Eliza Harenwood vs Chloe Mason - A long awaited thing.....

Eliza if she had been fighting at the start of her career wouldn't have lasted this long against well anyone really, especially after a hard hitting move like that. Eliza now though, well okay she was running hard on E here at this point. That hard hitting slam did a severe number on her, even now the sounds of the arena were fading from her senses. Eliza unknowingly bit her lip in frustration as the sudden change of events, was this how it was going to end? The dancing passion grunted aloud as she felt herself be shuffled around and felt the pressure of Chole atop her and one leg hefted up, set up for the classic pin attempt.

Now even with her stunned and out of it state Eliza heard the loud voice of the ref ringing in her ears. That was something Eliza could recognise, Eliza realised whereupon she was. Her eyes widened as she gazed up at the lights, another slap on the mat was heard and the voice of the ref shouted "TWO!"

Jutting her lips forward and letting out a roar/yelp Eliza would shift her body to one side as hard as she possibly could to break the pin! The ref jumped up and signalled for two, earning a very loud reaction from the audience. Eliza just drove herself to carry on, perhaps it was at this point she simply didn't care about her future well being and just went and threw caution to the wind as she staggered and rolled away......

Chloe liked to think that despite her rather "unconventional" style, she always got the best out of her opponent's no matter if it's a man or a woman. And it seems as if she was really pushing Eliza. But just as she wants to get the very best out of her, the blonde wants to best her in combat. To win. To be victorious.

The suplex was a move she wouldn't really do but if she was to use a power move it would be this. And as she heard that grunt coming out of the British Aristocrat, Chloe believed she had her. And wasted no time in moving on top of the Dancing Passion and going for the pin. Bringing one stockinged leg up, the ref came and performed the pinfall. It wasn't a pin she prefered to do but in times like this, she needed it. She was close. And when he slapped not once but twice, her heart beating with anticipation, waiting for the moment where she could add another win to her surprisingly unbeaten record in Tension.

Except that never came.

And the Darling of Tension would kick out before the referee could even get to three, her body bucked away from the ex-commissioner. Her eyes grew wide and the look of shock was etched right onto her face. Chloe knew that Eliza had grown tougher than when she had first started in Tension years ago but she expected her to be still more than a flower. She even did the same slam. Perhaps this wasn't it as she pondered what to do, laying on her side for a bit before turning to face her, staring right at her, getting onto her knees. Her head was banging, though not as bad like before when she was trapped between Eliza's famous thighs.

"Ghn...Remember what you said...that neither of us will be left standing?" She sounded a bit bitter that she didn't put her away, but has some respect for the Dancing Passion. "Then how about this? Let's see...who's the last one standing." The ex-commissioner would get onto one knee, pressing her hand on it, gathering her breath. "I want to make history...that I bested you..."

Eliza didn't know how she had managed to kick out there, at this point the dancing passion wasn't making much of an effort to think too hard at all. It'd only make the injuries she'd endured this evening that much harder to deal with, but one thing was for certain. She'd kicked out, Eliza heard the roars of the crowd. They were all practically on their feet at this point, the same couldn't really be said for Ms Harenwood at this point though. In fact she was rolling around on the ground, intent on trying to get some distance from Chloe at the moment.

Ms Harenwood heard Chloe express her frustration towards Eliza, the British/French woman didn't respond at first. Too busy as she was trying to reclaim her bearings. Eliza did hear those words at least, the dancing passion would eventually however rise up to a similar posture. Eliza quietly panted as she sized up Chloe, in response Eliza couldn't really talk. Battered as she was, but she did let out an exasperated "Argggggggg!" towards her oppponent. Her expression clearly one of less composure if the wide eyes and breathing pattern was anything to run by.

At this point Eliza was regaining her focus, but it was a very clear indication that this was the last part of the dance now. Eliza simply wanted it to end. To strike this foe down at long last and be over with it, it would come to the final blow now.......

How in the hell did she kick out of that?

