Eliza Harenwood vs Marc Troyard - Take it seriously!

Standard match won via pinfall or submission

In the back Eliza was preparing for her next bout, sitting in her lockeroom as she contemplated tonight's battle. Eliza had heard little of her opponent, a newcomer to Tension. No doubt planning to make a mark by taking out the dancing passion, such was the folly of fame. Still the fans would surely delight in seeing Eliza demolish the poor sod who dared to stand before her, Eliza was in this situation before and she prospered well enough. Ms Harenwood enjoyed her position in Tension as one of their top competitors, today she would make her opponent famous. In one way or another.

Eliza stood up, a prideful expression on her features as she looked herself over in the mirror. Dressed in her iconic dress, concealing her attire for tonight's bout. Eliza would see her opponent for tonight and make her plan from there, Ms Harenwood would be informed by a stage hand it was now time for her to make her entrance tonight and grace the fans of Tension no doubt clamouring for Eliza to wow them with her infamous moves. Walking swiftly down a corridor and towards the entrance ramp Eliza readied herself by the curtain, she took this moment to mentally prepare herself. Already her heart beat in anticipation.

The lights in the arena blacked out, a black curtain draped itself over the entrance ramp. Loud cheering was heard as a white spotlight shone to reveal a female shadow, which danced as the song Baile de Batala played. The brilliant mix of dubstep and Spanish guitar only meant one person, Eliza then stepped out from the curtain. A pair of fans in her hands and a smirk on her face.

All the men and women in attendance were on their feet, any entrance from Eliza was a spectacle in itself. Each step she took designed to impress, Eliza gracefully stepped down the ramp. Her dress trailing flawlessly before she slid into the ring, walking to the middle the British aristocrat would bow to all in attendance. Spinning to her corner and placing her fans below the bottom turnbuckle and in one flawless motion Eliza would grab her dress and remove it, revealing her ring attire.

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Setting her dress in the corner also Eliza would prop her left leg on the top rope, she had already stretched before. It was to serve as a reminder to her foe of Eliza's flexibility, a confident smirk on her features. Even if Eliza had no knowledge of her opponent she was confident in her ability to bring him down before her.......

Another night, another match. With a hot and sexy girl hopefully!

Although this night isn't a typical night for Marc Troyard. He isn't sitting on the bench and waiting for the backstage people to come. Instead he is...

Dancing?

"One, two, three, one, two, three...ah shit. That doesn't work at all!"

Well. Attempting to.

The dark haired heartthrob was trying (and failing) to dance in the middle of his locker room. He sorta gets a few steps right before flopping so hard. And then he'd get the start wrong. It got to the point where he groaned, taking off his hat. While he prefers to not know his female opponents until he meets them in the ring, he absolutely loves surprises, his boss did give him a little hint. Only that she was a flamenco dancer. Or so she thinks. The only question that Marc ever asks is if his opponents is either male or female. That's all he ever cared about. Any female opponent gets him excited. Especially if she's cute and hot.

"Maybe I should drop this...but a woman doesn't like a quitter. They would respect someone who tries his best to do something and never give up! Yeah, girls like that sort of thing. I just gotta try to not look like a massive idiot. I just hope she isn't so beautiful that I forget those moves. Nah, wait, I do want her to be beautiful! What am I saying!?"

With the information that he has gotten, Marc wanted to do a two hour crash course of the flamenco style of dancing. And no matter how hard he tried, his body couldn't naturally do those movements. He wasn't a dancer. The only dance he'd ever do well is the Running Man. And not the recent kind. He really wanted to make an effort to impress the lady and hopefully win over her heart. Which is why he doned the black jacket and hat that he got at the last minute that went over his main Attire, black tight pants, black boots and red fight tape on his hands. The match doesn't really matter much. As long as he wins the heart of his female opponent.

As he goes through some of the steps again, he seems to be getting it down. Dancing with his imaginary opponent, sorta getting the hang of this.

Until one of the stage hands knocked on the door and told him that it's time.

