Eliza Harenwood vs Asher Faulk - Take Flight

Eliza had no qualms in terms of going in on the attack; her famous explosive offence is enough to catch anyone off guard and win the initiative. Man, or women, it matters not. Once someone takes a hit from Eliza’s legs, they wouldn’t know what hit them.  Still, this match had Eliza to come up with things that are outside her usual battle stratagem and against such a foe like Mr Faulk, she needed to perform no less than her best if she wanted to obtain victory. Over the many years, she has picked up a lot of skills for her to use, one that takes advantage of her graceful form and her dancing background. She had to keep the momentum on her side and the Darling of Tension had just the strike to do it.

It is quite unorthodox, but the Dancing Passion was not one to be considered as the conventional fighter. She moved in low and Asher would indeed react to it, coming straight back in towards her, seeing she was going to commit to a sweep. Yet that wouldn’t be what Eliza had planned however as she switched legs to send the other at the last minute, seeing from the corner of her eye that the German-American wouldn’t have his guard up in time to block. Though unbeknownst to the Dancing Passion, Asher sent his kick at Eliza’s direction.

Both would indeed take a hard kick, the second hit that she took from Mr Faulk, though only her chest would be caught in the fracas, not quite enough to change the trajectory of Eliza’s strike, where that should be his actual focus. Even still, Eliza scored a massive hit that had the German-American staggering all over the place before he would fall to the ground in a dazed state. Had Eliza not taken the hit, she would have carried on and find the chance to strike and capitalise. However, the kick took her off guard, leaving her chest stinging as she took a moment to get back up to her feet, clutching her chest some. But Asher had to be worse off than Eliza, especially with the strikes that he took so far in this match.

Asher laid there on the ground his world swimming for a moment as he took deep breaths, only the feeling of the canvas against his face prominent besides the dull ache in his head. That move had packed a wallop and he had been on the wrong end of it. It was hard to even think about moving much less if he had gotten a hit off on Eliza. Though as nothing else was happening to him, he had to assume he had scored some sort of hit. Groaning weakly he opened his eyes to the blinding lights of the stadium looking around some.

Moving to roll onto his hands and knees slowly, it felt like he was moving through water how sluggish his body was. Yet he couldn't afford to stay still, worried that his opponent would capitalize on the situation. Crawling in a direction he would find the corner and grasps the ropes if possible and just pull himself up. He had no clue what Eliza was doing or where she was but it was hard to think about to many things at the moment.

Eliza was certain the match was now in her control; Asher was knocked silly by her explosive and accurate offence. Once the enemy was left reeling, it is difficult to cope with it. Mr Faulk was probably knocked for a loop after a blow like that from the Dancing Passion, who's precision and trickery won out the trade between them; 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 practice enabled the Darling of Tension to pull it off, and with style. It was her unique thing that she could bring to the table.

That’s not to say that Asher’s kick didn’t leave a mark, a blow to the chest will leave quite the sting. But despite this, the British Aristocrat knew that the German-American was feeling way worse than she is. Mr Faulk was left reeling and vulnerable; Eliza's eyes widened as a chance to expand on the momentum was presented. Taking a deep breath Eliza would run forward with great haste, right towards the ropes where Asher is pulling himself up — making sure to get the timing just right before he would turn his head towards her direction. Leaping up and bouncing her stocking-clad feet off the ropes, she would twist in the air, shooting her right leg up to try and headshot Asher in the face with an explosive enziguri!

As Asher slowly pulled himself up on the rope he groaned in pain, his body ached all over. He hadn't been hit everywhere it was just the remnant of getting smacked solidly in the face. He knew this match was going to be tough going in, probably more than he could handle. It still didn't stop him from trying though, giving up wasn't in his nature. At least if there was any sort of fight left In the match. Gritting his teeth he reached up to grasp the top rope to pull himself up.

It was this point a testament to Elizas powerful legs became known as his vision swam again. It would also prove to save himself from something much worse. Almost all the way to his feet right when he would turn his knees gave out and he buckled. This would send him down right at the moment Elizas foot would of hurtled towards his face. Though that also meant that Eliza would be in the air without a target as he dropped to his knees holding onto the ropes.

Eliza is known to target the head of an opponent, leaving them reeling and softened up for her famous finisher. Anyone that took a kick to the head from the Dancing Passion can attest how powerful they can be and that they were no joke. A thing to be feared in Tension, but also something the fans are excited to see in her matches. Asher has proven to be tough, especially for a man his size.

Ms Harenwood readies herself for something quite risky but something that could bring massive rewards. She just had to wait for the right time. Once it did come, she rushed to the ropes, bouncing off them to send her leg out towards him. Only for no one to be home. Apparently, the previous kick knocked him for a loop more than the Dancing Passion thought and as luck had it, he ducked underneath her foot. Well, he fell to his knees after buckling which so happened to evade Eliza's big strike. Tumbling and rolling, before getting into one knee, the Aristocrat cursed inwardly as that would have been a massive hit. Still, Mr Faulk was reeling. And as she turned her head to see where he is in case if he'd capitalise. He was on the ropes. On his knees too. And that gave the Darling of Tension an idea. Usually, the Dancing Passion wouldn't continue so hard with her offence, preferring to pace herself, but this could offer a bigger damage payout.

