Eliza Harenwood vs Juniper Nayle

After a surprisingly kind acceptance to a match by Eliza Harenwood, Juniper Nayle had gone through the proper motions and methods to set up the match. Though all she really did was ask. Apparently, there was somewhat of a small demand to see a match between the two women actually come to fruition. The strong dancer Eliza against the bold and brash Juniper. So it wasnt all to hard to get things set up.

However, there was an underlying motive for Juniper. This was a fight that Juniper wanted to win. So she could literally and physically beat the message into Eliza that Clyde would be her's. Fueled both by her mother's message to go after what she truly wanted in the world and the words of a pink-harried woman, Juniper wasnt going out there to lose tonight. To help further her chances of getting her massage across Juniper asked that a referee not be there. Her past couple of matches had them, and that was something that just plainly opposed the redhead's mantra of being free.

Burnout by Green Day played out of the speakers in the arena, letting the crowd know that Juniper was out on the stage. Her normal attire. White, small and furry shirt that showed off a bit of her chest and a lot of her abs. Her black short shorts. And her bare feet. She didnt run down the stage and jump over all three ropes in a display of power. She stood out on the stage, looking at the stage opposite and on the other side of the arena, waiting for her opponent so show up.

In the back Eliza was preparing for her match this evening, it was a rare occasion of her going to Friction and gracing Tokyo with her presence. She was much more well known for fighting the men of Tension over in Kyoto, nevertheless Eliza was not one to refuse a challenge when it was offered. The gauntlet had been laid down by one Juniper Nayle, the dancing passion had also come to learn that there had been a rather large amount of requests for this match regardless.

Well it was about to be underway now. Juniper had been watched previously by Ms Harenwood, in her tag matches against the former Tension tag champs the UK Elite. Both of which she had lost, that said though Eliza held no illusions that this would be easy. For some reason Juniper had it out for the British woman in spite of Eliza bearing no ill will towards her, though it was fine as again Eliza wasn't one to turn down those who were eager to face her. She dressed as she usually was, and it was time for her to make her way to the ring. Though minus the fans and mask, with the distance it took to go from Friction to Tension even with those bullet trains still only meant needless busy work.

The lights in the arena went out as a red velvet curtain draped itself over the entrance ramp where Eliza would be, a white spotlight shone on the curtain revealing the shadowy image of the dancing passion. With her song Pena Flamenca blaring from the speakers, and sure enough Eliza emerged at the 0:17 mark. To a very loud response, even here when she moonlighted the fans certainly knew who the dancing passion was.

A smirk was on Eliza's lips as she gracefully made her way down the ramp, giving high fives to the nearby fans as she did. However there were a couple of things concerning the British woman, though Eliza made sure not to display them in her expressions. Wordlessly she slid into the ring and stood up, in one fluid motion she removed her elegant red ballroom dress and stuck it over the nearest corner. Juniper wasn't in the ring yet, and there was no ref either. Though on closer insight Eliza did see her opponent, that red hair made it easy to see her a mile off. The dancing passion waited for her to enter first before anything else was done.

Juniper made a slightly surprised face. That was a nice and fancy dress that Eliza was coming down in. She wasnt going to fight in that, was she? It just seemed so impractical...

The redhead began to walk down the ramp at about the same time as Eliza did so that they could meet up in the ring at the same time. As Juniper climbed in, Eliza removed her ballroom dress, revealing the corset and stocking legs underneath. It made Juniper do a double take.

"Huh." Juniper began to speak. "I didnt think you'd accept the challenge to be honest. But here you are, Eliza. Ready to go." She stands in her own corner and crossed her arms. "All these people came here tonight to see you lose. Got anything to say about that?" The redhead sneered.

Well it seemed that Juniper was now in the ring as well, at least it looked as if things were going to get down to business shortly then. Based off the red head's reaction to how Eliza elegantly removed her dress she was perhaps surprised by the dancing passion's ring attire, the young lady dressed to impress after all. Regardless of either fighting in Friction or Tension, sure some minor things were removed. But the essential things were still there.