"Aww come on! I was getting the hang of this!" He groaned in frustration, sighing as his hands slunk to his sides. "Ah well, can't keep the lady waiting. It's showtime, Marc!"

Rushing headlong into this, with no clue who he was even up against, Marc appeared in the gorrilla position, showing himself the the crowd in attendance. As always, he's met by many screaming fan girls and some cheers from the men, who aren't jealous that their girls aren't cheering for him at least. He appears on the stage, his head down, the hat covering most of his face. His right hand holding the top of his hat, left index finger pointed in the air as he poses on stage. The girls are loving this, especially as they could see his bare toned abs. He keeps this mysterious showing as he shakes hands, smiling and blowing kisses to the ladies, the dark haired man made his way down to the ring and slid up onto the canvas from under the bottom rope.

Hopping up to his feet, Marc looked up and got his first look at her opponent. And he was stunned by the blonde beauty before him.

"OOOOOHHH SWEEET JESUS!! SHE...SH-SH-SH-SHE IS-"

Well he could probably find every word in the dictionary and still couldn't find the words to describe this woman. His mouth agape, taking in the beauty of the British Aristocrat, witnessing Eliza's flexibility as her leg is propped up on the top rope. He took his hat off and placed it to his bare chest, brushing his hair back. Captivated by the grace and beauty, Marc gracefully stepped towards her and bowed down on one knee.

"No words could even begin to describe how beautiful you are tonight..." Marc looked up to the female opponent. "I feel honoured that the gods have graced me to set my eyes on a beauty like you. And the fact that you are my opponent...ah, I am at a loss for words."

Eliza was waiting on her opponent for tonight to show up, truth be told Eliza always hated not knowing about her opponent. Everyone in Tension knew about Eliza, so they could have an idea of what to expect from her. If they bothered to watch Eliza beforehand of course. Those who were serious did so, intent on proving themselves against one of the top talents in this place. Ms Harenwood would soon see her foe and form her opinions from there.

The man arrived on the scene, Marc was his name. Dressed to impress, posing for all the fans. Guys would want to be him and ladies wanted to be with him. Everything about him screamed lothario, Eliza didn't blame him for this. Tension had its seedier side to which Eliza had no part in whatsoever of course. Ms Harenwood saw him walk into the ring, where his seemingly sheer man attitude was lost when he actually took a look at Eliza. She at this point had moved her leg back down off the top rope and stood there with her arms at her side, but she had a smirk in response to his reaction.

Marc was trying to pour on the charm towards Eliza, the dancing passion was being reminded of all the boys who attempted to win the favour of her. But Ms Harenwood was not convinced, besides Eliza was taken. Marc likely didn't know it and may not have cared. Eliza folded her arms and stated to Marc with the following "Well Mr Marc, flattery will get you nowhere with me. Your actions once the bell rings will let me judge you. Consider this your start of your 15 minutes of fame."

Eliza would bow slightly to Marc though, to show that she at least respected his decision to place himself in a place of weakness that others would attack him during it. When he moved back to his corner Eliza would ready herself in her iconic stance, knees bent slightly and arms tucked inwardly. If Marc wanted to be famous, Eliza was gonna make it so. Perhaps more than he would want....

Honestly, Marc didn't know of Eliza's status. As always, he came in, showering the dancer with charm and praises, which seem to not have much effect on Eliza. Probably that she's use to this sort of thing from other men. While Tension sure has its seedier side, there hasn't been a man quite like Marc Troyard. To him, he was one of a kind.

Women like her needed a bit more extra to convince them. Charm alone ain't gonna cut it, although he hoped it would. Besides, who doesn't like being complimented on their beauty?

She's so beautiful though. Better than I thought she would be. Thank the stars i have this job!"

He understood though. His first match saw that he needed to prove himself with his actions. And that will be done the same. He'd hate to ruin a pretty face. But women here tend to like it when they don't hold back. This would be really hard for Marc because....well, he'd rather not do so. He's a lover, not a fighter.