Eliza would rush forwards, bouncing off the ropes opposite the German-American. Only she wasn't going right at him, no Ms Harenwood was rushing to the side of him. The Dancing Passion would leap between the top and middle ropes, left on the top and right on the middle. The plan was to fire out her legs and drive them right into Ralph in a hard tiger feint kick. Eliza might have been British, but she has proven before that she has a bit of Lucha in her.

Asher had dropped to his knees and was hanging on the ropes now, taking a breather after missing getting absolutely devastated. To bad he didn't even know how lucky he was, sheer luck was the only thing that had saved him from that fate. Yet like all things, even luck ran out when going up against suck a skilled opponent as the Dancing Passion. He wasn't going to be mad about this later, he respected her too much and the crush he had on her. Not that he really was considering those things in the moment.

He barely heard the thundering of her feet as she came forward aiming right for his body. How the crowd was cheering in excitement about whatever it was she was about to do. He did however notice the rope going just slightly slack under his arms but by that point it was much to late. His eyes went wide as her feet came hurtling back to his face and he never had time to think much past that. With her dazzling display pain exploded across his face sending him sprawling back onto the mat with a cry of pain. He laid there, dazed and groaning his vision swimming once again. This definitely wasn't where he wanted to be but it was much to painful to think about much.

Eliza is someone that puts in practice that is needed to propel her to the next level, knowing that it is necessary to push oneself to combat the ever-growing league that is Tension. Anyone who is a massive fan of the Dancing Passion would pinpoint the exact moment she needed to get better. The Tension Battle Royale. To think it would be six years since it has happened, time certainly does fly. Ever since then, Ms Harenwood had toured the indie wrestling circuit back in her home country, learning as much as she possibly could from her fellow natives. That would be the first of the many improvements the crowd has seen since she had first started in Tension. Sure, the British Aristocrat was nimble, but at that point, she wouldn’t have been able to perform a move like a tiger feint kick before. Especially with as much precision and power, she could deliver.

The output of Eliza’s spectacular move was displayed with Asher’s reaction to it, the beautiful and toned legs of the Darling of Tension nailing her smaller opponent right in the noggin. No doubt the German-American would be wondering what had hit him. Soon as Asher was knocked down, Eliza quickly rotated herself so that she was sitting on the middle rope with her hands holding the top. Crossing her legs, Eliza looked every bit like the classy aristocrat, yet showing such an appeal that the men in the crowd gave some loud whistles in response to this.

The Dancing Passion certainly hit Mr Faulk quite well there. But she opted not to go for a pin right there, odds were stacked that Asher would kick out by some miracle. The move was spectacular, but this called for something bigger. And she figured that this would be the right time for this. Moving towards the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top of it as the crowd watched the Red Swan up high. It has been a while since she had been there, still comfortable in the air as before. Taking a deep breath, the Darling of Tension would leap up in the air, performing a front flip as if she was doing some diving in the Olympics. One would think that this would be more of a splash, but Eliza added a nice twist to this, looking to land her stocking-clad leg right on the belly of the German-American in a split-leg drop!

There was moments in Ashers life he'd consider life changing. One of those was when he first started wrestling, others might be when he got signed to the AFW at such a young age. This match with the Dancing Passion was definitely going to be one, not for the worse though, but because he was in the ring with someone he idolized and that was definitely out of his league. Well at least, for now. He was going to work harder, get better and...wel find some confidence to ask her out. Those thoughts swam through his dazed head, probably because he slipped out of conscience and lost track of exactly where he was. Life was interesting when you got smashed in the face by a tiger feint kick.

Slowly, things started to coalesce back, the lights, the noise and he found himself sprawled out on the mat. He heard the roar of the crowd, felt the ache of his body and the realization that he was probably gonna lose. But, he was happy, this was where he wanted to be and he wasn't ashamed of himself. Still though, it wasn't going to help him as Eliza went high in the air hurtling down towards his smaller frames. He looked up, his eyes going a bit wide before she went split leg and slammed down on his belly. He wheezes as the air was driving straight from his stomach and his body jackknifed and then flopped back down onto the mat with a small weak groan from his lips. When he saw this in video later, he'd appreciate how absolutely sexy this was. But at this moment it was just agonizing pain.

Spectacular feats of the display are one of the things the crowd loved when it came to the Dancing Passion, the crowd eating it up and relishing in the beauty of such destruction. Mr Faulk was suffering so much after a powerful strike from the legs of Eliza Harenwood, one that could quite possibly have left him out of it. Ms Harenwood leaned back as she watched her handiwork. Perhaps one of her most elegant and accurate strikes delivered in recent memory. The German-American certainly didn't know what hit him. And even if he did, it wasn't going to be vocalized, not after a blow like that.

The Dancing Passion lifted herself, stylishly as prior. She brought her legs into an upside-down split while doing a handstand, perhaps signalling the end for the German-American debutant. The Darling of Tension then put her legs upright and moved back into a standing position, her stocking clad feet touching the canvas once more. Eliza saw that Asher was in a prime place 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 Mr Faulk's crumpled state, making sure he was lying on his back before pulling him to the centre of the ring by his legs. 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 Asher's head before quickly lying down and snapping Asher's head in between her legs for a headscissors. But that was only the start, Eliza intended to move back and forth slowly to further disorient the German-American in addition to the pressure applied by the hold. It was a move many a fan of Tension knew: The Ballroom Roller!