Eliza Harenwood vs Kira Tenshin

Eliza was certainly a fast one, and acrobatic too. Many people recalled the time where Johnny Higurashi first attempted to toss her over the ropes in the battle royale, Eliza grabbed the top rope and performed the splits to keep herself on the ring apron to avoid being eliminated then.

Following her releasing Mr Kira from the figure 4 Eliza was intent on trying to continue the pressure, after all her playstyle did revolve around trying to control the pace of the fight. Letting her build steam and momentum was a bad idea, even more so considering that she was more adapted to wrestling in the ring. Ms Harenwood was sizing Kira up as he clambered up the ropes to a vertical posture, which Eliza gave the man credit. Using them to do so was a wise move, and as he got up Eliza was beginning to move close. Taking a few bounding ballet steps to edge closer to Kira, and hopefully begin some more offense.

Or rather she would have, but once Eliza got close enough Kira lept up and brought both of his legs right up. Ms Harenwood was already moving and didn't have time to react, the dropkick whacking her right in the breasts. Eliza didn't even have time to yelp, she just flew back and landed hard on the ring canvas. Earning a loud groan from the dancing passion as she felt the pain, and Eliza was reeling from the attack and now had guard down.

For Kira this seemed to be the turning point. Well at least he had managed to land one decent attack. There was no doubt though that the move had hurt him too, crashing down onto the mat himself as he struggled to maintain any reassemble of control. Now it was a race to see who could get up first. In theory it should of been Kira, but he was still reeling from Eliza's past attacks, which had now stacked up on him and was causing his reactions to slow down as he was trying to recover. Kira's attack might of weakened Eliza for now though.

If Kira was lucky and he managed to get onto his feet first, he stumbled across to Eliza and bend down, which might of been a bad idea, but he did it anyway. Bending down he grabbed the girl by the hair and tried to pull her up to her feet. She wasn't exactly heavy, but it wasn't a cakewalk lift for Kira either, showing just how weakened he was. Trying to buy himself some time, Kira would try and Irish whip her across the ring and into the corner post, just to get her away from him and give him some more recovery time.

Eliza was trying to make sure her corset didn't fall down, the last thing the ballroom girl wanted was for her breasts to spill out. If that happened then Ms Harenwood would have likely dropped everything and fled backstage, never to appear for a month or so.

Kira got the ballroom girl good, she'd give him that of course. Eliza was trying to numb the pain, without trying to rub her breasts too much. The ballroom girl was trying to think of what to do next, her momentum and pacing had been totally cut off by Kira hitting a sour note onto this song.

And again the man insisted on grabbing the dancing passion by her hair! If it wasn't people trying to sit on her like a big red pillow then people tried to grab her by the beautiful mane! "L-Leave it alone dammit!" Eliza seethed out. Since coming to Tension Eliza had learned to lower her politeness a bit, and give the odd curse word here and there.

Kira would manage to toss her over to the nearest corner, with a good old fashioned Irish whip. Eliza was forced more or less to go along with it, the dancing passion grunted out as she landed into the corner. It wasn't looking good for Eliza, but Ms Harenwood was different now. She wasn't going to buckle under the pressure as easily as before.

This should of been the part where Kira charged forward and did some damage to the cornered female. His body however wouldn't let me move. Mainly there were two things stopping him: one, he was still tired, his chest was expanding and contracting a alarming rate, it seemed even the task of throwing her across the ring had worn him out more than it normally would of. Secondly Kira was scared. His current experience of the match had taught him that charging at the girl nine times out of ten resulted in a bad situation for him. charging at a girl who was cornered would not be a wise choice. Torn between what to do, Kira would settle for solidifying his stance, trying to buckle into a defensive posture so that he could protect himself. Maybe endurance was the way to win this match?

Eliza looked up as best she could, trying to see past the veil that her elegant blonde hair created when she had it down. Perhaps to go along with this new outfit and motif perhaps it would be best to in future tie her hair up so it didn't get in the way.

But the dancer was a bit surprised to see that Kira wasn't attempting to mount some kind of offense, usually people tried to just bullrush the dancing passion while she was stunned. And something told Eliza that Kira wasn't doing it out of chivalry, him grabbing her hair earlier was proof of that.

Him waiting only allowed Eliza to catch her breath, which was something you never wanted to do against her. It allowed the English aristocrat to regain her bearings, and sure enough she stood composed as she could be.

Eliza didn't bother saying any words to Kira, odds were that he wouldn't reply. Again furthering the tall and dark image. Ms Harenwood then took the chance to try and mount some offense, by trying to break into a cartwheel. In this motion Eliza would then wrap it up by having her back to Kira, where she'd try to fire out a jumping back elbow to Kira's head.

