Eliza Harenwood vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Two Sides, One Coin

It would take much to get under Eliza’s skin, but it wasn’t impossible to make her disdain her opponents. Entering into her stance, the Dancing Passion relished in the chance of giving this woman a sound thumping. Ms Harenwood swore that she would strike Sin down and force her to learn some proper lessons. Yet she knew she could not get riled up, it would only benefit the enemy after all.

Even though she was facing a woman, the Korean acted with as much savoir-faire Eliza expected from men in Tension. During her time within the federation and growing up, she learned to deal with them before they tried to assert themselves and strike them down with a comment-laden with barbed wire. Still, the Darling of Tension wasn’t intent on underestimating Sin. She knew the Korean had skills and is just as dangerous with her legs. But Eliza wasn’t going to let Sin get the best of her as well, this was the best opportunity to show she can beat opponents of her gender.

The bell would ring, and Eliza was now in this match to win. There wouldn’t be much chance to assess her opponent, Sin would simply go in on the charge straight away. Aggressive right off the bat that is something she should expect from her. Again, Sin doesn’t strike as the patient sort, which is something that the British Aristocrat could undoubtedly count on.

Sin went for a kick to her chest, and Eliza promptly went into action. They may share some explosive offence, but Eliza isn’t planning on letting Sin beat her at her own game. The Dancing Passion reacted by leaning backwards, letting Sin’s foot hit her arms, wincing from the whip-like kick. She would clock the other leg coming at her and in one fluid motion, Ms Harenwood would dodge low and to the side. So that the blow would go clean over her and in response, Eliza would move right and leap into a jumping butterfly kick, aimed directly at the side of the head, looking to send her reeling early on.

Huh. She dodged the kick. That was kind of a new one.

Sin was so accustomed to fighting people who couldn’t keep up with her speed, she swore, she could sometimes forget that it was even possible to avoid her attacks, that blocking and tanking them weren’t the only two options. Chloe had given her a taste of that, but she still hadn’t grown used to it, as the irritated glare on her face showed. All things with time.

The first kick hit, mind you, but the followup was deftly avoided, coming under the kick and moving to Sin’s flank. She was now in a blind spot, and that gave her two choices - she could either try to figure out what Eliza was about to do and attempt to counter, or get the fuck out of the way. She choose the latter.

Sin threw her body to the side, cartwheeling out of the way and avoiding the butterfly kick. She came down on her toes a second after Eliza did the same, but she didn’t stay on them for long before she was off again. No wasted movement today.

Leaping in, she shot her leg out for a snap kick from her right leg aimed at the gut, then another from the left aimed at her face, firing them off with rapid succession. The match had just started, but she was fairly sure they’d spent more time in the air than on the canvas. She liked that.

Eliza made the mistake of being conservative at the start of the fight with Chloe. Opting for a change of pace in a game of inches wasn’t so much of a bad idea. But it was dangerous when it came to what’s truly a fight against yourself. And against a woman like Sin, she wasn’t going to hold back against her. The Dancing Passion was intent on bringing her full might to bear against her opponent, going back to what made her successful against many foes. It was just a matter of if Sin could catch up with the Aristocrat. If not, then her famous legs would quickly claim another victim.

If only Eliza could see the irritating glare when it came to deftly dodge her attacks. Sin is fast, no denying that. However, Eliza was far from slow herself. Ms Harenwood knew how it was when you’re faced with new tactics that completely catch you off guard, the ex-commissioner took advantage of that. So, the Darling of Tension had no qualms of doing the same. Sin’s leg flew above Eliza, and the Dancing Passion sought to counter accordingly. It was an unusual kick to start off with, but it was something that felt right to her. Plus, coupled with the acrobatics, a well-placed butterfly kick would have even Sin in trouble.

However, Sin was smart not to try and counter something that unorthodox. Instead, both of them would be cartwheeling of sorts, bodies dancing in the air in a deadly waltz. It was a beautiful sight, and the British Aristocrat wished she had started with that kind of offence in their fight. It would have changed many things. But it was best not to dwell in the past, especially with a fighter like Moon Sin-Jae.

The Dancing Passion only has a moment where her toes met the mat, landing in somewhat of a crouch. And the British Aristocrat had enough sense to expect another charge in from Sin. Both prided in their explosive offence, and that is something Eliza would have done once she has scored a decisive blow onto her opponent. Eliza hasn’t done so yet, but it was coming. And Sin will feel it.