That is one question that Chloe asked herself as she blinked, on her side and amazed at how much left her fellow blond had in the tank. While she could accept that the Darling of Tension had grown from when she first started, the ex-commissioner held the belief that she was better and had the advantage over Eliza, that one thing which gave her the edge. And yet she kicked out. From a move that, yes, Eliza did first, but she was never someone that could take a lot of big hits. Granted, the same question could be asked of Chloe herself. While this is far from the most challenging match she had ever faced, this was potentially up there.

But now was not the time to dwell on such things. For this was the time where victory was near and all she had to do was grab it. She stood defiant, ready for her last stand against her foe. While Chloe had a calmer, more tempered edge to her frustration, Eliza was perhaps true to her namesake. Less composed and perhaps more effected to what Chloe had inflicted on her. She could say she rarely had the chance to make a woman like that. But it was clear where the disgruntled Dancing Passion was coming from. She wanted to end her opponent. Right here and right now.

"Hmph...you a lady...or a beast?" She stared daggers at her as she rose up to her feet. This was it. She figured it would come to this. Just one strike. One strike is all she needed.

"I'll. Put. You. Down.

And she would waste no time after the last word escaped her lips, rushing towards the British Aristocrat, almost sprinting towards Eliza before leaping up into the air and her right leg shot out towards the British Aristocrat with a jumping side kick, her own stockinged heel blitzing straight towards Eliza!

Eliza had it up to here with this woman, Eliza usually considered herself even tempered enough. Such as it was with her British aristocratic background, but even she had her pushing point. It had prompted in this battle, the fans would be tweeting about this for weeks. No, months to come. Eliza even in this delirious state was aware of this, no foe. Man or women had pushed the dancing passion to this brink, this limit. Were Ms Harenwood not doing battle at this very moment she might even profess admiration for this battle, but alas here she was directly squaring against Ms Mason and was considering just falling down and calling it a day.

But Ms Harenwood knew she'd not do that, no she'd fight to the bitter end because that was what she did. The dancing passion applied her all to whatever she did and this was no different. Eliza gritted her teeth as she stared down Chloe and in response to her words she simply thumbed her nose at her, there was no need to express Eliza's determination. Chloe would certainly have felt it anyway, so what point was it to do so?

The dancing passion would prime herself for what would certainly be known as the final blow, something made Eliza perform one of her own trademark attacks. Eliza took a deep breath and bolted as she moved forward for a powerful flying side kick, time slowed as the realisation hit the dancing passion. Quite literally so. Suddenly there was a loud "BOOM!" noise in Eliza's ear as something made impact with her, the next second Eliza hit the mat and lay there in a crumpled heap. She must have connected with something though, Eliza's mind surely must have believed that......

It all came down to this. Chloe would like to say that she would have foreseen this fight going in a different way than this but that would give less credit to her fellow blonde opponent. To bring each other to this kind of state, where one false move would mean doom to these ladies of war, it took a special kind of opponent to do that. And Eliza was one of them. And the crowd had seen the Dancing Passion in such an unique state that they could not help but hold their breath, thumbs tapping furiously on their phones and their cameras raised just to take what would be a historic moment in Tension's rather seedy history.

Both women would rise to their feet, both coming to the point where they would fight until the very end. No words came from the Darling of Tension and at this point, why is there a need for words. Actions speak much louder. Perhaps it was a waste of oxygen saying what she said but Chloe was working on a whim. Whatever she felt, she would say it. But both would come to a mutual agreement.

One more blow.

Without saying any more, Chloe moved in, her determination carrying her as well as her legs and so would Eliza as they both charge towards each other. The adrenaline built up, heart beating fast and she came in with no regrets, putting it all on the line. She would leap in the air, just at the same time as the Dancing Passion would, both in sync with each other it seems ass Chloe brought her leg up, a lance preparing to strike, that is her right leg, her toes splayed hard inside her stockings and so would the British Aristocrat, just a brief moment where she would see the foot that came towards her at blistering speed. Her eye would catch that and for a brief moment, it seemed as if she would come to admire yet stare down at the very weapon that Eliza used to bring down a foe, man or woman. The smoothness, the curves, the way her rose-printed stockings hugged at her skin. All of that was just in a second.