Kira was now regretting the idea of not attacking Eliza when she was stunned. Sure his body had locked up with fear, but now she had time to recover she had become twice as dangerous. The cartwheel was something that Kira was struggling to register in his mind. How was she able to do that while being so tired? The crowd went wild though, lapping up the excitement. Kira tried to prepare himself but it failed badly. Eliza had managed to smash her elbow into his face, elicit a pained groan from him. His body flew backwards from the impact, body slamming into the ropes and slumping down. He was clearly stunned from the power move, leaving him useless.

Eliza had performed cartwheels and other acrobatic moves on a near constant basis, it had been a part of her daily regime since she was young. After all it took grace and flexibility to dominate the ballrooms of England, and that training had carried over to Eliza's wrestling career.

The crowd was certainly in favour of the dancing passion, as they admired the new look and persona that Eliza now had. A blur of red, black and blonde. After nailing Kira hard with the cartwheel elbow, Eliza took a second to lay down on the mat. Before springing her legs up, further displaying her agility and grace.

After getting back up Eliza turned to look at her handiwork, it looked like Kira was knocked hard for a loop from that move. Ms Harenwood mused briefly on if she overdid it or not, but that wasn't important right now. Eliza made to move forward, trying to grab Kira by the legs and attempt to drag him away from the ropes. Then hooking one of his legs to go for a pin attempt right thereafter.

Kira had been blown back somewhat by the move. It most certainly wasn't turning out to be a very good moment for him. He was almost wishing that they had rounds in matches like this now. It was definitely becoming a rather problematic situation. Before Kira could come to, Eliza had already dragged him away from the ropes and hooked one of his legs to go for a pin.

The second the countdown started, Kira almost napped right back into his mind. Numbers meant the end, and Kira was not quite out of it yet. Granted, victory was impossible, but at least her could try his best ot drag it out and not end up losing so quickly. Sadly for Kira his offensive options were running out. He would try and crawl forward towards the ropes. There was no way he was going to make it over there if Eliza started resisting. He would curse at himself as he started to overwork his muscles, extracting every bit of energy he could to tug away, trying to break the pin or grab a rope

"God-damn let me go!" he would hiss in a strained voice.

Eliza was mentally grading herself as this match went on, and she believed she was doing quite well thus far. Those lessons she picked up during the holidays really appeared to be paying off, granted the main weapon of Ms Harenwood had and always would be those sword like legs of hers.

The dancing passion had now managed to get Kira into a pin, and the ref was on the one count. That is until the young man was struggling and managed to break up the attempt, it seemed that even after having his noggin clonked like that he was still not making it easy. Eliza would give him points for that, it showed how much one was willing to give for what they wanted.

"Hrmpph...." Eliza grunted out, the flamenco girl got on her knees and twirled a strand of her hair. Contemplating what to do next, Ms Harenwood decided to try and catch her breath. Eliza would wipe the beads of light sweat that formed on her forehead, and take slow deep breaths. Busting out a cartwheel into an elbow was impressive after all, but Eliza needed to make sure her brain was still in the right place in her head and that it had not jiggled about.

"Well Mr Kira....Satisfied?....." Eliza would say to him with a nod of her head as she began to get back up, taking it slow as she did so. Ms Harenwood did have burning passion, but yet sometimes the flame had to be fanned else it could spark out.

For Kira surviving was what was important now. He knew very well that winning was diminishing minute by minute. Instead he now needed to try and extend the match and avoid a early defeat. Kira also knew how difficult that was going to be. Eliza had hit him with some very good hits. Hits that were going to haunt him in the morning. His head was pulsating and throbbing still, his legs felt heavy and his chest was heaving trying to regulate his breathing. Getting out of the pin had cost him dearly too, the strength required was overwhelming. That's why Eliza's question to him caught him off guard. He was not expecting a question like that. Why would he be satisfied?

"Satisfied? I am barely surviving here. Another few minutes of this and I am toast" It wasn't until a second later had Kira noticed that he had given away a valuable clue as to how beat up he was. Okay, maybe it was not that valuable considering he was losing. The time for talking though was over. He may of been mute the entire match, but that was only to improve his focus. ow that there was not a focus to be had, he just went into charging mode. It may be crude, but if he was going to score a hit it had to be hard and fast. Kira would rush towards Eliza, leaping at her when he was close enough and lifting his leg up, aiming to try and smash his knee into her chest. It was a crude move. brutal some would say, but if it hit. Boy would it hurt.

Kira forgot something though. He forgot who he was fighting. The woman had a speed advantage. a significant one at that. If she had any sense she would artfully dodge and leave Kira exposed to so many possibilities it was not worth thinking about. This wasn't a huge muscled brute he was facing. This was a calculating dancer. Someone who used agility as a weapon.