Eliza Harenwood vs Melody White - Dancing 101

Well Eliza would admit here, she was a bit surprised by Melody's actions. Not the earlier one where she writing about and reeling from Eliza's offence, that was expected in response. But perhaps what Melody was doing was fuelled by self-concern about being outclassed in this fight, which frankly Eliza thought it was a bit early to think that. The British lady waited to see what her opponent might try next, no doubt having a ponder on how best to go about trying to take the fight to the dancing passion.

Only instead Melody did nothing of the sort, instead she went forth and praised Eliza while offering a hand of friendship. In response to this Eliza loosened in her stance and raised an eyebrow in response, the enemy offered a handshake. The Brit looked at it and quickly assessed the situation. Ms Harenwood smirked and said in response "Well Ms White, I am flattered you think of that. With respect however handshakes are for before and after matches and not during, I apologise but I have just met you, I have come to compete and intend to do so." Eliza's formal tone was quite clear. Had Melody encountered the dancing passion earlier in her career Eliza might have accepted it, however she had become wiser in the later years.

Still Eliza wasn't going to strike Melody when she offered this, so Ms Harenwood waited in her stance. Daring Melody to try and prove herself, if she could.

As Melody held out her hand the reply from the dancer and the awkward pause really made her blush. "Oh...." she exclaimed and stepped back for a moment now not knowing what to do. The crowd as such found it funny and began to chant and shout at the wrestlers. Melody felt the embarrasment rise up within her, all she wanted was to move past this match and be friends with her rival, just like she did all of her rivals.

She had to do something and she looked at Eliza, noticing her stand Melody suddenly sprang forward with her right foot aimed at the dancers midsection. It was unbelievable. A wrestling move from Melody. An offensive move from Melody. The kick was probably just Melody mimicking her rivals strong kicks, but whether it would be successful or not would depend on how much it took Eliza by surprise. It also posed the problem of if it did stun Eliza, what on earth would Melody do next?

Eliza certainly didn't mean any disrespect by her actions, it's just that she was aware of there being a time and place. Not to mention that Ms Harenwood had just met her opponent tonight, from where the British lady was from trust wasn't given out willy-nilly. It was earned, like with Clyde Gastin for example. The dancing passion would rather have a small circle of well trusted friends than a swath of people who she only knew on the internet, if she could get her social media account to even work that is.

Still the earlier offer combined with how well Eliza had been doing thus far in the match might have led to her letting her guard down just a bit without knowing it, as Melody sent out a kick. And normally a lower limb attack from her opponent was something that Ms Harenwood could telegraph, but this was the exception. Eliza grunted as she was kicked in the stomach, which sent her backwards about three paces. But still, that attack wasn't as strong as other strikes that had landed on the dancing passion.

And Eliza would seek compensation for this, after a brief rubbing of her midriff the dancing passion would live up to her moniker. She'd bust out into a couple of pirouette spins, which would serve to confuse the enemy. Ms Harenwood would become a quick blur of red before leaping forward and seeking to smack Melody with one of her trademark kicks to the side of the head.

The music loving girl was visibly shaking after the kick connected. What had she done? She had started a fight which she had no idea of how to finish. She watched as Eliza steadied herself and rubbed at her midsection. The crowd "oohed" in surprise at the attack and the reaction from Eliza. It mimicked something out of a comic book where a villian takes the best shot of the hero and doesnt even flinch, right before they annihaliate the hero with a super attack.

Sure enough the attack came and Melody was sent sprawling towards the ropes, immediately bouncing off them and flopping down to the canvas like a fish out of water. Melody clutched at her head in an attempt to stop it spinning. Eliza's years as a dancer sure paid off, her toned muscular but still feminine legs housed astonishing power.

Melody meanwhile was on her back moaning. Even the ref girl moved to check on the inexperienced girl to see if she was even conscious.

Eliza's swift attack connected, producing a very loud noise as it did so. There was that trademark "Twack!" as Ms Harenwood's stocking clad leg struck it's mark with impressive elegance. A smirk emerged on the lips of the dancing passion's lips, Eliza was no sadist but she was always impressed with herself when she landed a blow like that one. The head was the weakest part of any opponent, striking that area allowed Eliza to bring even the strongest and tallest men in Tension to their knees or to the floor. Not to mention that if often served to wow the crowd as they watched the young British woman's displays of acrobatics.

There was no martial art training behind those legs of Eliza, it was all years of dance practise. But that enabled her to deliver strikes with both precision and power, and Melody was probably wondering just what the hell hit her there. The dancing passion landed on the mat on her right side with a grunt, Melody was sent for a loop. Complete with rebounding off the ropes before falling to the mat.

That was the intended response of the enemy, though in admittance Eliza wondered if she had overdone it a little. But she doubted that, after all it was just a simple strike. Ms Harenwood remained where she was as the ref assessed the enemy, though after a bit of that the British woman decided to try and quickly crawl over and attempt a pin to explore the possibility of taking advantage of the situation.