Right until a white flash as Eliza's foot struck at her cheek, not before the realisation that she hit something with her own foot as the two fell down in a heap. And for a while, the two laid there not knowing what hit them. But the crowd leapt up to their feet with applause, mostly in respect of the two competitors. However, there was a concern as both Eliza and Chloe laid there in the middle of the ring. There was no movement for a long while and the ref would consider doing a count-out. Until something rose up. An arm rose up, draping over the Dancing Passion, before pulling her own battered body over Eliza. Body to body, their own chest meet and Chloe's head rested on the side of Eliza's, her own stocking-clad legs remained somewhat tangled. The referee didn't have to wait and he went down, a hand slapping at the mat.

ONE!

This was it, that was the last exchange of the match. The finale, Eliza was spent now. She'd lasted far longer than she'd have done before, heck even then. Likely it was the fact Chloe spurred her to try and push onwards, Eliza didn't really know the reason. She was too out of it to contemplate at the moment with the conclusion of the match. Eliza wasn't even moving an inch save for the slow and steady breath of her heaving chest.

She barely even let out a grunt as Chloe shifted about around her, in a ramshackle way that would signify a pin. Eliza coughed quietly in response, but she didn't move about otherwise. Eliza's eyes shut as the pain in her head rampaged throughout her skull, it felt numb, Eliza couldn't focus and contemplate anyway to begin with. Ms Harenwood was only aware of the loud noises of the fans because of their immense noise.

But one thing she felt certain of, was that she had been defeated here. To think Chloe just waltzed in here and usurped the dancing passion in her home, Eliza couldn't think of any other worse result than this. Ms Harenwood wondered, what would she do now? Most people after this would likely quit, realised they were surpassed. Eliza wouldn't let this get to her, at least.....she was wanting to believe that.......

"TWO!"

It took a while for Chloe to get her wits together, though that is to be expected when you take a kick from one of Eliza's famous legs of hers. She at least had enough wits to know that if she doesn't move then the referee was going to call for a countout. And that is the last thing she wanted. All of this effort just to end in a tie. While it might be fitting considering they are pretty much equals, Chloe fights to win. The blonde would scoot up, only just about doing the bare minimum in order to move her body on top of the Dancing Passion. Having her chest to chest wasn't her intention but it was a welcomed at least.

But all of this was enough for the referee to do his job and start the count. She only needed three but Chloe waited with bated breath. Last time she had her put down, Eliza managed to kick out. But she was sure she put her down this time, and hopefully out for the count. Only that Eliza wasn't actually out like a light, but she remained unmoving. Nevertheless, she had hoped the Darling of Tension could stay down until the final count. Two came and she was getting closer and closer, just one more away before usurping the British Aristocrat, in her league, in her home, with her similar style no less. Chloe was a fan of poetic justice. Though the true sense would be submitting her in a head-scissor.

But what transpired would be more satisfying.

THREE!

The bell rang and the crowd could not keep sitting after such an incredible display that was awe-inspiring and hard-fought, perhaps something that they were waiting for when it comes to the Dancing Passion. A match that had her go the distance, had her truly tested. For Eliza, she was usurped. For Chloe however, she remained undefeated still. Not a bad thing. Though as for now, she was in no hurry to move off from Tension's Beloved Darling - a title Chloe herself wasn't going to take from the rightful owner - she remained on top. Chloe may not be standing, but that is what she wanted.

To be on top of a true rival.

"Mmmnnnh...That was good..." Chloe whispered in Eliza's ear, letting their chests pressed on each other while her legs stroked and rubbed against Eliza's. Slowly, she would be reinvigorated.

