Eliza vs Clyde II - A chance for redemption.......

Eliza was prepared, this was it. The time of retribution and redemption. If Eliza failed here all her efforts in her mind would have been for naught, Clyde was both a lover and sort of life mentor for Ms Harenwood. But he could also symbolise the last hurdle for Eliza to show how far she had come.

Eliza was familiar with Clyde and how he rolled in the ring, but it was the same for the dancing passion. Regardless Eliza found it to be more conforting, it made it more interesting. After all if Eliza could bust out something new and take Clyde by complete surprise it could lead to a victory. But could Clyde do the same? It was very possible, one thing Eliza learned about her time with the cowboy was to expect the unexpected. Mr Gastin was known for being very unorthodox in his various matches and had more experience.

But Eliza didn't consider it a flaw, in fact Eliza faced foes larger than Clyde and came out the winner. No doubt a tale of the tape was being played at this current moment. Ms Harenwood mentally prepared herself for this match since she woke up this morning, Eliza took one last minute to strecth as a ref girl rushed down to the ring. No doubt eager to be the one to be the official person to oversee this soon to be legendary bout.

Ms Harenwood looked at Clyde, intent on defeating him. This was it. Eliza had no hesitation in her mind, it was victory or nothing. Once the ref girl was ready the bell would ring, Eliza spoke no words. There would be no point, it was time for combat. The crowd was already roaring in excitement, Eliza revealed nothing. But inwardly.....her heart pounded like a drum of war.....

Clyde watched Eliza stretch with a curious and admittedly admiring gaze as the red girl rushed in and looked to the two before calling for the bell. Clyde smirked and walked towards Eliza, going to for a lockup with her before trying to break it and fire a strong European uppercut aimed right under Eliza’s chin!

It was time for battle, Eliza was intent on betting it all. Tonight she would emerge victorious or face her downfall, Eliza lived for this. Her performances against many of the people in Tension serving ample proof of Eliza's drive, her passion, her desire. Victory or nothing, was Eliza nervous? Inwardly ever so slightly, but Eliza held no fear besides a natural human reaction. It was hushed away, replaced by the burning energy within her. Eliza had starved for this, starved nobly until she could claim her glory and redeem her past mistakes. Eliza was usually a sweet girl towards her cowboy, but tonight there was only a steeled gaze coming from the features of Tension's darling girl.

Clyde was offering a lock up, it had actually made Eliza pause momentarily. It wasn't in Eliza's MO to often lockup with foes, usually her taller and male opponents made such an approach absurd. Still given their similar heights Eliza was thinking perhaps she could perform in this endeavour. Clyde however was a sneaky pete, landing a sucker punch on the dancing passion. Eliza let out a loud grunt as she'd been uppercutted, Ms Harenwood staggered backwards and was left reeling.

Unfortunately Clyde landed the first strike, no doubt helping to set the momentum in favour of the cowboy. Eliza wasn't one to take it lying down. She followed into the momentum, moving to bounce off the ropes and gritting her teeth as she prepared to unleash an explosive retaliation against the cowboy. Eliza would run towards Clyde and attempted to quickly run in and low dropkick him in the left leg, perhaps it could be a good idea to bring Mr Gastin down from his high horse...…..

The crowd gave an audible gasp as they watched poor Eliza's head shoot upwards while Clyde himself grinned at sending Eliza reeling, about to move up an devastate her more but was surprised to see that his uppercut sent her into the ropes.

He waited for her, intending to clothesline her when she came rushing back in instead! Dropping low and kicking his leg out!

"AUGH!" Clyde dropped to one knee, gritting his teeth as he was brought down before catching himself on his hands and knees, quickly trying to get back up.

Eliza was aware of Clyde's typical approach to combat, of course the cowboy was well studied in Eliza's kick oriented gameplan. If Ms Harenwood sought to obtain victory in this rematch she'd need to employ out of the box tactics and take Clyde by surprise, shock and awe was how Eliza often rolled. But it would need to be taken to another absolute degree in Eliza's mind if Mr Gastin was to be beaten. Clyde delivered the first attack, but Eliza retaliated with explosive retribution. Sending the cowboy down to the mat like a defeated warrior that he would be soon to be if she had her way, Eliza was someone who favoured her striking abilities. It was one that Clyde stood no chance to surpass Eliza in, sure he was a tough cowboy. But Eliza had precision and practise on her side, so Eliza was confident in that field.

