Eliza Harenwood vs Black Racer - Gotta Go Fast

Standard match won via pinfall or submission.

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Eliza was here in Tension tonight, this was going to be her last match of the year she decided. It was getting close to the holidays, and she'd be off to Britain to visit her family. The wind up to this point hadn't been too good, Clyde lost the title for one. And it pretty much spiralled from there, though the cowboy was rebounding pretty damn fast. Just as Eliza had hoped, but she didn't further think further with regards to Mr Gastin. Tonight had Eliza in a bout at the main event of the evening, thanks to her attire, personality, moves and fan support the dancing passion was certainly a top card talent. Any match involving the British dancer was often able to get eyes drawn to it quickly.

Her opponent tonight was known only as The Black Racer. Virtually nothing in Tension went on without Eliza's notice, the man had a rather foreboding appearance. Fast too. Regardless though Ms Harenwood wasn't worried, she had fought many men here in Kyoto and prevailed. Plus the idea of fighting an agile opponent intrigued Eliza, she took pride in her ability to move and strike with her legs. So this would be an interesting fight Eliza felt, a good way to wrap up the year and then go home to Britain with the tale of her victory against an opponent that bore certain similarities to her.

The fans of Tension knew the event that was going to occur, and they instantly began cheering as a large red curtain draped itself over the entrance ramp. A bright white spotlight then shone itself onto the curtain, revealing the shadow of a woman. The song known as Baile De Batalla blared from the speakers as the woman danced, and then revealed itself to be Eliza Harenwood. Dressed in a magnificent red dress, a black and red masquerade mask with red fans held in both hands. Eliza would gracefully make her way to the ring to the tune of the Spanish guitars with dubstep music.

Ms Harenwood glided up the steps and through the ropes, making her way to the centre of the ring where Eliza performed an elegant spin followed by placing one fan in front of her mouth and blowing a kiss with it to a lucky fan in the crowd. After this Eliza slid her mask and fans under the bottom turnbuckle of the nearest corner, then in one elegant motion Eliza removed her dress to reveal her ring attire. A black corset laced with red and thigh high dark red stockings, the dancing passion had very much settled on a flamenco theme. Eliza then waited for who her opponent was, from here she'd get the chance to size up this man and see what she thought of him then.......

The Black Racer:

The Black Racer was doing well lately, much better than he thought he'd do in fact. Not only had he won his first match against a girl named...Holly?...but he also won a rather long match that ended in the parking lot, as well. The match tonight, though, was what he was really set on. It was against a girl named Eliza Harenwood, who would be much better than his first two opponents, who were less skilled and slow. This opponent was quick like him though, maybe not racer quick, but she was a big name around tension. She even had some relations with Clyde Gastin, the former champ. Beating her could get his name around, and that was always a good thing! Ready to head out, the racer would go to the entrance to start the party!

The crowd was excited after Eliza's entrance, and ready to see the match get underway. Well, The Black Racer doesn't disappoint. The lights soon started to flicker as thunder sounded around the arena, and with no warning the lights blacked out, though this was to be expected from the racer. Soon his metallic voice filled the air in the darkness. YOU'VE GOT MOVES HARENWOOD! BUT I'VE GOT SOME OF MY OWN!

An explosion of fire suddenly burst from the entrance, followed by the the lights flashing red. Then as the chorus of his theme started chanting, The Black Racer sprung from the lingering smoke as he sprinted to the ring, sparks decorating him all the way! Reaching the ring in record time, the racer would let his speed carry him as he slid under the ropes, making it to the center of the ring as he finally slowed to a stop. Standing up in the middle of the ring, he looked at his opponent. She was pretty and , but something about her screamed challenge to him. Then with his music fading, the racer kept his gaze with Eliza...

Staying still for a moment, he soon started moonwalking backwards, and surprisingly well as the audience cheered a bit. Pointing to his eyes and then at hers, The Black Racer would do a spin as he stopped in his corner. He would usually make a comment by now, but he thought that everything he needed to say was implied by the moonwalk.

Eliza in her time in Tension had seen strange things, it came with the country of Japan. They had odd TV shows among other things, but wrestling had all sorts. In fact the attire and theme of the dancing passion was rather modest in comparison to some people over in Friction, regardless Ms Harenwood remained calm at the loud voice that announced her sirname, if there was one thing Eliza had learned about this opponent was that Racer had a flair for the dramatic. Regardless what would matter is how he performed in tonight's bout, Racer had gotten 2 wins under his belt. Either he could make a hatrick or go 2-1, it certainly added another factor to how noteworthy this match was going to be.

