Eliza Harenwood vs Melody White - Dancing 101

Eliza's offence was often very impressive to see, she relied on her very acrobatic training to execute attacks that enabled her to hit the enemy from anywhere in the ring. Ms Harenwood liked to stay on the move, not allowing her enemy to rest and get their bearings. It often served the dancing passion well in Tension, where the usually taller male opponent could be dismantled and fall to Eliza's skill. With that tiger feint kick Eliza had aimed to try and deliver the impact with her feet, the best area to connect the enemy with. Many fans had compared the British dancer's legs to that of rapiers, she tried to ensure each attack was as precise as possible.

Ms Harenwood remained where she was, clinging to the ropes like some kind of elegant spider. As Eliza hoped and predicted Melody was sent staggering back, right into the middle of the ring. It seemed that there was potential for another attack, one that involved the use of the ropes. The dancing passion had already considered going into this attack if she were successful with the tiger kick.

Eliza untangled herself from the ropes, so that she would then be standing on the apron. The young woman assessed the distance quickly, and then prepared to heft herself up onto the top rope. And proceeding to bounce herself off them, to try and leap towards Melody and take her down to the mat with a fierce dropkick to the chest! That said though, even with the good elevation the attack was very up-front. But given what Melody had shown thus far, Eliza was willing to risk the chance of her attack missing.

Kneeling down Melody flicked her hair back from her face and was greeted with the sight of her rival hurtling toward her, feet first. She rookie wrestler didnt know what to do and there was barely time to think but somehow she scrambled to her right hand side and did her best to avoid the oncoming dancer. Most wrestlers would have looked to follow this up but all Melody could think of was escape. She scooted on her bottom back to the corner breathing deeply with her head resting against the second turnbuckle and wondered what would happen.

Her side and head still were sore, and she wasnt as clear headed as she began the match. Melody didnt know how much longer she could last in all truth but whatever happened to Eliza from the missed dropkick it might buy the rookie some seconds to recover a bit more.

Eliza was mid move when the realisation hit her, it didn't look like she was going to connect with this one. Call it dancer's intuition, if Melody had been struck with that beautiful dropkick then odds were it would have rendered the enemy out of it. Now Ms Harenwood was a lightweight, but the force her kicks could deliver with momentum behind them would knock anyone on their ass. Though as it turned out the enemy was actually putting their advantages to use, namely the smaller frame which made Melody quicker and a harder target than the likes of Eliza's usual opponents. And perhaps that would make up a little bit for Melody's clear lack of actual ring experience.

The dancing passion hit the mat with a thud, and she winced at the impact on her back. Those moves were called high risk for a reason, and Eliza was paying the price. Thankfully though in this match Eliza hadn't suffered any real damage aside from one kick, so it wouldn't be long before the pain subsided. And the young lady began to get back up with one hand rubbing her back, Eliza clocked where Melody was. Sitting in the corner, again looking like a prime target.

Eliza knew that the longer she waited the more chance Melody would have of getting a reprieve, and the dancing passion's style of combat was to try and keep getting in offence. Ms Harenwood had an idea, where Melody was meant that performing attacks would be easy to see coming. But the Brit would take a deep breath and try to get over to the corner, grabbing the top rope with both hands and bouncing her feet off the bottom to try and again deliver her legs right into Melody's chest. But trying to move in so soon had resulted in Eliza being a bit sluggish in getting there, which again meant valuable time for the musical girl.

Melody sat in the corner looking from left to right as the crowd began to cheer and jeer in equal measure. She used to noise, after all she would turn up her mp3 player as often as possible, but this was different, animalistic and it made her nervous. Her attention was drawn back to the advancing Eliza. Melody gasped as the girl loomed over her and even winced a bit, turning her head to the side. All she wanted now was to be at home, on her couch listening to her favourite songs with a glass of coke, not wrestling.

The pause was almost unbearable but Melody looked back to see... nothing? She craned her head back and upwards to see Eliza decending at a great speed, again boots first. "Eeep!" came the sound from the musical girls mouth and she shuffled her bottom forward and dropped to her back to avoid the oncoming attack. however it would leave her in a somewhat precarious position depending on how Eliza responded to the missed kick.

All Melody would see was those lovely legs, stockings and Eliza's equally lovely rear above her. This might be a chance to do what she hardly ever did. Launch an attack and perhaps even steal a win. It was true that Melody was almost drunk with the ideas racing around her head, and this was almost always the root of her downfall.

Eliza knew that when she delivered her attacks there was usually the chance of them either being dodged or countered, but the dancer relied and trusted in her usual speed and accuracy to make sure that her hits were on their mark at the right time and angle. Not only did it enable her to cause considerable damage but they wowed the crowd at the same time, and sure enough there were flashes of lights in the audience. It was a Kodiak moment as Eliza's legs bounced off the bottom rope.

That said though, it would seem to be a case of once bitten twice shy. Perhaps if Eliza had paused to better numb the pain from her earlier attack she would have been a bit more faster in getting to Melody, however the opponent's position was just rather tempting. Plus Ms Harenwood wanted to try and correct her earlier mistake, and deliver her legs to Melody's chest like pellets from a shotgun.