Now with Eliza having struck the cowboy down the British dancer was intent on trying to gain an early game advantage against him. Ms Harenwood would be on the mat, but only for a moment and she quickly shifted to a crouching position like a poised panther. She quickly saw that Clyde was onto one knee, a pity. No matter, Eliza was going to try and press the chance. With her run ended Eliza was behind the cowboy, standing up Eliza would take a breath and quickly step into a forward spin. In order to set up another strike attempt, a spin assisted heel kick aimed at the back of Clyde's head or back depending on how quickly he could rally.

Given the early phase of this match Eliza doubted Clyde would be rendered downed from this attack, in fact Eliza would be annoyed at him if he did go out of it. Perhaps Ms Harenwood's confidence in her boyfriend's ability to rally would be unfounded, but regardless Eliza was playing to win.

Taken down by the dropkick, Clyde saw Eliza, crouched low and stalking like a panther and he had to grin at the sight, seeing how alluring the dancing passion seemed on all fours as she stalked him before trying to rush behind him, indeed she was quick but it was far too early for Eliza to think he was too down and out and compete.

She spun around and went for the kick while Clyde himself followed Eliza and batted her shin away with his forearm before swooping in, trying to grab a handful of Eliza's breasts, both of them and immediately gave them a hard squeeze as he stood up in front of her tried to lift her up into a breast hanging tree hold! Dangling her in the air by a painful squeeze to her modest chest as Clyde held her up.

Eliza was intent on trying to assert an early game advantage against Clyde, she knew full well his determination and how much of a pain it could be for his opponents. While very admirable it could be troublesome for the dancing passion to try and overcome, hence why Eliza was trying to start out dominating against the cowboy. He'd need to be taken down quickly if Eliza was to better get a lead on him. Clyde was more experienced however, granted Eliza wasn't green at this point. But he knew a few more tricks than the dancing passion, which was a factor that was going to rear its ugly head against Ms Harenwood.

Clyde blocked Eliza's shin with a forearm, parrying her as if they wielded blades against one another. Eliza was taken completely aback by this, the cowboy was quick on the draw and Eliza was soon going to regret this. Clyde countered Ms Harenwood aptly, Eliza tried to prepare for whatever next move the cowboy would bust out. Only to instead try and firmly grasp hold of Eliza's breasts! This was something that was admittedly an occurring thing here, Eliza was never one to indulge the seedier side of Tension. In fact she would be an advocate to nip it in the bud. But this viewpoint did nothing to prepare Eliza for what Clyde just attempted.

"OI CLYDE!" Eliza shouted, she then gave a mixture of a groan of pain and a moan. God this was embarrassing. It hurt like hell too, Clyde was practically hoisting Eliza up into the air, Eliza's flustered cheeks belied her true intentions however. If she was being put up into the air like this who knows what else Clyde would perform, but Eliza's legs were in position to do something. Eliza would try to either knee Clyde in the forehead or jaw, failing that she'd simply try to push herself away by shoving Clyde in the face with her legs. This inwardly was making Eliza all the more determined to get one over on Clyde now.....

Deflecting Eliza's kick, Clyde went in, got a big handful of Eliza's chest and squeezed her breasts within his palms while lifting her up into the air! He also blushed as he did this to the dancing passion, trying to sexually dominate her in public while hearing her pained and erotic sounding groans.

He had naughty intentions to defeat her. At least that was the plan until her stocking covered legs fired out, her knee blasting him right in the chin! Sending some spit flying while his head turned upwards, making him drop her while he staggered backwards, stunned.

Eliza knew full well Clyde was the kind to have his cake and eat it, but there was no way he was claiming her like this. In fact if it had been any other man in the ring that did this again, Eliza would throw the match by kicking them in the nuts and storming off. Such a clear attempt to cop a feel would be met by a fierce punish from the dancing passion, lo and behold Clyde would bear the brunt of it. Because a patented knee from the Britsh/French woman landed right on the chinny, chin chin of the Texan. It was a picturesque blow, the kind that would have an audible crunching of the teeth noise to accompany it. Eliza prolly knew this, as she unintentionally bore a smirk at the punishment she bestowed.

"Shoulda took it more seriously." she muttered as she moved back a bit from being released by the cowboy. The fool left himself wide open, staggered back like his guard was crushed. Eliza would spring into action and enact payback, taking a deep breath she'd run forward and leap into the air. Rotating in mid air as she did so in order to fire out a rolling spin kick to drive the side of her leg right into the neck of Clyde. To take the cowboy down a peg the dancing passion decided the best way to go about was from the top.....