Juniper then spoke, stating she was actually uncertain if Eliza would be her dance partner for this evening. Which had been given a reply with Ms Harenwood saying "Well good evening Ms Nayle, of course I would show for tonight. After all you did request a match with me, it'd be impolite not to." giving a smile after her words. But what her opponent said next made the young lady raise an eyebrow.

"They all came to.....see me lose you say?" Eliza said, however the crowd was chanting the name of the dancing passion. "I apologise Ms Nayle but it appears to be quite the opposite." indeed the so called match hadn't even begun and as is often the case they rooted for the lovely Harenwood.

"Now then. I am unable to see any sort of official in this match, your doing I assume? If so how do we plan to have a winner?" Eliza inquired as she stretched one of her legs behind her back, enough so that she could grab the heel with both hands before setting it back down.

Eliza had a point. She had more fan presence. Though that didnt really matter, it did add to her confidence. She seemed like a nice person. Nicer and nicer as Juniper got to know her more. It did make Juniper spun like the villain here. But she refused to think that in her own mind.

Juniper also didnt anticipate the flexibility of the woman. Although in hindsight, she was a dancer. But as the confidence in her head falters, the one in her voice didn't. "Ha! Well, IM gonna win by making you tap out. You can try the same but goo luck."

So it seemed that Juniper was intent on having a submission match, that was something Eliza could agree to. After all she was no stranger to employing elaborate holds to secure her victory, and quite recently had won most of her matches with a submission. Though there were several factors that gave the dancing passion certain cause for concern. The lack of a ref certainly meant there were no rules, while Eliza preferred this didn't get too rough she had no qualms with defending herself as shown when she was ring-side during Clyde's first title defence against Emi.

Juniper boldly proclaimed that she would win by making Eliza tap out, she certainly didn't lack for confidence it seemed. But she would have to be certainly careful, as Eliza was used to having certain factors such as height go against her. Ms Harenwood however didn't mind it when that occurred, in fact it was usually welcomed.

The dancing passion settled into her stance, a look of determination on her face before saying "Perhaps luck might be important, perhaps not. Regardless prepare yourself Ms Nayle, a Harenwood gives their all." seeing as there no bell ringing Eliza took it upon herself to start things off. She stepped gracefully forward, nary an inch out of place. As she began to close the distance though Eliza would spin once, her leg seeming to commence a strike. But it was simply a ruse as Ms Harenwood would use her rotational momentum to burst out into a quick and fast butterfly kick to bowl Juniper over!

Meanwhile in the stands, Clyde was there, incognito with a hoodie and shades to blend in with the crowd, munching down on a slice of pizza as he watched the oddest of matchups, Eliza Harenwood and Juniper Nayle. Honestly Clyde wasn't too worried about the fight since Eliza could take care of herself even though Juniper was much bigger and stronger.

No worries at all!

Until he realized there was no referee and Clyde looked on with a mix of confusion and honest worry. Referees were there not just enforce rules but to try and keep the wrestlers safe and not kill eachother!

"'EY!" Clyde shouted from the stands as he dragged himself from his seat and maneuvered his way behind the time keeper

"W-Whaddya mean there ain't no referee in this match!? This even official contest!?" Questioned the cowboy as he leaned over the rail and interrogated the folks who were supposedly in charge.

Just after the bell rang and Eliza fired off her opening salvo, the arena was cut sharply by a very familiar piece of music. The crowd's heads snapped towards the entrance collectively so that they could throw their ire at the intruder.

With a coy smile on her full lips, the General Manager of Friction, Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt, stepped out from the backstage area and began to stride down the ramp with a microphone in one hand and a small bag in the other. "Frauleins! Aufhören!" She said, waving her hand towards the ring. When she was close to the apron she slowed to a halt. "I know ze two of you primarily wrestle in Tension, but you moonlight here enough to know zat ve do zhings a little differently around here. Zis is a contest of skill between two beautiful maidens. It is not some mere back alley brawl." Lukretia shook her head.

