Eliza Harenwood vs Melody White - Dancing 101

Okay now Eliza was going to admit that she had somewhat surprised herself here, the kick that she had delivered was more intended as a way to force Melody off of her. Instead her opponent seemed to have been sent right onto her backside, Eliza was expecting her to stagger backwards to allow the dancing passion time to get back up. Though Ms Harenwood reminded herself that Melody was small and quite clearly a lightweight, but this worked to Eliza's advantage here.

The dancing passion would roll backwards, and be in a sort of semi-crouched position. She noted that it seemed as if Melody was having a little wardrobe malfunction, such a shame. Eliza's attire might have been quite provocative, but it was actually rather modest in revealing the skin. Regardless of Melody's earlier success the match had still been mostly in the favour of the dancing passion.

Eliza believed that the match had gone on long enough where she could consider trying to start the beginning of the end, with that in mind Ms Harenwood would try to stand up and then quickly attempt a cartwheel over Melody so she was near her head. If the dancing passion was successful in this move then her plan was to begin wearing down Melody's head area, by applying a dragon sleeper with her left arm.

With the pain subsiding, Melody began to sit up still with a winced expression, the kick had done some damage, but that was the thing with the musical girl, no one ever knew if she was hurt or just selling the move really well. However as Melody looked to see where Eliza was she saw her elegantly cartwheeling over her

Melody gave a slight yelp in shock and ducked a little from her sat position thinking another potential KO kick was coming, but there was nothing.....?

The girl let go of her head and stopped trying to protect it, which was a really bad move as she found herslf grabbed and bent backwards in the clutches of Eliza.

"GAH!" Melody exclaimed and due to the position plantd her feet and lifted her body up, now arching in the classic position. Her hands came and pawed at Eliza's arm, shoulder and waved blindly at where Melody thought her rivals head was, of course she had no idea.

The crowd cheered and applauded the technical skills of Eliza and were fimrly expecting this to be the start of Melodies demise.

Melody was seemingly having a rough time of things, which was exactly how the dancing passion preferred it. The agility and acrobatic prowess of Ms Harenwood was on clear display as she deftly moved over the opponent and promptly commenced the application of a dragon sleeper, something that wasn't really seen before from the British lady. Though submissions was something that Eliza had dabbled in quite some detail over her time in Tension, after all once the enemy was knocked down she could apply some intricate holds to further wear down the opponent. The tallest male was the same as anyone else once they hit the mat after all.

Eliza kept her stance proper, making sure to try and keep the hold in. That said though Melody was putting up a rather good struggle, in spite of her mousy stature. Complete with clawing, Ms Harenwood should have anticipated that this might occur. She didn't like that, it was starting to leave some notable red marks on the dancing passion's bare skin. But it was an act of desperation, proof that perhaps Melody was going to be nearing her end.

In that case Eliza would attempt to change her situation, and use her legs. Her prime weapons, the dancing passion prepared to try and lower Melody down to the mat as flat as she could. Before then letting her arm leave the neck of Ms White, which would then be replaced by Eliza's body spinning around. To attempt a lock-in of her legendary legs for a classic headscissors from behind, were it to be the way of the dancing passion Melody would transfer from the pan. And into the fire.

Melody had neither the skill not power to escape a move like this, she as so aptly demonstrated was not a wrestler by any means, her pawing however had been just enough to loosen the hold, and a chance to escape, or so she thought!

Immediately she found her head clamped between Eliza's thighs. They were soft to the touch but rediculously strong and poweful.

"GAH!" was the cry that came from melody now unable to do much apart from feel the squeeze. She was ceetain that if Eliza desired she could squish her head like a grape and so despite the pain, Melody clung onto her rivals thighs and lay there wincing. She didnt even notice the ref asking for the submission, however Melody could feel her drive and will slowly ebbing away

The vocalised cry of pain that Melody had escape from her lips was what Eliza wanted to hear, now the dancing passion had the enemy right where she wanted them. Locked inside the lower limb prison that was Ms Harenwood's legs, they looked so elegant. Clad in their elaborate stockings they were toned from years of dance practise that had only been continued over the years. It was what the crowd wanted to see, as evidenced by the various catcalls from the fans. Even here in Friction people admired the lower limbs of the dancing passion.

