Eliza Harenwood vs Marc Troyard - Take it seriously!

Eliza was wasting no time in taking it right to Marc here, the fans of Tension had come to delight in witnessing Eliza's fast paced and explosive offence. That could leave many a man a crumpled heap under Eliza once she was wrapped up with them. But experience had taught Eliza not to expend herself, considering the men of Tension often were stronger and more durable than she was Eliza learned to also set up for the long haul.

But considering the match had only just begun Marc was certainly full of endurance at this moment. Eliza was not sure of Marc's background currently save for his punching, however his strength was much more apparent in the arms than Eliza's were. Likely being slapped in a hold like this numerous times in the streets. So it was simple enough to wriggle out of it, but Ms Harenwood had no knowledge of Marc's backstory to take into account.

Marc put his upper body strength to good use, smacking Eliza in the head there. It was unexpected to be honest, Eliza would have surely felt some elbows to the gut. But it certainly made the British aristocrat back away with a yelp, Ms Harenwood promptly attempted some evasion by rolling away and to the side. It taught Eliza one thing however, she would need to wear Marc down a lot more before submissions could be applicable. Regardless the dancing passion was forced to go on defence now with her opponent now beings freed.....

They weren't the best of times. Or times that he truly liked. But there were times that he had to fight in the streets to protect himself and others. But that's a story for another day.

He was no misogynist, Marc was a gentleman after all, but he knew that he'd probably win when it comes to upper body strength. That was put into use as he went to get himself out of the headlock. He heard the yelp from the British Aristocrat and that does hurt him a bit. "Dammit Marc! Can't be too hard on a lady, remember doofus!?" Meeting hot ladies was the best part of the job. Having to hurt them some wasn't. "Are you alright there, Miss?"

Still, his endurance made Miss Harrenwood a lot more cautious as she rolled away. He gasped as he is finally free from her hold, the perfect gentleman getting up to his feet. Marc wasn't the biggest. But he was tough. That only mattered.

Marc doesn't really pursue her just yet. Rubbing his head as he chuckled. "Bravo. That was a good opening salvo, Miss Harrenwood." He nods, complimenting the grace of Tension before getting back to his boxing stance. "Shall we continue, Miss?" Marc would then move towards the dancing passion, trying to close in on the distance between himself and Eliza. As soon as he was in striking distance, he put the brakes and began to shift right and left, eying her movements. His left fist soon shoots out for two quick jabs just hoping to tag the chin, again, not using much power which does help with the speed. Marc soon tries to throw his right foot out, aiming a quick and low roundhouse kick towards the thigh of the dancer. Nothing big or fancy, not like Eliza's style of course. Short, simple and hard is his style. While he comes and attacks with a bit of power in them, Marc plans on impressing the dancing passion, showing that he is more competent in fighting and not an absolute newb.

Eliza knew in any battle eventually she would be forced back into the defence, Eliza was simply human after all and not able to keep her opponent on their backfoot forever. Didn't help it that Eliza's male opponents were more often than not bigger and stronger than she was, still experience was a good teacher and Eliza knew what to do when she had to take a defensive action. Marc was probably starting to get an inkling of what was the usual approach the dancing passion preferred to employ, Eliza was too. Namely he was physically more powerful than her and knew how to deliver strikes, perhaps a background in boxing?

No matter Marc sure liked to talk but, singing Eliza's praises and asking if she was alright. Eliza in response simply stood up and swayed her hair with her left hand, smirking as the many men and women in attendance screamed their support of the dancing passion. "Harenwoods are made of tougher stuff than your average woman Mr Troyard. Of course I want to bloody continue...." she proudly stated, Eliza was no wallflower like when she debuted.

Marc went on the offence, Eliza prepared to try and receive him. Straight away he was fast on the mark, but they felt more like warning shots or a precursor to the main attempt. Eliza stepped back in response as she attempted to examine Marc quickly for any weak spots only to be clipped in her right thigh. That set Ms Harenwood off, any attacks towards her legs would do that to her. Her eyes actually widened in response to it. Seeking retribution Eliza attempted some form of counter by trying to deliver a strike of her own with her left leg right into Marc's midriff, Eliza was confident in her hand to hand ability and wanted to see if it would work against Mr Troyard......

"I was only just checking, miss." Caring for others. Such a saint. She's smirking. Better than frowning, that's for sure. "I certainly appreciate and admire your resolve and spirit. A strong woman indeed..."

Just in the short time, he took in a lot. The major thing being that A) Her legs are fucking dangerous! And B) Her arms...less so. Then again, dancers do have some powerful legs. One wouldn't be able to perform moves with the style and grace like Eliza can. Hell, that in itself actually made Marc wanting to try it out sometime. I wonder if she'll take me as a dance partner! Then again, those dance moves I've done aren't to impressive....on second thought, maybe ask her to teach me.
That would work...." While his head goes into its inner monologue, Marc went in on the attack yet again, forcing the flamenco dancer to be in the defensive. Being a bit careful, last big punch he threw ended up receiving a kick only CroCop would be proud of. Just be fast. Yeah. She's speedy, so try catch up with her.

