Eliza Harenwood (W/Clyde) Vs Shido - Fanning the flames

Shido's wry remark at Eliza's occupation aside from being a wrestler wasn't responded to, as far as Ms Harenwood was concerned he was simply wasting his breath that could be better spent on trying to grit through the holds that the dancing passion was trying to apply on him. Shido was going to feel it, Eliza fought with grace and technical skill in most of her offence. From her magnificent kicks to painful holds, the attacks that Eliza delivered could wreck you if given the chance.

And this was being proven here, Shido was buckling under the double whammy that the British woman was applying. Going down on one knee it seemed, all this meant though was that Eliza had smelled blood. She had relished this sort of thing, seeing her usual taller and bigger male opponents be brought down with her offence. This was something to be expanded on, Shido's hold was considerable. But Eliza was performing better with her two locked in holds at the same time.

Seeking to capitalise on his Eliza would proceed to continue in her hold, wriggling about as much as she could to try and rock the boat even more so to say. Shido was faltering, and if Eliza played her cards right she might be able to get this down to the mat. Where a nasty surprise could be waiting in store for the fanboy........

Shido was tenacious. Many other competitors would have gone down by now, but the kid's willpower kept him one foot for a good while, there. Of course, everyone had their limits, and it appeared time for Shido to be faced with his. The pressure from Eliza's scissor wouldn't let up! He couldn't come up with something to say or do to break free at this very moment. And heck, it's not like she was the type to play along with his banter, anyways. Not that he could say all that much while being stuck in her headlock as well.

"Augh!" Shido groaned as he fell to all fours! He still showed signs of life, but he certainly was down, even if it wasn't all the way. Shido didn't have the legions of fans that Eliza did, nor did he have friends at ringside to cheer him on. He had only himself. And even now, he thought that as long as he believed in himself hard enough, he'd find a way to turn things around and pull out a win! He'd breathe for a few seconds if given the chance and then slowly start to try to power his way back to his feet, even with Eliza still keeping her combo hold locked in. Maybe, if he could get to a vertical base, he could land another slam and create the separation he needed! At least, that's what he hoped for....

That was it, slowly, surely. Eliza was feeling her chance for victory coming close, she was simply preparing Shido for the kill. Ms Harenwood had become pretty good at submissions, it served as an effective tool for when the opponent had been worn down enough by Eliza's powerful offence. The situation was not a more fitting display of this proof, her opponent was feeling the pressure. Eliza's legs were beautiful, lithe yet strong.

The groan of pain from Shido was further evidence that Eliza was getting to him, just wearing him down for the proper finish. Ms Harenwood believed that plan was the best course of action, still though Shido wasn't going to try and fall to the mat if he could help it. Perhaps out of desperation the kid was planning to try and boost himself vertically back up again.

Eliza however would seek to have none of that, to allow the enemy to undo the progress that had been made was a maddening notion. So the dancing passion would shake herself about as much as possible while moving herself backwards, in the hopes of taking Shido back down and using the momentum to send him careening forward and spiking himself right on his forehead. That noggin was going to become the focal point of Eliza's hopefully soon victory..........

Shido tried doing what he could, but try as he might, he wasn't going to be able to find any safe haven away from Eliza's legs. They continued to squeeze out of him whatever fight he had left to offer. As if punishing him for trying to escape in the first place, Shido would find that after having gone through all this trouble to gain a little bit of height and find footing on one leg, his stamina would give out and he'd be driven into the canvas by Eliza, head-first! The impact would make an audible sound and he'd groan as he hit the mat!

Shido's body would be limp for the time-being. On the ring floor, within Eliza's clutches and showing no tangible signs of resistance, the fan boy would remain there with his eyes shut. Still willing but not able to find his way in this match.

That was it, Eliza had Shido right where she wanted. The dancing passion's plan was coming to fruition, the technique and skill of Ms Harenwood allowed her to bring her opponent to where all of her foes would be at the end either male or female. To the mat where they belonged, Eliza wasn't arrogant but she did like to have a certain measure of pride in her ability to dismantle her enemy. Shido got spiked on his head there, the move wasn't as clean as it could have been given Eliza's constricted movement options. But all that mattered was getting him down there, the battle had ran it's course.

The dancing passion had a decisive move that she could apply, now that Shido was stunned on the mat and letting go of Eliza. She'd get on her knees and look at the kid, giving a quiet sigh while moving her beautiful blonde hair from her face. Now it was time to apply the fatal move, wordlessly Ms Harenwood would proceed to stand up.

Where was Eliza going? To Shido's head, where she'd quickly get down and aim to entwine her legendary lower limbs around the kid's neck. And clamp down. Hard. Most men and women admired the legs of the dancing passion, though Shido wasn't going to have the luxury of that. No Eliza was going to cinch in a very tight headscissors, the damage done to his head earlier was just the tip of the iceberg. Eliza had him right where she wanted him, and this wasn't going to be denied.......

