Ballroom ballerina. (Open RP)

A loud and audible smacking noise could be heard right across the gym, as the trained leg of Eliza plowed right into Valyn's arms. Ms Harenwood grunted out, wishing she could have gone for the crown shot. But still Eliza knew that right now the upper body limbs of Valyn had to be roaring in pain at this point, Eliza's legs had been trained since birth.

Most people assumed that ballet wouldn't make your legs strong, but the truth was that Eliza's muscles had been toned throughout the years. Taking direct kicks to the head from her, and still standing after it was an impressive feat in and of itself. That was why the crowd in Tension liked the dancing passion, her fighting style and overall appearance. Being the second person in the battle royale, even if she had been at the business the shortest time.

If this had been a real match, Eliza might have tried for a pin attempt. But seeing as this was a spar of course Eliza would allow Valyn to recover, at least to his knees to make sure he was alright. After the attack Ms Harenwood would roll forward and was crouching near the ropes.

"Still want to keep going?" Eliza said with a nod of her head, using one hand to move her luscious blonde hair.

Valyn, let out a breath as he laid against the mat feeling the pain shooting through his arm, it was dulling but it still hurt quite well. He blinked a bit as he moved on to his stomach and brought his legs up under him. He had taken some really hard shots in his life, he had learned to take a beating, he was grateful for it.

He got to his knees looking at her a small grin appearing on his face, this was fun, the match in truth had been pretty even so far. It was a far cry from his old life and what he used to do, it wasn't life or death it was just competitive and fun.

He nods at her question "Of course. I hope you still want too."

Eliza was pleased with Valyn's response to what she said, he didn't seem the least bit angry or annoyed. Now that was something there, sportsmanship was the word Ms Harenwood believed she was looking for. It was funny, considering Tension's less than stellar reputation with vagabonds such as thorns of a rose and Poison and Killer King. So yes this was refreshing to see, kinda reminded the dancing passion of her battle with Clyde.

Ms Harenwood glanced over at a nearby clock on a wall, to check the time. Eliza then nodded and said "I guess I've got about half an hour to compete further, let's carry on for a bit longer then."

With that in mind Eliza stood where she was, thinking on how to best to carry on attacking. Deciding that some flashy offense was needed Ms Harenwood would take a deep breath and then proceed to bounce off the ropes, and as she rushed to Valyn Eliza would then leap into the air and try to fire out a butterfly kick at him.

Valyn smiles as he looks at Eliza nodding at her comment taking in a few more breaths as he got ready. He was having fun, a lot of it with her and was enjoying the competition. It was a rare thing to feel it felt like lately, he was going to savor the moment a little bit longer.

He stood up getting ready, his eyes following her as she moves forward to him. He watched as she went up into the air pulling off a very different type of kick. It was fancy but , it was risky and he moved quickly to the side avoiding the kick. HE sent a hard kick to her side, as she landed sending her down.

A butterfly kick wasn't something that Eliza had used all that much back when she first started out in tension, she had no martial arts experience to speak of. All her kicks and grapples were from her ballet lessons as a child, as well as self defence classes that she took at her parent's requests. But during her time off she had dabbled in some martial arts while doing indie matches, to further herself so to speak.

But still it was a move that Eliza still wasn't used to using, and she had paid for it as Eliza caught nothing but air. No stocking clad heels colliding into skin of opponent, and the dancing passion could tell that what happened next would most likely suck for her.

And.....she was correct, no sooner had Eliza come into the last parts of the move she was quickly struck from the side. Valyn's kick going right into the side of the dancing passion, Eliza could only let out a short and sharp breath of shock before falling down and groaning slightly.

Valyn, felt the satisfying contact of foot into her side, sending the dancing passion into the ground. It, quickly shifted all the momentum that he had lost back into his favor. HE knew, he couldn't afford to waste this opportunity, had to find a way to capitalize on it.

He, would wait for his opponent to start to move to her feet before he moved quickly to the ropes and bounced off of them coming right at her before she fully got back up. If this panned out he would catch her neck and heads in his arm and jump forward while turning her, hitting her with a swinging neckbraker.

Eliza was feeling she'd need an icepack and a hot shower after this, maybe a glass of wine or two as well. But still least Ms Harenwood was duking it out against someone who was quite good in battle, and also had respect too. The British aristocrat hadn't been this happy to duke it out with someone since her battle against Clyde Gastin, or in the Tension battle royale. That battle was the highlight of her career, even if she was the first one to go.

Still though Eliza knew that if she had fallen down, it was important to get back up as quick as she could. After slamming her balled fist on the mat in light frustration Eliza made to get herself back up, nothing fancy like springing up. No it was just getting back up.

Only she was taking her time with this, but Valyn's timing was on at this point. And Eliza paid for it, she was caught with her pants down more or less. Her body went swinging along with Valyn's move, and Eliza fell back down to the mat with a thud. Ms Harenwood groaned as she lay there, perhaps she would need to think of something soon.

Valyn was quick to his feet after he caught Eliza in his move dropping her down hard into the ground. He ran his hand through his hair taking in a couple of breaths. He was on the offensive that's for sure, and he needed to keep it up, he was enjoying this fight and he didn't want to be the loser in it.

He turned to face his opponent seeing her on the ground he considered his next move, deciding that he might as well try something new out for him. He moved over to her and would pull her up back to her feet quickly, moving her head between his thighs. If he got this far he'd quickly reach down wrapping his arms around her waist lifting her up and planting her in a sitout powerbomb.

Eliza believed that she needed to try and counter whatever Valyn attempted to the best of her ability, Ms Harenwood didn't want to think it but she was feeling a bit desperate right now. The more momentum she lost the harder it was for Eliza to get it back, that was her major flaw. Well Eliza liked to think she had at least lessened her flaw through her learning over the holidays.

The dancing passion spent her time on the mat catching her breath, thinking about why Valyn didn't seem to have that much screen time when he's got moves like these. Although that was cut short by Valyn grabbing her and moving to hoist her up, and Eliza had a strong feeling that he was going to try and powerbomb her.

It was something that Eliza had seen before, going up against males that were usually betting in terms of upper body strength. And during a few matches on the British indy circuit Eliza had the dubious honour of being on the receiving end of them a couple of times. Eliza tried to remain calm as possible, and once she was hoisted up the dancing passion would try to tighten her highly toned legs around Valyn's neck area. While at the same time trying to tilt her body in the hopes of turning the move around and attempt a hurricarana to counter Valyn.

Valyn wasn't one to use power moves like this, his upper body wasn't overly strong to begin with but he wanted to try different techniques out that he didn't normally use. AS he lifted his opponent up, he already felt the strain in his muscles and his body.

The moment she wrapped her legs around his neck, he knew that he was in a bad position and his opponent had a lot of fight left in her. There wasn't much he could do at this point, he was caught off guard and in a perilous position. He relaxed his body as much as he could and went with the hurricarana. HE went over onto his back, slamming into the ground hitting it with a hard thud knocking the breath out of his body.