Ithacles did what most wrestlers do when they take a pop in the face. He shot right in for the legs. Someone expecting it might have been able to plant a knee into his forehead but Red Coat was used to bareknuckling. The prince scooped the man quickly behind both knees, drove his shoulder through his stomach, and put him roughly on the dirty floor.
They scrambled for a second but Ithacles was the more experienced grappler. It didn't matter that Red Coat had tangled both his legs around one of his; he was already slamming them down. Elbows. One after the other. Big crushing blows of his forearm, down and down and red soaking wet. He split the man's brow with a good slashing push of one of the elbows.
Ithacles decided to get up before someone decided to help. After one more push down into the man's head, more to disorient him than anything, Ithacles postured up and escaped back onto his feet. The crowd roared as the bloody brawler still left on the floor lashed out with a nasty upkick. Ithacles took it in the stomach and was pushed back.
Now they were back where they started. Standing up and circled by a ring of jeering lunatics.