Racer certainly made his way to the ring promptly, as expected of his moniker. He continued his dramatic touch, whereas Eliza's entrance had grace throughout Racer clearly went for the action movie touch. The sparks and all, wasting no time the man entered the ring and looked at Ms Harenwood. The dancing passion stood where she was, a small and polite smile on her face.

She gave a little laugh in response to Racer's moonwalk, very impressive. The man could probably dance, busting out a spin as well. Eliza in response had lifted her left leg up behind her, so she was able to touch her heel with both hands. The Racer had struck Ms Harenwood as a vocal sort, perhaps he knew the danger that Eliza was capable of and what this match could mean. Even the best jokester was able to take a matter with focus, Eliza would give Racer that.

Once both had done their actions a few seconds would pass, Eliza entered her stance. Her arms bent and curled inward, and her legs prepped and bent slightly. Ms Harenwood heard the bell ring, it was time for combat. Eliza would attempt to inch close to Racer before quickly shooting her left leg out into his side, it was time to see if the Racer was ready to dance with glory.

It seemed that his moonwalk was quite enjoyable to Eliza as the racer saw her give a small laugh as he did. She was smiling and seemed polite to him, which was refreshing, considering his other two opponents seemed to have a burning hatred for him. Soon he noticed that his opponent was stretching her leg behind her head to touch her heel with her hands, which was probably in response to his show boating. Stretching like that was something he couldn't do, at all. Grabbing his own leg he tried bringing it up, but only got it up like two inches up from what was normal....

Regardless, The Black Racer's opponent soon got into a stance and the bell rang soon after. Putting his arms up as well, the racer walked forward as the two inched their way to each other. He was unsure of where to start though, since he was never good at starting a match. Heck his second opponent, Beda, had caught him off guard completely with a boot to the...

WHACK! "Gah!... fuck I didn't see that coming" he would shout metallically as Eliza struck him with a quick strike to the side. Sending him to the side a bit as he backed away. It didn't hurt that bad, but the surprise shocked him more than anything. He had to start doing better as the bell rang, it felt like his lack of focus was just comical at this point.

"Nice kick...gotta work on my start ups to be honest..." The Black Racer would say to his opponent. Then changing his plan of attacks, the racer would try grappling with the dancing passion as he would attempt to push her into the corner. In his mind him and Eliza were both strikers, and saw a 50/50 chance of succeeding with it, since he seemed bigger, but she was more experienced.

Eliza had great flexibility on her side, this had come in handy for impressive displays. One notable example had been in the Tension battle royale where she was thrown over the top rope, only to pull the splits on the apron to save herself. It was feats like these that helped endear her to the Tension fanbase, they showed off those killer legs of hers and the poise Eliza possessed from her years of dance practise. Still Eliza knew that Black Racer was probably indicative of his nature, able to run at fast speed. That'd serve to make him hard to control, but all the same it served as a good challenge to see if Ms Harenwood could handle that aspect of an opponent.

That said though Racer seemed to be a bit slow out the starting gate, given with how Eliza had managed to do something she liked to do at the beginning of every bout. Deliver the first strike of the match, helped to set the pace of the fight just how the dancing passion would like it to be. The noise that was produced was very satisfying to the British/French woman, and the mysterious man had just gotten a taste of what was to come. Even her opponent admitted he wasn't too good out the gate, odd to admit to your enemy a fact that was a weakness of yours.

However that might have helped Racer's case, he promptly decided to go on the offence. Using his larger frame to try and grapple with Eliza, given the close proximity of the two it was somewhat easy for Racer to do this. Ms Harenwood would be boxed into the turnbuckles, but she was crafty enough to have an idea of what to do. Given her many matches against the men of Tension, if Racer got near following this then Eliza would shoot her leg out low right at his left shin. Eliza would at least make sure to target that area for retaliation.

The Black Racer forced the young woman back as he got her closer and closer to the corner. It seemed strength trumped experience after all. He half expected her to flip him or something but hey it worked. But wait a sec, could it be a trap? That would be bad for him if she pulled out some awesome move against him, or cool depending on what it was. But then again that wouldn't make any sense to risk that so early in the match...but traps do get you when your not expecting them...No this was working he just had to go a bit further and he could deal some damage.

Getting Eliza into the corner The Black Racer would get ready to..."Gahhh!...What the?" he yelped as he felt a deep pain in his leg. It seemed as he had moved in to attack, the young woman had kicked him in the left shin pretty damn hard. "Really...the shin?" he said sounding somewhat let down. The racer kinda expected more from Ms. Harenwood. Sure it hurt a bit, but where was the excitement, the technical move that people pay to see in matches. Maybe he should have weakened her before trying to hold her in the corner...that way she'd feel more inclined to attack him more...effectively. Regardless the racer wasn't going to stop from one kick.