Melody was lay flat out on the canvas staring up at the ring lights that blinded her making her situation even less comfortable. She could see the ref girl next to her but had no idea what she was saying or even exactly where she was. "OK... I'm.. OK" she blurted out although it was a pure lie. Melody was completely out of it and the next thing she knew, she felt herself being pressed down to the canvas with a weight flat across her chest. She was being pinned by Eliza and all Melody could do was squirm and wiggle in an attempt to get out of it

The ref girl had already gotten to the count of ONE! and Melody showed no signs of escape. She could feel her ample chest being squashed against her rib cage and even though Eliza wasnt a big girl like many others in AFW she felt like a ton of bricks. Within the pin, all Melody could think of was so many other losses, the worst being from The Russian Natasha Rostovik who subjected her to an embarrasing pin using her breasts to smother Melody for the 3 count. This was different, Eliza seemed much less heel like and much more civilized, however it didnt help the little wrestler get free.

Her only slim hope was that she could recover her senses and see that the ropes, which had saved her so often in this match so far were just within grasp of her hand or even a movement of her foot

Eliza would give Melody credit, at least her blurting out of words meant she wasn't totally out of it. A strike like that could easily have left anyone reeling, but it was offence like this that enabled Eliza to excel in matches where she was usually the shorter and lighter fighter. Ms Harenwood was pleased to know that at least her opponent wasn't KO'd, as willing as the British lady was to engage in fighting she wasn't one to indulge in sadism. Such conduct was unbecoming of her family after all.

Ms Harenwood placed herself atop her opponent, she wasn't that heavy to be fair. Eliza couldn't be, otherwise it would be far more difficult for the dancing passion to execute the various acrobatic attacks she performed in every match. The ref had already started to count and had been at the 1 mark, Eliza was holding her breath to see what happened next. Inwardly the young woman wondered on if Melody would be able to kick out, she hadn't really displayed much in the way of toughness thus far. However Eliza wasn't one to judge books by their cover, so for now she'd simply wait.

The ref's hand slapped the mat, now it was a two count. Ms Harenwood simply remained where she was, though she doubted and even had a minor hope that it wouldn't end at this point.

Melody had started to come around and in some wierd way she felt quite comfortable underneath her rival. She had become accustomed to being the pin toy of the AFW even if it did sometimes mean she was humilated. Whilst she could have lay here all night she did want to make at least some kind of effort. With a grunt of effort and a push of her shoulder she edged out from under Eliza and her left hand grabbed the bottom rope. She knew this would break the pin and the ref girl duly complied and stopped the count. Melody took in a deep gasp and looked at her rival lay across her chest. She even smiled at her and whispered, "I like this position"

It was a very bizarre statement but despite the initial struggle, Melody was feeling happy with the match, and she would readily lay down so Eliza could pin her in a variety of ways, she even fantasized about Eliza getting her in a schoolgirl pin so she could feel those powerful dancers thighs next to her cheeks.

However Melody was soon sparked back into the reality of her situation and used her free hand to let go of the rope and push at Eliza, trying to backtrack on her earlier comment. "Try harder." Melody managed to escape the pin and was trying to move herself out so she could get back to her feet, although a lot would depend on the skills of her rival as the ref girl was happy and had stood back to let the fight continue.

Well Eliza was feeling quite confident in herself right now, so far in this match she'd managed to avoid being on the losing end of the battle. In spite of the experience Eliza had since spending at least a year in Tension, Ms Harenwood could have trouble when she was forced on defence. Was Melody really weak or was Eliza vastly improved during her time in wrestling? She preferred to believe it was the latter. But it seemed that the enemy displayed some ring savvy-ness in this situation, by forcing a rope break. Eliza clicked her tongue in her mouth, perhaps she had gotten a bit too overconfident.

That said though the dancing passion was taken aback briefly by her opponent's muttering, a look of surprise was briefly shown on Eliza's face. Perhaps Melody's brain had been rattled, Eliza certainly didn't enjoy being on the receiving end of pins. She associated that with potential for defeat, then again the notion of masochism wasn't lost to Eliza. Those who coveted injury found it in no short supply, and the Brit moved away and getting back to her stance.

It seemed that Melody tried to cover up her earlier thoughts, with a comment that Eliza should try harder. Eliza frowned before giving a quiet scoff. So Melody wished for the dancing passion to fight better huh? The adage of playing with fire rung in Eliza's mind, and she quickly moved to the ropes behind her. On the rebound Ms Harenwood would rebound and move to Melody, only somewhat off to the side. So that Eliza could try and grab her arms on the top and middle rope, and go between them to deliver a tiger feint kick to Melody's side! Though the move did leave for potential risk if it didn't go to plan, but Eliza knew that going in.

Melody was starting to think her comment may give her a little more than she could handle, especially as she saw Eliza on the attack. Her ring inexperience was such tht she didnt know what to do and there was little time to think. She watched the acrobatic display as Eliza swing and WHAM! kicked right to her side.

"AHHHHHHH!" the cry rang out arouns the arena as Melody felt the impact and sprawled across the ring flopping down dead centre which was a dangerous place to be. She had relied on the ropes to save her twice so far but now, any submission or pin would be agony to endure with no escape. Melody winced and held her side, she knew she had to get up so it was a struggle but she managed to get up onto her knees and was now sat in the middle of the ring, she would have loved to get up onto her feet and back to the safety of the ropes but she couldn't make it.

She was a sitting or kneeling duck for the much more experienced wrestler and her vast array of kicks and holds.