Eliza Harenwood vs Asher Faulk - Take Flight

Considering the dull, throbbing pain that must be coursing through his hands, Asher would be thinking twice getting hit in general, not just taking a decisive blow from the Dancing Passion. The German-American must be imagining what it would feel like, taking a strike from Eliza’s legs were no joke, the Briton had a way of finding a well-placed head kick that can lead any man reeling. He probably wouldn’t know what hit him if it did land with precision, count his lucky stars that he got his guard up correctly.

While Eliza has been on the offence, she hasn’t had the chance to get a good hit on him, only hitting his guard. Not entirely what she had been seeking but this wasn’t a big lumbering man, Asher had speed and has shown before he can take to the air, making it a tricky opponent to land. But that made it all the more interesting. By now, the German-American would be much warier in approaching her; everything must be perfect, no chance in making a mistake though Eliza has more experience. And if Mr Faulk isn’t going to make a mistake, then she’ll force him to make one. Every decision counted and Asher was going to have to play smarter than before.

Asher may have had the chance to catch a breather, but so did Eliza, who is still looking fresh, flicking back her long blonde locks behind her as she settled into her stance once more. And after a while, Asher would make his move yet again, coming straight at her with the same amount of speed, getting to the ropes after rushing past her, turning on the balls of her foot to see him bounce off the ropes. Reminded her how she’d perform her handspring elbow on her opponent. Eliza would play interceptor; however, the only thing better than speed is timing. She was stepping in, the Dancing Passion her momentum as she swiftly spun in a blur of blonde, black and red, putting some bodyweight before leaping up in the air to meet him in the skies. If all goes well, Eliza will shoot out a spinning back kick, though this time it wouldn’t be for the head, vulnerable as that body part is, there were still other body parts that were equally better to strike at. All to give some extra impact to kick through her target, not just at the target.

Asher had already committed to his plan of attack as he rushed in at Eliza and went airborne. There was always that exciting and terrifying moment when he went airborne, always a gamble that he could hit the jackpot or come up bust. As she turned around immediately ready for him, there was no way he wasn't coming up busy this time. As much as he wish he could stop the momentum it was to far in motion and Eliza looked to take fulls advantage of it.

Her foot slammed hard into his stomach in mid air, which was a feet in itself considering the timing needed. That didn't help him any as it drove the air out of his lungs and pain exploded out from his gut. He went hurtling back landing on the ground with a hard thud as he wheezed in pain. His hands moving to his stomach as it was just pure agony. His body curled up into a ball unable to really think at all about what just happened .

There wasn't much he could do in the moment, he had just been hit brutally mid air and he was going to fill that for a while. He could hear the dull roar of the crowd but barely unable to really focus it. He just focused on catching his breath, trying to breath and stop wheezing in pain. His abs though felt like there was foot still pressed on them, even if the pain was easing off he still wasn't moving much after that hit from Eliza.

There was a reason as to why they call high-flying such a high risk, high reward kind of style. Eliza knew that there were times in which she had to fly, such big moves brought massive rewards for her to reap and the amplified damage it brought, as well as the thrill of taking it to the skies is something that would interest many an adrenaline junkie. The problem was that while in the air, you have no control over your body, which meant that one could be open to many counters. One that the Dancing Passion exploited with pinpoint accuracy.

Eliza delivered a powerful blow, one that earned a massive cheer from the fans of Tension in attendance tonight. Asher had gotten a good 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, her years of acrobatic practise allowed her to attack from angles other couldn’t manage as they lacked the limberness to do so. Ms Harenwood landed on the mat, maintaining a focus on Asher as she touched down. Caught off guard by this attack, it was one thing to know about the gameplan and moves of someone, but it was another to experience it.

Eliza saw him wheezing and gasping for air, and the Darling of Tension wasted no time in trying to press the advantage as she dashed towards the downed opponent, performing a handstand close to the German-American, but with the intent to drop her stocking-clad leg down on the head of Asher with a leg drop, looking to land right into a split for a spectacular strike at her opponent!

