Eliza Harenwood vs Kira Tenshin

Eliza's elegant bodysplash hit it's mark, Eliza didn't weigh much of course. But still a splash was a splash, and Ms Harenwood had collided square and centre with that move. The crowd certainly enjoyed it, even more so as the ballroom girl resting on Kira's chest made her breasts seem more enhanced.

The ref was going to move in for a pin, however Eliza wasn't expecting what Kira would try in response. He had grabbed hold of the hair of the dancing passion, earning a loud wince from her. That hair had gone through a lot of combing and beauty care products and it was a shame to see it handled so. It was forcing Eliza off of Kira and into something of a kneeling position.

As Eliza made to grab Kira's arm with both hands though she was cut off by him chucking out a direct blow right to her head, Ms Harenwood grunted out loud and fell down to Kira's side. Eliza moved a hand to try and rub the area of the strike. "D-Damm you!" the ballroom girl would seethe out as she was open for the moment.

Kira managed to score his first hit of the match. Although the audience did not agree with Kiras rash and brash move. The audience would boo and hiss at Kira as he got onto his hands and knees. Looking down at his female opponent Kira would straddle the girls back, trying to pin her down, his position was however badly placed and it would not be hard to break free, his inexperience was starting to show.

He would bend down and try to pull her into a camel clutch. The only move he could really pull off. As he pulled back the audience carried on booing. After 30 seconds Kiras arms would begin to shake. Showing that he was struggling to maintain the hold. Something which Kira feared happening.

Eliza was staying strong, even if Kira managed to pull a couple of cheap shots on her. Since coming to Tension Ms Harenwood had gotten something of a pain tolerance, granted she was still a flower. But it was more well rooted so to speak, under Eliza's corset were some minor abs.

Ms Harenwood grunted as she felt Kira mount her back, he weighed about as much as a typical 6 foot guy would. That was to say quite a bit, and then he was cinching her into a camel clutch. Eliza let out some yelps of pain as she felt her chin and head getting cranked back.

The dancing passion pounded the mat a couple of times with a balled fist, not to signify that she was tapping. It was more out of pain and frustration, although Eliza noted that Kira's arms were feeling loose. Seeing this as a chance to try and do something Eliza tried to tilt her body around, crawling with her arms and trying to grab hold of the nearby bottom rope. Powering out of things wasn't Eliza's preference, so she tried to cause a rope break instead of wasting energy trying to claw at Kira's hands.

For Kira it was challenging enough to try and hold the hold. When Eliza started to buckle and move for the rope Kira had let go even before she grabbed the rope, rolling back a bit to protect himself from a rapid counter attack. It seemed almost as if he was getting tested to his limit Herr, even though the match had hardly gone on yet.

Clambering to his feet, Kira would be taking deep breathes, trying to ensure he had a steady flow of oxygen and secondly making sure he didn't panic by letting his heart rate soar. The last thing he needed right now was to hit the panic button and lose it all.

Eliza was thankful the ropes were close, it was important for the ballroom girl to not lose pace of the fight. She needed to be in control of it, it was just like navigating the soirees of Britain. Only here in the ring there was a lot more hitting each other involved of course.

But Ms Harenwood was rather perplexed at how Kira seemed to have just released her before she able to make the actual rope break, would it not have been more savvy to have just held on until the ref ordered Mr Tenshin to release her?

The dancing passion took a couple of seconds to compose herself, turning to eyeball Kira. Was he really out of breath already? Granted Eliza was a wee bit tired considering that he'd just cranked her neck and head back, perhaps he had a case of ring rust?

Regardless Eliza chose not to entertain any of those thoughts, she took a couple of deep breaths herself. And then stood up, shaking her legs to stretch them and remind Kira of who he was facing. "Well..." she said simply as she got herself ready to carry on.

Observing the female it began to dawn on Kira just how much trouble he was in. He had thought that this match was going to be an easy win to kick star the new year once he saw the girl originally. Now ot just seemed that things were not going his way. Watching the girl bend just seemed to erode his confidence more. Taking a single step forward he would try to use his legs as a weapon, throwing up his leg in a kick, trying to clamp her in jaw, however it was not an easy thing to do, requiring him to lean backwards to get the height for the kick. Missing this would be embarrassing.