It was with much surprise that Eliza realised that Melody just got out of harm's way, her eyes went wide as dinner plates. This wasn't good, Ms Harenwood needed to correct herself and fast otherwise it might result in serious injury. What resulted was Eliza having her legs above the bottom rope, but she was a bit stuck at this moment. And had her back present for attack, this wasn't looking good. It'd take a few seconds for the dancing passion to free herself regardless of whatever occurred.

As Eliza got tangled up Melody could see the view changing and she knew this was her chance. Where she had this boldness from was anyones guess but she awkwardly scrambled to her feet just ahead of Eliza and turned to face her. With her rival distracted and caught, Melody moved in close and tried to unload a kick to the side of Eliza's head in a little payback for earlier. It was a roundhouse, of sorts, at least it was the best she could do!

Melody frankly sucked in the ring, but she did have a "skill" of blatently copying her rivals moves, whilst this kick would not be that of a true fighter, it was still a blow and one Melody hoped would knock Eliza to the canvas if it connected, where she could..... well she hadnt decided that part!

The kick had taken advantage of Melodies natural clumsiness. She was off balance and found herself post swing on her hands and knees just ahead of her rival, such was the thrust with which she tried to attack. The crowd laughed a little at seeing Melody even attempt a move, let alone one which had the opportunity to backfire spectacularly.

This wasn't good, Eliza relied on trying to stay on the move and making the enemy fight at the pace that she desired. But she was stuck now, and had her back to the enemy. Eliza cursed her opponent's small frame, it was just something she wasn't really used to. Most of the time her foes were taller and bigger than Ms Harenwood, which resulted in being easier targets to hit and take apart.

Eliza worked to try and get herself out from her stuck position, but of course Melody wasn't going to sit around and wait for the dancing passion to free herself. This was evident as Ms White suddenly delivered a kick of her own to Eliza's head, the attack took Ms Harenwood by surprise with her giving an odd grunting noise in the back of her throat.

Now granted a kick from Melody was going to be nowhere near as strong as one from Eliza, but nevertheless it served it's purpose. The British girl would end up falling in reverse after that kick, landing on her back looking rather splayed out. Some might call this a fluke, Eliza certainly would have if she wasn't watching. But the fact was that Melody just got her there.

Seeing the kick land and work filled Melody with an excitment that threatened to boil over at any moment. She had actually got an opponent down on the canvas, and it was fairly legitimate. With Eliza on her back, the musical girl quickly grabbed an arm and yanked Eliza a little away from the ropes, again learning that this was the best place to have a rival. She stepped over the dancers body and turn to face her before she dropped to her knees and straddled Eliza, sitting her rear on her rivals tummy for a pin.

The crowd were in sarcastic awe, two moves in one match! Melody was so inexperienced that she didnt secure either Eliza's arms nor those crushing, powerful legs. Instead she leaned forward and placed her palms flat either side of the dancing girls head. Motioning to the ref girl she waited and the ref dropped to slap the canvas for "ONE!"

Melody looked down at Eliza expressionless, she was actually stunned with the fact she got on top and also that if (and most likely) Eliza escaped, she would no doubt face the consequences for daring to even try and pin the girl.

Eliza couldn't really believe what was happening here, just by dodging the dancing passion and delivering a strike the enemy had managed to turn the odds against the young woman. Perhaps this was the power of the underdog that had helped Melody turn the tables against Eliza, the same power that led to her overcoming the opponents that she often faced. Oh the irony, truly it stung.

Just because it stung though didn't mean Eliza was out of the game, Melody would of course attempt a pin. Most people would after having gotten a move like that in, Ms Harenwood grunted as Melody sat atop her. Though thankfully Melody didn't weight much, which helped Eliza's case here. The count went to one, but Melody hadn't even bothered to properly secure the pin. That sort of pin would usually involve hooking the legs, but Eliza's weren't weak. Nope, no way.

Right after the ref was done with the one count Eliza promptly began to come to her senses after her head had been rattled, and would get her shoulders up just as the ref hit two. And the dancing passion would proceed to try and grab Melody and attempt to get one of her legs under Melody, to kick her right in the belly and get her off of Ms Harenwood. Being on the defence wasn't something Eliza hoped to entertain if she could help it, and this was the thing that sprung to mind for her.

Melody had the most basic of pins in her locker, and Eliz had no trouble breaking it. Melody grumbled a bit and sat back leaning her hands on her hips, a look of disappointment on her face. It is like she believed she could pin and beat Eliza. All of this played into the dancers hands, or legs in this case. With a shuffle Melody felt unbalanced and the next thing she knew, she was sailing backwards with a sharp pain in her chest.

"UUGGHHHH" she groaned and landed with a bump on the canvas. Her top had now ridden up so it was near exposing her ample chest, to which the crowd loved every moment. Melody writhed and struggled for air such was the kick from those super strong legs of her rival.

Winded, certainly but not out of it completely. Melody needed a moment and lay there on her back, wincing and holding her chest. Fast, laboured breaths escaped her lips as the thought entered her mind

*where was her rival, and what mood would she be in now?*