It would have been nice if Asher was at least one of the taller or bigger wrestlers in Tension. Maybe he would have been a little bit more sturdy. All his highflying exploits had toughened him up over the years but the reality was he was still small and there wasn't a lot of room for massive damage for him when it came right down to it. He'd say that Eliza's legs were up on there on having the capability for massive damage, something that he was experiencing at the moment as he clenched his stomach.

As she moved in on him, like a tiger stalking her prey he really didn't have the capacity to do much else but clench his stomach. Though he was going to quickly wish he did as Eliza had some exciting ways of attacking him that she was about to show off.

Her handstand was executed flawlessly and the leg drops right onto his face doubly so as she smashed it right down onto his face with a cry of pain. He writhed underneath her as she hit a perfect split as well if he had seen it from the audience he would thought it was spectacular as well. Underneath it though not so much. He groaned in pain as he laid underneath her legs, his hands reaching up to weakly try and push it off his face, though that was the extent of his game plan at the moment as he tried to let the cobwebs clear.

Another powerful blow was struck by the Dancing Passion, a picture-perfect moment as Eliza performed the handstand leg drop that cracked Asher right in the head. Eliza had a small smile on her face, even if she didn't know it. Asher was rocked by the 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 Darling of Tension. Eliza felt like she was making progress now, Mr Faulk was tough for his size, but Eliza was seemingly a step ahead now!

With Asher now clearly left crumpled on the mat, Eliza was able to take things at her own pace. Eliza preferred having the speed of the fight controlled by her, make them dance to her tune, as the saying went. Even if Asher was as tall as most men in Tension, the Dancing Passion was capable of bringing them down to size, the significant advantages to such big men could be nullified, not that they were real advantages at all to Ms Harenwood. Most of Eliza's opponents all had similar benefits in being more prominent and more stringent than the German-American and Eliza overcame them time and time over. Now that Asher is down, the Dancing Passion was going to need to try and use this opportunity, in case if Asher was indeed durable than Eliza was.

Although, Eliza did just came from her acrobatic double whammy, plus Asher's earlier offence served a reminder to Eliza to stay wary of her opponent. Nevertheless, Eliza now led in the match, and she wanted to try and see if he was still aware of what is around him. Taking a brief sigh, Ms Harenwood stood up, lifted his legs up, dragging him away from the ropes before the Darling of Tension tried to flip him around for a Boston Crab. It was not just striking that was a forte of Eliza, submissions and a ground game were also a claim to fame of hers!

There was a good dull ringing going on in Asher's ears now after getting smooth powerful legs smashed onto his face he wasn't exactly feeling that great. Still, there was a match going on, and he needed to actually get into it before this turned into another complete route. He was just focusing on trying to catch his breath, getting past the agony in his stomach and face.

Feeling her grip his legs he didn't really resist it as she went dragging his smaller body towards the center of the ring. Being heavier here might have slowed her down a hair, but that wasn't the case so she wasn't going to find it hard as she did. Still, he had a bad feeling that if she started doing wherever this was heading he was going to be in for a bad time. He needed to do something so he saved his energy for the last minute.

As she would move to begin rolling him over he would try and strike. He'd roughly try to pull back his left foot out of her grasp hopefully catching her off guard by showing life. If that happened he would aim his own kick forward slamming it towards her stomach. It might not have the same force but it still probably hurt and give him an opportunity to escape.

While she is most famous for her well-aimed and precise blows that left opponents wondering what just happened, Eliza has developed a reliable follow up to her strikes. Submissions were at the same time both a boon and anathema to the Dancing Passion, which is beneficial since her legs can become a target and render her game plan moot. At the same time, however, it allowed Eliza the ability to bring her opponents down to size in both the general and literal sense. Asher was undoubtedly going to know this once the match ended. Of course, Eliza was famed mostly for a particular move of hers that was a submission, but the German-American, in Eliza's mind, wasn't worn down yet to warrant it. Besides, Ms Harenwood felt the move was sort of honour for her opponents; they had to survive long enough for Eliza to be forced to use it.