Shido was driven into the canvas and sprawled out on the ring floor! Not showing any signs of life for the time being, he was easy prey for Eliza's follow up! It was unclear whether or not he was still conscious, but regardless, the dancer would take the opportunity to really let him have it.

The fanboy soon found himself squeezed between Ms. Harenwood's mighty thighs yet again! He'd grunt and instantly raise a hand to grasp one of her legs to try to relieve some pressure. "Urgh!"He wasn't knocked out but he wasn't in any condition to deal with Eliza's monstrous leg strength, either. Having already felt the fury of her lower body strength, he knew his head being squeezed wouldn't bode well for him, as his head couldn't take as much punishment as his core could. Most guys would relish in the experience of having their faces crushed between a good pair of womens' thighs, and on some level, even Shido was. But that took a backseat to treating Eliza as a fellow competitor. And right now, that meant trying to find a way out, even if everyone in the arena thought he couldn't.

Using his own lower body strength, Shido would make kick in a clockwise direction and attempt to roll. He figured that perhaps, if he acted quickly enough, he could roll his way towards the ropes and force a break.

The crowd was giving a very loud pop, they knew what this move entailed. Eliza had performed this headscissors several times in her previous matches, it was reserved only for the end of the fight. When the opponent had been pummelled decisively enough by the dancing passion's powerful and beautiful strikes, the offence that rendered them unable to get back up. Ms Harenwood knew victory was surely at hand for her, her legs hadn't ever failed her.

Still Shido felt the immense pressure that Eliza's legs were applying to him, this hurt harder than any kick the dancing passion had delivered earlier. Constricting the neck area and choking the fight right out of the opponent, a slow burn. However Shido seemed to keep his ring wits about him, making an effort to try and roll. Strangely Eliza would seemingly allow this motion, almost going along with it until......

Ms Harenwood would reverse the momentum of the roll with her upper body, and proceed to start going back and forth. These movements weren't just for ring positioning, but also to further disorient Shido and exhaust him even further. This was a trademark move of the British dancer, the ballroom roller.

"I have you now Mr Shido! You will either yield or pass out!" Eliza shouted in a tone of authority, Ms Harenwood had him dead to rights. Perhaps it might be best to take the licking and bow out now, no matter what though it was clear Eliza's victory was near.

Shido's journey towards the ropes began and ended with that single, initial roll. Eliza denied him any further progress by changing his course of direction and sending him rolling about the ring between those strong, toned legs of hers! He grunted and groaned as he was rolled back and forth at a dizzying pace by the dancing passion. There wasn't really another course of action for the guy to take, he was quite literally stuck between two hard places!

Shido began to lose his sense of where he was within the ring. No clue where the ropes were or how he could begin to escape. And Eliza echoed that notion by commanding him with authority - giving him two clear options. She hadn't opted to speak up all that much in this match, so she must have meant those words exactly as she said them!

With no other options, Shido could only think of one thing to do. And it wasn't going to be tapping! He'd slowly begin to go limp, opting to try to make it look like he was knocked out before it actually happened! Perhaps if Eliza let up early enough, or didn't pressure the ref to check Shido, he had a way out of this devastating finisher! Or so he had hoped......

"ATTA GIRL, ELIZA!!!" Clyde screamed eagerly from ringside. Jumping up and down as his number one partner trapped her opponent in her famous legs. Squeezing and spinning him out!!!

Eliza was feeling very confident in her victory now, only one person had escaped this situation. And the dancing passion had taken steps in her hold to correct that, and it had only brought better results for Eliza. This move had defeated most of her opponents such as her previous one Melody White, plus Eliza wouldn't lie. She took a certain measure of pride in her ability to bring even the largest of men left lying weak on the mat, it was one of the things that endeared the audience to her on how she won with grace against most of those who stood against her.

And it seemed that Shido was now going to be added to the list of those who had succumbed to the ballroom roller, the head area was focused on for the most part by Eliza. To set up moves like this down the line to better ensure she triumphed, regardless of gender or height or weight. Clyde's cheering only further spurred the dancing passion, a grin on her face as she focused on choking Shido out.

It seemed though that Shido's movements were slowing, till it was no more. The limp feeling was indicative that the enemy could be KO'd, a natural course when one was being headscissored by the dancing passion. Was the enemy out of it? Eliza wouldn't be surprised, the ref girl on her own accord proceeded to request that Ms Harenwood stop her movements to check on the opponent. Eliza remained in place, but still kept her leg grip as tight as always. Only when the bell sounded would the British dancer relent, and not a second less.