Eliza Harenwood vs Marc Troyard - Take it seriously!

Eliza felt like she actually made progress with that last blow, something just worked with that strike. Marc had fallen and couldn't get back up! Ending up in a rather peculiar pose in addition after suffering a dynamic strike from the legs of Eliza, one that could possibly have left him entirely out of it. It just felt right, like Marc was actually at the end of what he could muster. Ms Harenwood leaned up as she watched her handiwork, that was one of her most elegant and accurate strikes delivered in recent memory. A powerful headshot with no scoping, Marc never knew what hit him. If he did it wasn't going to be vocalised, not after a blow to the jaw like that.

The dancing passion lifted herself up, stylishly as prior. She brought her legs into an upside down split while doing a handstand, perhaps signalling the end for Mr Troyard. Eliza then put her legs upright and moved backwards into a standing position. Eliza saw that Marc was in a prime position for the proverbial kill. Time to wrap this up, but a simple pin wasn't going to be attempted. No, this called for a special occasion. A move that would ensure victory time and again for the dancing passion.

Ms Harenwood proceeded to advance towards Marc's crumpled state, making to turn him so that he was lying on his back. He seemed out of it enough that Eliza could get away with that, she just needed to set him up in that position. Eliza then jumped around so that she was facing Marc's head before quickly lying down and snapping Marc's head in between her legs for a headscissors. But that was only the start, Eliza inteded to move back and forth slowly to further disorient Marc in addition to the pressure applied by the hold. It was a move many a fan of Tension knew, the Ballroom Roller!

It did take a while, and it really was a long while but Eliza managed to take the Gentleman down. Just to get him on the condition that he wasn't going to get back up anytime soon. She did have to work hard for it but Marc was left way worse off than her. 

Definitely worse than taking a beating from a gang but also not the worst way either.

With how much she had to throw at Marc and the kitchen sink, it is nice to see that the Dancing Passion could still do some acrobatics to get herself back up to her feet, no doubt have done so many of times during her time in Tension. As Eliza looked elegant as ever, Marc looked beaten, literally. He wanted to stand up. Want to get back into this fight. Just want to do something if it means to show he still was in this but his body this time was having none of it.

Eliza sorta helped him to move as she rolled him onto his back. Though 'help' may not be the right word for it. Especially for what the British Aristocrat had in store for the Perfect Gentleman.

There were many times that Marc has had his head between a woman's thighs, more times than he could count. Though while those times were when it was pleasurable for the woman, this was just painful for him, depending if Ms Harrenwood has a hidden mean streak underneath that lovely exterior. The pain part is that her famous legs that have been sculpted from years and years of dance snapped shut on his head! "Gaaahhkk!" As if he didn't need anything else making his head hurt more, Marc felt the ungodly pressure mount on his head with the scissor hold, his hands weakly grasping her sinewy things but with how out of it he was, that was going to be a tall order in trying to pry them off. But if he thought that was bad, the worse was yet to come.

"Huh-Woahaaahhhghhh!!"

The crowd went wild as they witness the creative variation of the head scissors that he has never been in before, his world was soon about to roll from his very own eyes, pun intended, many have found themselves trapped and never got out unless if the submit or worse, pass out. Rolling this way and that way, Marc had no way to counter it, nor does he have the energy to do so as he's been taken for a ride with the Ballroom Roller! "Aaaauuugghh!!"

Eliza had Marc now! She had him right where she wanted him, a place where many a man and some women would love to find themselves in. But now Marc is probably going to lose, nobody could escape the ballroom roller! The powerful legs of the dancing passion combined with the disorienting movements of her rolling about was only going to make her opponent lose it even further, the crowd was roaring in approval at Eliza. The darling of Tension was about to claim another victim with her killer calves, Eliza grinned. She had him now! It took a long while considering Marc's stamina, but Eliza proceeded to this conclusion after landing decisive blow after blow on him. Any man that could shrug off a blow to the head from Ms Harenwood's legs was lying, that much was quite clear.

Ms Harenwood only proceeded to carry on with her movements, she didn't fiddle with Marc's movements. That would only cost her in the long run, instead Eliza simply trusted in her lower body's power and let it do the work while she proceeded to disorient Mr Troyard with her rolling about and eventually Marc would lose this bout! Eliza was confident that victory was indeed very close to her now!

"You cannot evade me now Mr Troyard! Yield or pass out!" Eliza shouted clearly so that the man could hear him even with the pressure resulting from her lethal legs......

Marc didn't think that he had experienced vertigo at all in his life. There may have been some instances where he did but right now, this definitely takes the cake. Never in his life has he experienced a feeling like this, his whole world was rolling around one way and then rolling the other.

He was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. While he could try his best to stop the rolling that served to confuse and disorientate the Perfect Gentleman, prying his head out of the killer dancer-trained legs was a much more difficult task in its own. Made even more so with how he was really out of it. Between the many shots to the head and now the headscissors and rolling, he would need a miracle to even get out of this. However, he had many chances to turn this around, and there was only one option that he could take.

Well, two as The Dancing Passion had stated.

"Aaauuuaauuuugghhgaaahh!!!"With his ears ringing, it was good that Eliza did shout clear and concise, although frankly he didn't really need any persuasion with the immense pressure that came from her legs. To his credit, he has done well in enduring such punishment that perhaps no man would ever do against the British Aristocrat. But he had to admit defeat. The pain was getting too much to bear and even if he stubbornly hold on, brain damage wasn't something that he needed. His vision blurred from the amount of rolling he has been subjected too, his right hand tapping on the quad muscle of her right thigh. "Uggghnn...Okay, okay...I yield...! I...give..." His brain right now is just hoping that she releases him before he ends up sinking into unconsciousness. He could only hope she was at least merciful of not holding on more longer than she should...