Grabbing Eliza's arm, The Black Racer would focus on using his right leg as he tried whipping Eliza into the other corner across from them. That way he could make some room for him to deliver a double knee strike with a good amount of speed behind it.

Ringside to all the action, was a blonde haired man and the only one to be donning a cowboy hat. Clyde Gastin watched the match between Eliza and The Black Racer with a stern eye and both arms crossed as he watched his best friend and partner lash out a kick towards the goofball Clyde had more or less met not too long ago.

He wasn't ringside with Eliza today but he be dammed if he didn't provide her with just as much support as she gave him.

"KICK HIS ASS, ELIZA!" Yelled the unapologetic Gaijin with a raised fist as he saw his dance partner's opponent trying to grab her.

Racer might have seem let down by Eliza's action there, but it was simply that Eliza had learned to sometimes be boring in her movements. Granted it might not impress, but the fans were already enamoured by the dancing passion. She was the darling girl of Tension after all, even the naysayers hadn't much ammo to use against her. Eliza didn't even bother listening to them anyway, it paled little to the slings that could be used by her fellow rich folk back home in England. Nevertheless Eliza wasn't worried in the least by Racer bearing close to her, she was confident in most situations after all.

Perhaps Racer wished to try and test Eliza further, to perhaps tempt her into breaking out the more acrobatic displays that she was well known for. Though that strike she did might have served to remind the man where Eliza was now meant she was cornered yes, but the linear direction could serve to benefit her. Racer then grappled Eliza, and proceeded to go for an Irish whip.

It wasn't something Eliza expected, most opponents usually when they cornered her sought to batter her. Nevertheless Eliza offered no resistance as she was taken for the trip, she suspected Racer would mount an attack after it. The dancing passion hit the turnbuckles and had turned to face Racer, who no doubt would be right on her heels. As it turned out, that was the case. He launched his knees right out there.

Eliza often considered herself faster than her opponents, they more often than not failed to follow her. Racer however lived up to his name, the dancing passion reacted as best she could. Dodging didn't seem like it would happen, Eliza did the next best thing. She quickly raised her arms up to block the area where she'd be hit, and boy did it sting. The momentum carried her back into the corner as far as she'd go, though at least the worst disaster was avoided. Though her arms were certainly feeling very, very sore.

The Black Racer succeeded in whipping his foe across the ring the opposing corner as Eliza did little to resist him. And in a second the racer would sprint after her, though he found that the leg that had been struck was a bit troublesome to move on. The pain would pass though it always did, and as he came close to striking distance, Ms. Harenwood would turn around too late...or at least the racer had figured.

Eliza had brought her arms up at the last possible second before his knees could collide into her body, which effectively lessened the damage, though probably not for her arms. So after bouncing back off of his opponent, he would take a few steps back planing another attack. Now that he was making some progress, the racer would begin to press his advantage against the dancing passion...that is if he hadn't heard a voice in the crowd that had caught his attention.

A bit earlier he could have sworn he heard some familiar voice in the background. He wasn't really sure what it was saying, but it was familiar for sure. It was weird too, who has a voice that can be recognized from this crowd? It sounded like a southern accent...but he didn't know anyone with an accent like that...damn why was this even bugging him? It was like that voice had some bad feeling along with it...

"Dammit! Focus!" he would shout to himself while shaking his head and forcing himself to focus. Looking at Ms. Harenwood he Black Racer would take another shot at his opponent by heading back towards Eliza, planing to send a few strikes with his knee to wear her down some more.

Eliza more often than not preferred to avoid being cornered by her opponent, her typical opponent had a height and weight advantage against the dancing passion. Which automatically slanted her at a disadvantage in her matches, though this didn't faze Ms Harenwood. The odds didn't matter. However it certainly wasn't looking very good, given that Racer was able to box Eliza in. Sure she had managed to block her opponent's most recent attack, but it hurt her in the process. That said though it was a trade off compared to what could have happened.

The dancing passion tried to nurse her sore arms as best she could, but her opponent was getting on the hunt again. Racer fired out some shots with those powerful legs of his, he must have been quite confident in their power given their recent unsafe collision in a manner similar to that of Eliza in a sort of outside reflection. Though Eliza didn't have the chance for such reflection.

"Ngh! Ghn!" Eliza grunted out as the strikes connected, this wasn't good. The more Racer hit her the more worn down she'd become, though Eliza had practised for this sort of situation. She knew her flaws, so it was a good idea to have a backup plan. Eliza sought to use the close proximity, with the next strike Eliza would seek to block. Then attempt a sort of shove with the held limb to force Racer back just a bit, but enough to allow Eliza to quickly attempt a leap with the held ropes propping herself up and fire a dropkick Racer square in the chest point blank! It was risky sure, but offence was a good form of defence as they say.