He threw his jabs, looking to get a reaction and examining Miss Harrenwood before he lets loose with a kick right on the thigh, clipped on the dancer. It was probably the smart thing to do. Fighters knew that to work from the ground up is a good strategy. Takes away their mobility too.

What he didn't know was what happened when he landed a hit on her primary weapons.

Eliza's eyes widened, igniting her anger as he would so dare hit her legs. Marc had seen the reaction on her face and as his leg cane back, he was wondering on the sudden change of facial expression. He would try to step back after the kick, only to catch a hard kick right into the abs. "GUUH!" It wasn't a spinning kick, which would have added more force info it but Marc cannot deny the power that came from Eliza's well known legs of doom. Bending forward some, his arms coming close to guard his front body. Looking up over his taped fists, with a pained expression clear on his face.

Grunting, Marc would try to step in again, trying to close in on the British Aristocrat, probably foolishly since he should know of Eliza's striking ability, but even he wants to prove that he's made of tough stuff as he went for a big right hook, which probably could send someone staggering, even Miss Harrenwood.

Eliza was no stranger to duelling strike for strike, but she was well aware of the fact that trying to battle harder would not get her anywhere. Men were generally larger and stronger than Ms Harenwood forcing her to adopt what some fans of Eliza called "Fencing kicks" before building up for intricate submissions or explosive and dynamic blows. Marc was surely aware of this, her flexibility and accuracy contrasting with his size and strength. Eliza would admit that Marc's sudden strike to her leg set her off just a bit, any damage inflicted on them was serious business to the dancing passion. It was a key aspect of her gameplan after all.

Marc was now trying to muster up an offence and attempted to land a decisive blow on Eliza, perhaps so eager to do so Mr Troyard could be leaving himself vulnerable to a counter from Eliza. Ms Harenwood was confident in her ability to contend with her opponents in strike based contests. But Eliza could not brute force her way like Marc could, no it was going to require a more accurate touch. Eliza needed to rely on her flexibility to move her out of this jam. Since coming to Tension Eliza had over time expanded her repertoire, incorporating some martial arts into it.

Ms Harenwood proceeded to move her body, she knew blocking or tanking that swing would get her nowhere. She would need to land a blow of her own, Eliza readied herself, ducking down low and to the left and lifting up her right leg high. However it was behind her! It may seem rather unorthodox but Ms Harenwood planned to deliver a sort of reversed kick to the side of Marc's head as he ran in! Marc was perhaps more experienced in a proper fight than Eliza, but he may have difficulty in dodging such an unorthodox kick. Then again Eliza herself couldn't be considered a conventional combatant herself........

Marc couldn't help but admire more for dancers. No matter what, their legs can be very powerful if used properly. Which makes him admire her style. Certainly she wasn't your typical combatant, using dance in a sport that can be dangerous and devastating is definitely more nice to see. Then again, Marc himself would like anything when it comes to a woman.

He didn't think he would fall with the stereotype of 'men being large and hit hard while their attacks can give ways to counter' but that attack certainly didn't help him to not be a part of such. Sure, a good showing that he could at least tank somewhat and taking more than the usual combatant while delivering a response attack seemed good, but that tends to work on street fights and fighters who like a slugfest. Eliza doesn't fit into that at all. Powerful as the strike could be, it lacked much refinement and finesse and it was just a bit wild for a guy that portrays himself to be a gentleman.

It was no surprise that Eliza would counter. He just wasn't expecting on how she would do it.

As Marc's fist shoot towards her head, Mrs Harrenwood dipped her body low, which does solve the problem of avoiding it, letting his fist fly over her, his body unable to pull back with the amount of power he put into his hook. Which led him wide open for what what about to come next...

"GUUUGH!!" He couldn't tell exactly how her leg came from behind her, the flexibility and dexterity from the ballroom dancer is all showcased into one, rather unorthodox kick. He also couldn't tell why his cock twitched from this. Maybe because of the stocking clad foot on his face that did a bit more than the force and power from that kick. Was that a scorpion kick or something? How could he say, the foot of Eliza just came out of nowhere and next thing he knew, Marc took the kick.

He staggered back, his body twisting away from the direction of the unorthodox kick. His feet fought to gain some traction as he stumbled away arms flailing to get his balance. Certainly not a gentlemanly look....

Eliza was known for her well executed acrobatic offence in contrast to others, it was how she rolled in battle. To make up for her lack of height and weight she sought to fight smarter, not harder. Marc was showing his own technique, but his honed fists were lacking currently compared to Eliza's poised and educated legs.

Eliza would not lie however, she had never performed a move similar to this one in a match. Eliza was never one to really try and go on the defence, giving her bigger opponents an inch would make them take a mile. But Marc was probably knocked for a hard mental loop after a blow like that from the dancing passion, who's precision over range won out and earning a very loud cheer from the men and women in attendance.