Eliza didn't know much about Kira, aside from the fact that he was tall, dark and quiet of course. But she thought he was something of a rookie to be honest, but Eliza polite as she was chalked it up to just nerves. After all everyone got stage fright now and again, even the best did.

The dancing passion got herself ready for what might occur next, it was like chess after all. More physical though. Kira was going for a high kick, aiming right for the head of the ballroom girl. Eliza just barely managed to catch it in time, her eyes going wide as she blocked it by grabbing the bottom of Kira's shoe. Trying to take advantage of this situation Eliza tried to wrap her left arm around his leg, while trying to sweep him off his other leg.

If the dancing passion managed to do this then Eliza would try to wrap Kira's held leg around, and then sit down to try and apply a figure 4 leg lock. Although if Kira managed he could use his free leg to kick Eliza away and back near the ropes to get away.

It really did seem as if everything that Kira was doing tonight was destined to go wrong. He didn't want to look like a jobber but it really did seem to come across that way. Since then and this girl had been matched together he had come to realisation that one of two things were going on: either he was a lot worse than the officials had ranked him or, She had improved a hell of a lot during her hiatus. Kira was willing to believe that she had gotten a hell of alot better since she left.

Eliza was not the only one who had here eyes wide open when she managed to expertly avoid and grab the kick before Kira had time to react. It was almost as if Eliza had come right out of a marital arts movie. She didn't however waste any time in applying even more pressure and getting him onto the ground and into a powerful hold. The annoying thing for Kira was that he was practically powerless to stop her. Despite his height advantage, he was not heavy and hadn't developed much muscle during his training. When stuck in a lock like he was in now, Kira would find it impossible to try and escape, instead trying to call on his endurance to try and endure the hold. The match in Kira's head was now all about endurance. Losing was almost guaranteed in Kira's eyes, now it was a cause to try and avoiding losing too early and this becoming a career ender for him.

Eliza certainly had gotten a lot better, ever since her elimination from that tension battle royale. Everything was new about her, gone was the fresh rookie and now there was a lady of war. One that still had the flame of passion, yet it was now tempered into a potent blaze. Those in the audience could clearly tell that from the way Ms Harenwood was carrying herself, though the attire was still more or less the same she was now a new woman.

The dancing passion skilfully applied her figure 4, it was a move that she had done quite a few times in the past. Indeed it was one of her best moves seeing as how it involved the use of her brilliant legs, honed through years of dancing.

Eliza would continue to apply pressure through the hold, getting into it as best she could. Although after a minute or so Ms Harenwood would release the hold, she was wagering that something like that wouldn't stop a taller man like Kira. He most likely had more endurance than Eliza did, after all she was still a flower that could go flying in a harsh enough wind.

While the hold was only a minute long, to Kira, that felt like it was an eternity. When the hold was released he almost gave out a yelp of rejoice, but it came out more as a huff of breath. Kira did want to counter attack right away, however his mind had taught him that maybe waiting might help in this case. So far Eliza had shown to the crowd that she was by far the faster contender, leaving dust trails around Kira. Attacking rapidly would only give her time to turn the tables again... but then again, leaving it gave Eliza more time to prepare. Kira clearly had't thought this through enough.

It was however far too late now. He had almost rolled all the way into the ropes in a bid to put distance between the two of them, using the ropes as an aid to clamber back onto his feet, taking a few valued moments to judge his next move carefully. It did seem however that his mind was drawing a few blanks. Until a ambitious idea came into his head. If he pulled this off he might just get back into the game, fail though and it would put the final nail in the coffin. He would bounce backwards off the ropes, trying to propel himself forward, taking the next few steps with his feet as rapidly as possible, trying to ideally build up a large amount of momentum. When he was ready he would jump up, trying to perform a running jump kick to the girls chest. It was risky, if she was clever enough to side step it there was no telling what sort of damage she could do.