For someone smaller than the Aristocrat herself, Asher was pretty durable so the next step was whittling down such endurance to make sure Ashee would not be able to cope with the long haul, as it would undoubtedly occur. At the same time, she didn't know how well he would fair on the ground. Hence why Eliza had been more cautious in this approach, making sure to be relatively close to standing up in case she needed to beat a fast retreat. Eliza was intent on trying to damage Mr Faulk's lower body to make him much more manageable for her offence.

Asher would catch on to Eliza's plan, yanking his foot from her grasp before kicking her in the stomach, the Darling of Tension letting out a grunt and stumbling back. It was far from the most potent kick he could muster, but it did leave a stinging reminder that fortified her reasoning to be cautious with this man. She dusted herself a bit, giving the German-American a bit of space, Eliza isn't about to charge head-on when he still has life.

His foot sunk into her belly, his first hit of the match against her. It wasn't much but it was something and big things could start from small beginnings. At least that's what he had to believe or he was just in for a world of hurt this match. Taking a few breaths, he slid back on his back while she also watched him not moving forward. Getting some distance he moved himself up to his feet again and stood up.

Asher gave her a bit of a smile, he couldn't help it, she really was amazing physically and well...gorgeous. He could feel his cheeks turning red and pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He was in a match, he needed to focus and figure out how the heck to approach her. She had basically been ready to counter everything he did. It was making a game plan tough.

Considering things for a moment he raised his hands and moved towards her. He was taking a grappling stance, and was moving towards her slowly. Slowing it down wasn't his best option but there was a plan here now. As he moved forward he waited for Eliza to see how she would approach this, forcing her to take the offensive this time.

Asher still had his wits with him, something that is admirable to the Dancing Passion. Many of her opponents wouldn't know what hit them as soon as they get struck by Eliza's famous legs. Mr Faulk must have a tougher cranium than most burlier men in this league. It reminded her of her match with a certain lothario. Needless to say, everyone remembered what happened when he tried to claim his fifteen minutes of fame. She smiled slightly, seeing cases that he might be smitten. So long as the boundaries were quite clear to the German-American.

The British Aristocrat would retreat, careful not to take too much damage. Even if she's far from being the delicate flower in the past, she still can't afford to be tanking so many hits. However, all had been going according to plan so far, taking the German-American down and finding mistakes for her to exploit. If she could keep that up, then Asher will fall in no time. Though that will take a while as Asher has not fully committed in dashing towards the Dancing Passion like before, taking a more cautious approach. No matter, the Darling of Tension was prepared for a battle of wits.

However, her movements have to be flawless in terms of timing. This was a fast opponent she is dealing with. Though she didn't spent years developing herself for nothing. The Dancing Passion threw herself downwards while planting a hand on the mat to give her a sense of balance, as her leg shot out to try and sweep Asher off his feet. Or at least, have it look like she was going to do that. What she was hoping to do was send it slow enough and wide enough where it would easily be seen and dodged, but in doing so, the German-American might inadvertently stick his head slightly forward. From there, the British Aristocrat would switch her hips and send one of her strong legs upwards towards Asher with a kick right to the face!

Asher was curious to see how Eliza was going to go on the attack, though he was also planning on pouncing the moment she made her move. He wanted her to commit this time, if just to get a moment to hit her with a hard hit even if he has to eat one hit. Though this would be perfect timing on his point, no doubt what his opponent would be going for. The only difference being she had more experience and could definitely hit harder than him, it wasn't exactly the most exciting prospect in the world for him.

As she moved forward he took a breath and tensed ready to move. As she went down to her hands he shot forward quickly as well which did bring his chin forward there was mo getting around it he didn't know her plan. Though he was also bringing his own kick towards her head as she dropped down before coming up with the kick. It looked like they were both going to eat a foot towards some part of their body no matter what.

Elizas foot would quite certainly smack right into Ashers head which sent him for a loop and careening back onto the ground dazed. He wouldn't know if he hit her or not all he would feel and see was stars as he'd lay out on the msg groaning weakly. It definitely hurt way more than he could ever imagined. In fact, he was pretty sure pain subsided just a bit as he faded out of consciousness for a moment before coming back into it.