The bell rang, sounding the victory of Eliza Harenwood in this match! Marc was tapping out further proving that the dancing passion prevailed in tonight's bout, since Mr Troyard had submitted Eliza promptly let go of the man's neck. Now that she had won there was no further need to constrict his breathing, after all while many a man and woman were eager likely to be in Marc's former position one needed to remember that it also caused immense pain! The dancing passion rolled backwards after releasing her opponent from his former proverbial and near literal prison, standing up with the referee lifting her hand into the air.

Eliza wouldn't lie, she loved being able to defeat men in Tension. Proving that the prowess and abilities of Ms Harenwood could overcome the intricate differences between Eliza and whoever she stepped into the ring with. Of course the crowd in attendance were applauding at the top of their lungs at the triumph of the dancing passion! Eliza waved to many all around the ring and smiled, before giving a sigh and moved her strawberry blonde hair to the side.

She then turned to Marc and kneeled down next to where he was, now that the fight was over Eliza figured she should probably check on her former opponent. "I must say Mr Troyard, you took a heck of a beating there. Are you gonna be alright to stand up?" Eliza asked, now that the fight was over Eliza wanted to make sure he was at least coherent enough to be on his own.

Luckily for him, Ms Harrenwood wasn’t so sadistic that she would keep the hold on longer than she should. Victory was hers, Marc signalling his own submission. Just before he sustains any more pain and have his brain, which has been fawning over the Dancing Passion all throughout this match, further starved of oxygen. He can admit defeat there, Marc wasn’t going to get out of the Ballroom Roller, at least not in the condition he was in. Had it been earlier then perhaps he could. If he was able to power out of one submission move then it was possible he could do the same.

Though now was not the time to speculate on what could and could not have happened, Marc lost, the Kyoto audience cheering for their beloved darling of Tension, his head finding the mat as she stands up, relishing in victory. As she should, there was no hard feelings about that. Despite being an Aristocrat, Eliza was not a bad winner, as Marc saw when she knelt down next to him. It was nice of her to check up on him, making Marc smile….and then wince in pain when he realizes how much his jaw was hurting.

"God, she is so beautiful... At least the inside voice doesn't have to worry about it's jaw hurting.

He stared up though, Eliza asking if he was ok. With a grunt, he would slowly but surely start to sit up some. “Ughh…Yeah…well, I’ve taken much worse. But this might be close. You’re one hell of an opponent, Eliza.” The Perfect Gentleman making sure he doesn’t move his jaw too much as he moved to his knees, his hand rubbing his head, the feeling of her sinewy dancer thighs imprinted in his mind. No doubt he was going to forget about that. “I should be able to stand…”  He did give it a go, still having that can-do attitude that has never left him. His body however, wasn’t really in agreement, still reeling from the effects of vertigo and fell to his knees again.

“Augh…Ok, maybe not.” Shaking his head, blinking hard.

Eliza gave a little sigh, Marc seemed like a right piece of work. Kinda reminded her of Clyde a bit, one day Eliza would face her boyfriend in a rematch and avenge her defeat so long ago when she was a fresh faced girl. Perhaps this was just a preview of what was to come for the career of the dancing passion, already a beloved name in Tension. Could she ascend to the complete pinnacle of the AFW soon? Eliza hoped so. Another victory was earned for Eliza, delighting the audience as always with her powerful and precise offence.

Ms Harenwood waited for Marc's response, let the guy take his breath and so on. Once Marc tried to stand up Eliza had a feeling it wasn't going to work out that way. Lo and behold Mr Troyard took such a battering from the dancing passion that he was struggling to make it up, maybe Eliza overdid a bit? Well it was a matter of necessity as far as the British woman was concerned.

"Well take it easy for now I say, no rush. Ref do you mind keeping an eye out for Mr Troyard here till he's good?" Eliza said to the official who nodded, she seemed to English well enough to understand the request. Eliza nodded to her and then patted Marc on the shoulder before saying "Right well I better be going then, you'll be in good hands Mr Troyard. Better luck in your next match, cheerio!" standing up and making her way out the ring. Glad handing many a fan as she went up the ramp, Eliza was chuffed with herself. That had been one of the simplest bouts she had in ages!

Standing up wasn’t going to be oh so simple for the Perfect Gentleman, especially from the damage that he had received from the Dancing Passion herself. It did hurt his pride just a bit but he will be fine. At least Eliza cared much to ask the ref to check up on him. That was something. Good thing the official knew English enough to understand. Marc knew that protesting wouldn’t really do much for him. Last thing he wanted to do is to make a complete ass of himself. And from the looks of things, he’s probably going to need all the help he could get.

“Yeah I guess…” He chuckled through closed teeth. The British Aristocrat gave him a pat on the shoulder and wished him well in the future before taking her leave. Had he not been still suffering the effects of vertigo and the ref checking up on him, he would have chased her. Admittedly he wanted more. Watching a lovely and beautiful woman leave like that hurts more than her kicks. But there was little the Perfect Gentleman could do at this point.

“What a woman…” He would mutter to himself. “Hey, mind giving me a hand?” The official gave their shoulder for Marc to sling his arm over before attempting to stand up yet again, this time he succeeded although with help. Marc would love to meet her again. So much he would say. But for now he needs to focus on himself now and getting to the locker room. For Eliza Harenwood, her future was bright. For Marc, he only just needs to worry how much he will be hurting tomorrow.

WINNER BY SUBMISSION: ELIZA HARENWOOD