"I understand, madam." He answered politely, getting up to his feet and smiling as she bows to Marc. "Although I'm not here just to be famous. I mean, sure, it's nice and all, seeing the lovely women in the crowd and having your name called out. But being here with a lady as refined like yourself is more than enough for me. And Mr. Troyard will do. Or just Marc." Sleazy ain't his game. He's the true gentleman after all.

"I'm sure you don't want to be kept waiting any more longer. I'll show you the kind of man I am." Noticing her stance, looking like she's ready to fight. Marc takes off his jacket and flings the hat out of the ring. before getting his hands up, fist balled tight, always the brawler in his southpaw stance, although a bit rough on the edges with the stance.

When the bell rings, he comes up towards the graceful fighter, edging closely, not a step misplaced. When he gets close enough, he fires a light jab towards the blonde's collarbone and then, if successful, a straight jab for her cheek. Holding back a little with the power, but he had to show he was at least trying. Easier said than done.

Now it was time to commence combat, Eliza was prepared for this. She knew what she was capable of, Marc was unknown to Eliza in terms of his martial skill. Until his stance revealed a penchant for boxing maybe, it was a southpaw style as evident by his footwork. Eliza knew she would need to keep that in mind, Eliza took pride in her striking ability but if her opponent excelled in that category Ms Harenwood needed to take steps to take care of it. No matter regardless, Marc may have been taller and stronger than Eliza but to her those were not advantages at all. Eliza's calm demeanour was on display, Eliza mentally counted her steps till she closed in on Marc.

Eliza would admit she wasn't currently too impressed with Marc, probably cause of his Lothario like demeanour. No matter, Clyde would be more of a man than he would know surely. Inwardly Eliza mused on if Clyde was here no doubt he would be fuming at Marc's actions towards the dancing passion, forgetting that she was fully capable of battling in her own right.

Still Marc was quick, able to deliver that jab to the collarbone. Eliza winced and briefly stepped back and would proceed to deftly dodge the straight jab, Ms Harenwood would display her excellent finesse by twirling mid motion and leaping into the air to smack her heel into Marc's jaw. A powerful blow on Eliza's part like that would be enough to send any man staggering away, as well as serve as a hint as to what could occur should the British aristocrat be able to dictate the pace of the battle......

Marc was unaware of the aristocrat's skill in the ring which is why he is a bit cautious. Not that it would have mattered if he was or not, the perfect gentleman was captivated by the looks of Eliza. If she wasn't so impressed, Marc would have to bring in something that would. Knowing that he does suck in terms of his wrestling, he decided to go with his brawling and boxing prowess. A bit scrappy, but what else is he going to do?

He managed to score first blood when he connected the jab to the collarbone. Even then he winced slightly. It's tough for him to actually hit a woman, especially someone as beautiful as her. But considering it's the AFW, and he had an inkling she would want someone to not hold back, like that doktor, he is forced to try. First impressions count after all if he was to win the heart of the Dancing Passion (not knowing that she's already taken of course.)

He followed through with the straight jab, his arm shooting quick. But Eliza shown some skill and finesse of her own, dodging the punch with style and grace that only someone like her would do. His fist passed her, and as if they are in a dance, Eliza twirled and leapt into the hair, her leg swinging towards the gentleman and her stocking clad heel struck right into his jaw.

"GUUGH!"

A powerful blow, and one that Marc wouldn't have expected so early into the fight. She made it known that she was a striker as well, and in a big way. The jump spinning kick rocked the gentleman, his head snapped to the side and he staggers back. That was one hell of a kick. And he almost lost his footing as his leg buckled under him, able to get it back before he falls on his ass.

"Ghnn..."

Eliza delivered a powerful blow, one that earned a massive cheer from the fans of Tension in attendance tonight. Marc was getting a first hand taste of Eliza's best aspect of her gameplan, that being the educated and accurate kicks the dancing passion was known for. It allowed her to bring even the tallest of men to their knees and render them a crumpled heap on the mat, Eliza's years of acrobatic practise allowed her to attack from angles others simply couldn't manage as they lacked the limberness to do so.

