managed to get her legs cinched tightly around Penance's neck. This was arguably the worst place you could find yourself when you were fighting the dancing passion, the strikes her legs could deliver were one thing. But the intense pressure your neck would be facing when locked in with them? That was another thing entirely. Even the warriors of Friction would know the power of them!

The crowd would holler and yell as Eliza got the headscissors secured there, Miss Harenwood would tightly squeeze Penance's neck with them and flex her thighs. The crowd were getting restless now, in fact they were chanting "Roller! Roller! Roller!" as they often knew Eliza was liable to do a particular move. It was the Ballroom Roller!

"I have you now! Yield or be choked out!" Eliza would state with clear intent as she'd then squeeze her thighs as tightly as she could, followed by then starting to roll around from side to side pencil style with Penance secured in her legs to add incredible disorientation in addition to the choking out!

Oh, the nerve of this bitch.

If she yielded, she embarrass herself in front of everyone.

Eliza doing the whole crocodile rolling, while Penance was being squeezed at the neck wasn't helping.

"I'll claw your eyes out, if you make me yield!"

Penance tried to start slamming her hand against Eliza's chest to get her to release her legs from her neck, but Penance was starting to get choked out hard.

For her, the lights looked like they were dimming..

Eliza would admit that she had often enjoyed the feeling of being able to entrap her opponents in her submission holds, where they couldn't escape and she knew that victory would surely dawn upon her now. The dancing passion would hear Penance's words and huff quietly to herself there, well that was to be expected of the pinkette now after Eliza's stint with her in the ring. The British aristocrat would then simply say "Then so be it!"

With that Eliza would continue her rolling around on the mat, with Miss Penance entwined and entrapped betwixt her powerful legs. The crowd would holler and even sing an orchestral song as she rolled and shimmied about with Penance there, no doubt ensuring that the pinkette would be swiftly taken to unconsciousness.

Still Eliza would inwardly admit that sticking to her guns as it were was admirable in a sense, perhaps she might extend that outward to her opponent should this hold bring about the end of the bout!

Oh god damn it.

It was going to suck.

And it did.

Eliza would do nothing, but roll around on the mat with Penance being forced to turn her body in Eliza's direction, like a crocodile going for a deathroll. It didn't help that the audience ended up on Eliza's side and started singing some god awful noise from an orchestra.

All the while with Juniper kicking her legs out and scrambling to attempt to scratch at Eliza.

Son of a...

The lack of oxygen began to kick in. Juniper couldn't think straight. Her body went weak and limp. She knew that this was going to be a defeat, but she had to go out strong.

Eventually, the audience can see that Juniper's legs stopped kicking and her grip loosened.

The referee forced Eliza to stop, when they saw that Juniper was unconscious.

Miss Penance was well within dreamland at the moment. She figured that the hand touching her neck to feel her pulse was the referee or even her girlfriend Clover. Clover was going to take it seriously now that her girlfriend got choked out.

Back at the real world, the referee gave the verdict to Eliza and the audience.

"KNOCKOUT!"

Well that was settled, Penance wasn't escaping there and before long thanks to Eliza's powerful thighs the pinkette was getting a one way ticket booked right to the shadow realm! Eliza was keeping her focus more on keeping the rotations going and taking Penance for a trip around the ring, as such she was unaware that her opponent was taken out of commission there. The ref would get hold of Eliza and indicate to her that Penance was defeated there. Eliza being the professional face that she was would swiftly untangle her legs from her opponent and elegantly roll backwards into a standing position.

The bell rang and Ballie De Batalla would begin blaring from the speakers there. Eliza would run her hands through her hair there and relax, she breathed deep, she lowered her shoulders. It was done now. The battle concluded. The ref would approach Penance and check her before trying to rouse her with some smelling salts, while Eliza would gather her things. Adorn herself with her dress and masque as it were, were Penance to be roused back to a state of self awareness Eliza would look at her and state "You fought well. Rest though, farewell." being ever the respectful aristocrat that she was.

Within that void of black, where Juniper can drift off and contemplate her failure, she knew it would happen.

She didn't know how long she was out. Maybe a couple of minutes.

In the long tunnel of light, she can hear what sounded like more classical music. Was it classical? Sounded more modern.

Something was rousing her awake. She rather sleep. Weren't they supposed to put her on a gurney, so they can patch her up? How is she getting herself awake?

The light became brighter. Not heaven, of course. The ref had some ammonia on them.

Eliza had slipped back into her dress and masque, preparing to depart. Such a face, wasn't she?

Juniper flashed a thumbs up, even though she wanted to pass out again. Jesus Christ, her body just had nothing in her to activate her drive.

"Yeah, great game and all that stuff.."

Juniper managed to get that smile in her to show Eliza.

"Not a Tension gal myself, but you can send some of your folks over.. I can always give them a show.."

That was the best thing that made Juniper feel like she was on good terms on Eliza.

Quota fulfilled!!!

One second later, Juniper immediately slumped back onto the mat, lying down.

The ref got the smelling salts again, but Juniper swatted them away.

"It's a long day and I need a nap as a reward here..."

MATCH CONCLUDED - WINNER: ELIZA HARENWOOD