That was it, the three count just happened. Eliza lost, her long absence rewarded with a hard loss to her name. She couldn't believe it, the fans couldn't believe it. In fact there was the sudden well......quietness in the air, as if everyone was suddenly taken aback by what just happened. The darling girl of Tension had just been defeated, the one that could take on the best men of Tension and bring them to ground was taken out by someone similar to herself. Was this a sign of the change of times? Was Eliza to have been proven by her minor circle of detractors that there indeed were those who did what she did and do it better? Perhaps this was to be true, already the thought had entered the mind of the dancing passion.

It seemed if she were to prove herself in Tension she'd need to do more than just prove her ability over the male foes in Tension, she'd need to learn to surpass her own gender too. Eliza wondered just where she went wrong in this match, had she just been simply surpassed by Chloe? No, Eliza didn't want to, she refused to believe it so. This was a lucky shot Chloe had, no other way. Eliza swore she'd battle back from this and utterly crush her next opponent to prove once again the power of the dancing passion.

Still though she roused as she felt Chloe shuffling about on her, Eliza briefly opened her eyes but quickly shut them as the bright lights filled her vision. It didn't help the pain in her head either, she did hear Chloe say something good? Eliza wasn't exactly one for talking considering the hard hits she'd taken tonight, all Ms Harenwood could really let out was a minor affirmative grunt before lightly biting her lower lip as she lay there.....

Apparently this was bigger for the Tension audience than Chloe had imagined. Despite the usual cheers that follow after a massive win, the crowd was rather quiet. As if still getting over the shock of their beloved Darling of Tension that has just been beaten, upstaged rather by the better, older, and more experienced Friction counterpart. It was a sight to see. When was the last time they saw Eliza laying there in defeat? Years perhaps. After building herself up, getting better, doing all the training and putting the hours into making herself a formidable opponent.

Chloe, as she laid there with the British Aristocrat underneath her, figured that there is a cruel irony to all of this. The Dancing Passion has paid her dues, strived to be better in order to beat the very best men that Tension had to offer. No matter how big or the physical advantages they would have over her, Eliza strove to overcome such a handicap. Her legs, clothed in those well-known stockings had become something to be feared and admired to veteran and rookie alike. When she struck them with a kick, it was like getting hit with a baseball bat. When she wrapped them around someone’s head, it was just waiting for the inevitable submission, or if they are really dumb, knocked out, because nobody was getting out of them.

And yet…and yet...

Though Chloe could attest that it had come close. The outcome could easily be different and could have gone any other way. Had Eliza knocked Chloe out and got up after then it would be her crowned the victor. Instead, she will have to take the hard loss. On one hand, Chloe was pleased that she had overcome such an opponent and she wondered how she would fare against someone who is much younger and has arguably more experience in the ring. The Tension ring, rather. Wit and experience played an important part in taking down the Dancing Passion and Chloe can at least give her props for pushing her near to her limits.

Chloe soon saw Eliza stir, her sanguine eyes opening before shutting due to the bright lights. She can understand. Both are going to have a massive headache in the morning and their bodies will be sore. Eliza didn’t really respond to Chloe in words, rather giving a grunt and bit her lip. At least she was cognizant enough to know what is going on. And while she kinda liked being on top of the British Aristocrat, she can’t remain there for long. They will have to part.

So Chloe would roll off her fellow blonde opponent, taking a deep breath before taking the assistance of the referee as she got up on wobbly legs, her hand being raised in victory. The crowd would at least give applause for that kind of match, something that would be talked about for months and months to come. She staggered towards the ropes, seeing the two bodyguards coming down the ramp and hurrying just after the bell had rung. A smile crept upon her lips as one would offer assistance, carrying Chloe in one bodyguard’s arms after she slipped out of the ring. She then looked back as the vanquished Dancing Passion. And she had an idea in mind. A change of heart maybe.

“Help her.” She simply said to one of her bodyguards as he came to the edge of the ring, pulling Eliza away and hopefully would take his assistance. The two burly men, with both blondes in their arms, would carry them both to the back. From there, who knows what might happen. But as of right now, in this historic battle of blondes, in a duel to see who does it better between the two, there was a clear and definitive answer.

Chloe Mason was better.