"Ve need order here. Ve must have rules." Lukretia began to slowly walk around the ring as she spoke, looking over the girls before she stopped near a particularly obnoxious blonde Texan who was sitting in the front row. She turned and looked at Clyde and then back at the ring.

"Excuse me a moment, ladies und gentleman." She said and turned fully to Clyde. "You vork here, ja?" She said. "For ze company." She corrected. "So, zhen, vhy are you depraving meine fans of such a vunderbar seat?' Lukretia nodded to the security. "Vhy don't you find someone else to occupy zis seat. Let zhem enjoy a front row view of ze action. "Herr Gastin can vatch from a much closer view, being an emplyee." Lukretia said with a smirk.

She knew Clyde in passing, though she couldn't recall if they had ever personally exchanged a conversation. However, he seemed to be a constant thorn in the side of the Tension General Manager, which, as a friendly rival, pleased the German domme endlessly. However, she was not going to let such a man interfere in her own business, nor was she particularly happy with the two in the ring settling their dispute in Tokyo. However, when pieces lined themselves up so eagerly, Lukretia was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Lukretia unfurled what was in her other hand. As much as she could. It was a rather small piece of white and blacked striped clothing, somewhat identifiable as the standard attire for the referee girls employed by Friction. It was more like a vest than a shirt, leaving little to the imagination of the usually quite busty refs, and covering up absolutely none of their midriff as it tied snugly in against the underside of the aforementioned chesty busts.

"You need a new place to view the match now, ja?" Lukretia said as she dangled the strip of cloth in front of Clyde. "Und I need a referee." She tossed the small tie up shirt and smirked at Clyde. "Now ve are killing two stones vith one bird."

So many things just happened at once. Juniper ended up getting distracted. She got kicked in the leg, causing her to fall to one knee. The blaring music is what did it. Looking around to see who was coming allowed Juniper to lay her eyes on one person. Someone she had longed to meet because of her prowess. But also someone she loathed for her authority.

"No fucking way..." Juniper mumbled to herself as Sh still was downed to one knee. It seemed that the General Manager, Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt, had come to intervene. She stated that there needed to be order. Especially for such a match between the two skilled women.

Juniper rose to her feet to see who she was talking to about actually becoming a referee, dangling clothes in front of him. It didnt take too long for Juniper to see who the man was. Her eyes widden and she ran to the ropes to look out at the from row. "C-Clyde? Is that you?!"

He was here?! He was watching?! And whats worse...Lukretia wanted him to be thw referee for thos match...

Eliza was prepared for this fight, intent on giving nothing short of her all as was expected of her. Sure the lack of ref made the match a bit more awkward than the dancing passion was used to, regardless Ms Harenwood had an opponent to battle. That was the important thing in the end she supposed, and it seemed things started off in Eliza's favour with Juniper getting hit by the Brit's opening gambit. Though perhaps that wasn't a result of her dizzying style.

Music played, and instantly Eliza tensed up and backed away before turning to face the source. Though she of course made sure to look back at the red head, Juniper was bound to perhaps consider a cheap shot on the dancing passion. The woman on the ramp spoke in an odd accent, perhaps German. Ms Harenwood didn't know who she was, but with the way she spoke and acted presumably she was in charge of the overall Friction product. Well Lukretia's house, her rules. Something about her didn't sit right with the dancing passion though.

So it looked like a ref was coming here after all. After looking at Juniper again and following what was going on, it looked like the ref was going to be......

Juniper actually took the words out of Eliza's mouth, her mouth slightly widened alongside her eyes. Clyde was here in the audience, fair enough she suspected that would occur. But he was going to be the ref? Wasn't this meant to be the place where women only were in the ring? It seemed to be, which had led to Eliza not appearing here for the most part due to her preference of fighting men. Drawing from her time amongst British nobility Eliza simply remained silent, and see what happened from here.