Ms Harenwood landed on the mat with a thud, maintaining a focus on Marc as she touched down. She was inwardly a little surprised at his ability to stand vertically after that, most men who were struck in the head by Eliza usually ended up sitting down afterwards. It told Eliza something important however, namely Marc was tougher than most. No matter, to Eliza she more often than not had to work against an opponent's endurance regardless.

The dancing passion scrambled back to her feet, eager to attempt to take the offensive initiative towards Marc. Eliza knew she would need to make her statement against Mr Troyard, Eliza decided to sprint towards Marc and try to rock his noggin again by rushing towards Marc as he was on one knee and try to thwack him. By busting out a low dropkick towards his main knee to take it out from under him, sure Marc was taller and bigger but something like that could bring him down a peg or two.....

It was one hell of a powerful blow. Marc got a taste as to why she is quite popular in Tension. Her kick was exquisite, precise and beautifully performed. No wonder why she is named the epitome of grace in Tension. That would have fell a normal man.

However, Marc isn't a normal man.

Sure it did stunned him, but he managed to keep standing after that. Not to dismiss Eliza's power in her legs, but he is quite hard-headed. Both figuratively and literally. An ability to take a beating has been taken advantage by her boss many of times. That probably made him stand out, considering he isn't the biggest of the men in Tension.

As Marc went to get his footing back, Eliza is already on the offensive, coming in quick, no don't of her dancing training coming into play as she moves swiftly to the perfect gentleman, delivering a low dropkick right to his knee.

"Gahh!"

He yelps as she takes his knee from under him and Marc falls into his front with a grunt. Marc knows he's not so comfortable being on the floor and considering his wrestling ability, he's not very good. If he can, he tries to push up and scramble up to his feet.

Eliza would admit she loved being able to deliver the first blow to her opponent, as it allowed her to better dictate the pace of the battle. Marc would realise Eliza's martial prowess and the power of the patented leg strength of Ms Harenwood, it was what Eliza learned worked best against the men of Tension. To cut them down to size and bring them under Eliza's control, the dancing passion was unaware of Marc's ground game but Ms Harenwood was confident in her ability to apply various submissions. Eliza landed on the mat with a slightly awkward landing, the dancing passion knew Marc was feeling a lot worse off.

Now with Marc being taken down to size Eliza was going to try and take advantage of this situation, she let out a small grunt as she landed. But the crowd has let out a loud cheer from the displays from Ms Harenwood, it was one of the highlights of any episode of Tension to see the acrobatic displays of the dancing passion.

Marc was now going to have to deal with Eliza's second aspect of her gameplan, her ground game. Eliza was planning to try and remain low and slap Marc into a side headlock to wear him down. Granted however Eliza's arms were not as powerful as her trademark legs, but her holds had improved over time. If Marc was feeling like he could be famous by taking on Eliza he could possibly end up so for all the wrong reasons.

Marc was already witnessing how much skilled the graceful woman of Tension was. She was hella fast, and he got a good feel of her leg strength. Now he knew why she was known in Tension. The crowd already knew of course as they cheered and clapped from the display Lady Harrenwood was displaying.

"Damn...Always with the knees..owww...

His first instinct is of course to get up, as he scrambles and tries to get to his feet again. However Eliza was fast in her approach, keeping low and slapping Marc into a side headlock. He groans some in the tight submission hold, his hand pawing and tugging on that arm to alleviate the pressure. Funny thing about Marc is that he's never fully trained when it comes to wrestling or even submissions.

But sometimes fighting in the streets can teach you a few things.

He's no stranger when it comes to brawling and people using whatever tactics they could think off and his time doing so when doing his studies certainly gives him some idea how to go about this position. With that in mind, he manages to at least get to one knee, Eliza working on the submission hold tight, although apparently her legs are a lot more tougher than her arms. Probably a good thing in that regard.

Marc dips down some, his arm rose and tries to place his palm right on the face of the Briton. He plans to try and push Ms Harrenwood on her back to counter the side lock. He doesn't aim to slam her too hard, in his eyes, she is still a lady, but probably enough to get her on her back, with him on top if all things go well. He still needs to impress. After a meeting with another woman in the past, he does have to start trying. Only a little though.