Melody might want to consider herself lucky, it was only those who Eliza seeked to obtain victory from in a decisive manner. And that was exactly what Ms Harenwood wished, Melody had used her luck and small frame to her advantage. But in this hold, her height wouldn't help her. There wasn't an escape from Eliza's headscissor when it was locked in, now it was time to add the second part. The best was yet to come.

Eliza would begin to rock back and forth while still keeping Melody cinched in, this was known as the ballroom roller. And for good reason, not only was the dancing passion keeping the pressure on her opponent's neck. But the moving about would serve to further disorient Ms White, though it did make the ropes nearer than Eliza would like. But she trusted in the strength of her legs to drain the fight right out of Melody!

The scissor was really starting to take hold now and Melody was feeling groggy, her hands slowed their struggle against Eliza's shaply legs but Melody didnt bank on what came next.

She found herself rocked from side to side which only served to increase her groggy feeling

"UGH" she yelped out and felt like she could be sick at ay moment, the combination of motion and squeezing was so deadly that even experienced wrestlers would struggle with this.

Melody felt like tapping out and at one point she may have but unfortunately for her the ref took it as part of the motion so there was no release from the hold. "Ugnnn sto... stop" melody weakly blurted out now with her head quite literally spinning, her eyes were closed and her body flopped with no real resistance

Now this was much more like it for Eliza, she was smelling victory here. It was within her grasp, it always had been. Melody had simply made the going a little longer than it would have taken, the opponent delayed what was bound to have happened. Ms Harenwood had the opponent in the prison of her lower legs, they looked beautiful and were. But they allowed for some very powerful offence, both in the form of kicks and submissions. It was proof of how far the young woman had come in her time in wrestling, the expansion of her arsenal.

Melody had vocalised her pain to the dancing passion, who had kept the rolling on to aid in disorienting the enemy. But Eliza wasn't going to relent on the ballroom roller now that she had it cinched in, this move had won her victories in the past and she intended to try and carry on with that. "I will not cease Ms White, either escape the hold or yield!" Eliza said sharply, the British dancer wasn't a sadist. She fought only to win, and winning was clear in the mind of Ms Harenwood. Unless Melody could somehow pull another miracle defeat was most certain for the musical girl.

Melody was fading fast, even the ref girl was getting concerned that she would endure this punishment. With each roll her head lolled around and she was almost begging Eliza to stop but there was no release.

"Uggnnnn STOP I... I.... Gi..." but Melody couldnt say it, despite her jobber status she somehow was determined to hold on, or passout. The pressure was intense and flushed Melody started to see flashing lights as the bloodflow was stopped

Her head dropped heavy against Elizas perfect thighs and she twitched and squirmed more ragdoll than any fight back

Eliza wasn't going to let the enemy escape if she could help it, and it was clear that it was only going in the favour of the dancing passion at this point. Ms Harenwood's lethal legs were a formidable prison that couldn't be easily escaped from, added to it with the spinning around back and forth to further disorient the enemy. It was all going as planned, Eliza loved it when it did. And it seemed that what fight Melody left had was almost gone, victory seemed near.

The ref girl motioned for Eliza to cease, and the young woman did so. Ms Harenwood knew why this was being done, Melody wasn't really putting much of a struggle. And it seemed that she could perhaps be out of it, which was fine by Eliza. It would mean a victory for her, the ref girl had crouched near to the two women. Melody's nearest arm would be lifted, and then dropped to see if she responded or the limb simply drooped. Three times and Ms White would be deemed KO'd, Eliza had maintained her pressure. But perhaps Melody was out of it enough to insure that the W went to the British dancer.

Melody had done her best but the vice like scissors of Eliza had finished her off. She groaned softly as she felt the ref reach for her hand

It dropped and slapped the canvas

The crowd anticiapted the next check which the ref duly obliged. Lifting her hand Melody fluttered her eyes and down went her hand for a second time.

The wait must have seemed like an eternity for Eliza and yet to Melody none of this registered.

The ref lifted a third time and dropped Melodies hand.

For the final time it slapped on the canvas. She was completely out of it, another victim to the powerful legs of the dancer.