Ms Harenwood would inwardly admit she worried if the blow would connect, just the slightest bit off and it would have looked awkward more than anything else. Worst case a pulled muscle could have ensued, resulting in terrible damage. But years of practise enabled Eliza to pull it off, and with style. It was her unique thing she could bring to the table. Marc was left reeling and vulnerable, Eliza's eyes widened as a chance to expand on the momentum was presented with how he was reeling. Taking a deep breath Eliza would run forward when her leg landed on the ground and rushed at Mr Troyard. Leaping up with her left leg perched to Marc's side and shooting her right up to try and headshot Marc in the side with an explosive enziguri!

Apart from maybe with the way he carries himself, Marc's style isn't what you would classify as stylish, elegant or graceful. Then again, the lack of real training wouldn't have made Marc be seen as the the most technical fighter, apart from his boxing, although it could use some tidying up. A lot of it apparently.

Still, defense is as much important as offense and counters work well to turn the tides of your opponent. Which is what Eliza had shown. And even dance can sometimes lead to some good ideas for attacks. One attack from Mrs Harrenwood that embodied the element of surprise and of course precision, accuracy and poise. The reward for such a move was having a Marc knocked for six somewhat and the crowd cheering for the dancing passion.

Of course, Marc didn't expect that and he had paid the price, unable to account to Eliza's creativity. It was a bloddy good hit though. Not that he would be able to take time to admire it more as Eliza pressed on with the momentum, chasing after him before performing a flawless Enziguri that properly rocked the gentleman. "Guugh!" The crowd near the ring could have heard the audible smack from that explosive kick, and for the first time, he fell while standing. Well, it took a moment before he fell onto his back like a tree. Not that he was that big of course.

This time, it took a bit longer for him to recover. Sure, his head was pounding like he had a big night out but inside he was in awe of the Briton's graceful moves. Between that and the pounding headache, Marc had come to agree with the sayings of the dancing passion. Her kicks hurt like absolute hell.

Another powerful blow was struck by the dancing passion, a picture perfect moment as Eliza lept into the air and struck Marc hard across the jaw. Eliza had a small smile even if she didn't know it. Marc was rocked by this fantastic offence from Ms Harenwood and probably wondered if he locked the door on the way out, but he crumbled down hard in response to the well placed strike from the dancing passion. Eliza felt like she was making progress now, Marc was a toughy but Eliza was seemingly a step ahead now!

With Marc now clearly left crumpled on the mat Eliza was able to take things at her own place, Eliza blitzed Marc down with a precise offence. Taking the big man down to size, the major advantages to Marc could be nullified and to Ms Harenwood those were not really advantages at all. Most of Eliza's opponents all had similar benefits Mr Troyard did and Eliza overcame them time and time over. Now that the big man was down the dancing passion was going to need to try and use this opportunity knowing that Marc was certainly more durable than Eliza was.

Still Eliza was considerably tired by now after her acrobatic double whammy, plus Marc's earlier offence served a reminder to Eliza to stay wary of her opponent. Considering that nevertheless Eliza now led in the match she wanted to try and see if he was still aware of what is around him. Taking a brief sigh Ms Harenwood stood up and promptly walked over to Marc and got down to him and lifted his legs up and tried to flip him around for a boston crab attempt. It was not just strikes that were a forte of Eliza, submissions and a ground game were also a claim to fame of hers!

God that one hurt.

He could have said "wow" before he had fallen but he was in awe of the amazing acrobatics so far. That and the fact that his brain was rattled so speech might have been difficult for a moment. Only when he was on the ground that he had some of his wits to him. Second times the charm it seems as Eliza has him on the floor again.

Unbeknownst to Eliza was Marc's mindset of not wanting to hurt women badly. Second match in and he hasn't really budged from that stance. It felt wrong in a sense, beauty such as hers shouldn't be ruined by his fists. But, like her debut, it seems he has to in order to impress the aristocrat. And he doesn't have hentai to help him this time. It was physical for the most part.

Even if he didn't hold back, Eliza Harrenwood was very experienced in dealing with foes like him and it shows. Although, to give credit where it's due, he could probably give her a run for her money if it was a battle of strikes. He may not be refined but given the opportunity, he could hit hard.

But alas, this wasn't going to be for now as the Dancing Passion decided to dictate the match at her own pace instead of his, going to the ground once again. Although this time it wasn't a headlock, Marc felt his legs lifted up and flipped over, and just as he got his full with with him, Marc suddenly found himself in a Boston Crab!

"Agh!!" He could feel the pressure on his back, his hands pawing the canvas. While submissions is also a claim to fame for Eliza, Marc had absolutely no idea when it comes to the ground game, being non-existent with the gentleman. As stated before, it was only strikes that he had a chance. Now he had to deal with that while having the hold torquing his spine, admittedly feeling rather helpless while on the ground, like a fish in dry land!