She catches the swift moments coming from Sin as her leg fired out a snap kick. It was flawless, perfect even, especially on balance. How many years has she been trained? A question Eliza may never know. Eliza could perhaps step to the side and go for one of her jumping kicks. But she had a gut feeling that Sin would be fast to catch that one. So, she would do something different, twisting her body to one side, her guarding hand pushed forward and to the side to knock Sin’s kick askew earlier than expected. From there, The Dancing Passion swung her foot low, looking to connect with the back of Sin’s leg with a sweep. While it may drop her flat, she doubted that Sin would stay on the floor. However, it’s best just to take things one step at a time…

It turned out that the ditching dodge had been the right move for Sin to take, and confirmed that as she spied Eliza’s current condition. There’d been a kick coming her way, and she was familiar enough with the musculature and her own movements to guess that it wouldn’t have been a soft hit. She’d known Eliza was fast, seen her in action a few times, but taking it head on was a fresh experience. Had to stay on her toes with this one. Figurative and literal.

Keep moving. Just keep moving.

Her snap kicks came out perfect, firing off in rapid succession, beautiful blows that would’ve dropped Eliza flat - if they’d hit. As it turned out, however, they didn’t, and not just because her target moved out of the way in. She parried them, knocked her off course, which made her land in an awkward stumble. It wasn’t for long, she would’ve righted herself in a second, but Eliza only needed half of one to take advantage, coming at her with a low sweep that was meant to take her off her feet. And did its job, too - the blow collided with her ankles and she was sent falling back.

But that didn’t mean she was going down. Sin kicked up her legs as she fell, threw them back, and turned the fall into an impromptu backflip, just barely managing to get her feet on the mat. She threw in another flip right after to make more space between them, then launched forward with a giant lung to close the gap she’d created.

Twisting as she approached, she threw out a low kick of her own, going for Eliza’s knees. Whether it would connect or not - and it probably wouldn’t - she’d keep going, keep up her momentum, and shoot her other leg out with a spinning heel kick an instant later, attempting to sink her heel deep into the Dancing Passion’s stomach and knock her into the corner.

As it turned out, going low for an attack instead of the usual head kick was the right move for Ms Harenwood. While she would like nothing more than to make Sin’s head ring like the city bells, there was a high chance that she would have seen that one coming. Such was the curse when you are fighting someone with a near similar strategy. And in this match, every strike had to count. Eliza did enjoy this though, reminding herself of fencing. The Darling of Tension figured there is nothing satisfying than finally scoring the plunging blow on your opponent. The more Sin made her work for it, the sweeter it gets.

The sweep connected and down she went. The Dancing Passion was already getting ready to take Sin out while she was down. Before, Eliza wouldn’t be as confident in her ground game but this was years ago. She had shown massive growth and her dance background allowed her to use special moves while she’s there. There is a chance that Sin was equally as dangerous, sure. But she had the confidence to take her down there, having perhaps the better experience.

However, Sin showed that her agility matched the Dancing Passion, quickly getting into a handstand and flipping away. Eliza simply spun round to face her again, a twirl you’d see from figure skating. Her stocking-clad feet would be grounded once more, but even Eliza knew that she would be on the move again. The gap was a lot larger than it was when they had started, Eliza noticed. Sin would move in to rectify that.

The Korean came in fast and hard, shooting out a low kick that resulted in Eliza bringing her knee up just to take the kick on her shin. She felt the stinging smack of Sin’s foot on her calf, realising it could have been much devastating if that did hit her knee. But Eliza had other problems to deal with. Most importantly, the spinning heel kick that made contact imminent.

Even with the use of her arms, the blow was still powerful enough to be felt around her gut. The British Aristocrat stumbled back, caught on the backfoot till she had her back hitting the corner. Eliza let out a grunt, remaining with her back at the turnbuckle. No doubt Sin would make her chase again after this.

”Ha!”

Sin let out a triumphant laugh as her kicks did their work, nailing Eliza and giving her the first real impact of the match. It wouldn’t mean much in the long run - she wasn’t one of those one-hit waifs from Friction, it would take a lot more than one simple hit to bring her down. But it was a good start. Satisfying. More than enough to whet the appetite. Those were good impacts, both of them, and the look on her foe’s face hadn't gone unnoticed. She could rock this woman.

Moving fast and low, Sin closed in as soon as she was able, following Eliza to the corner. She moved like a snake slithering in the grass, hunched over, her head going one was as her body went the other, feet barely touching the floor. While they had much in common, the differences were stark - Eliza was all about grace and style, where Sin was a huntress homing in on her prey, closing in for the kill.

She could’ve just ram her shoulder into Eliza’s stomach, could’ve laid into her with a barrage of kicks, could’ve given her a fun slap in the face - all good options, but lacking the finesse she wanted here. It wasn’t enough just beat this woman. She needed it to look good.

Sin straightened up as she neared and spun about, so her back would collide with Eliza’s chest and hammer her into the turnbuckle, mashing her against the pads. She couldn’t let an opportunity like this go without enjoying herself, and she’d indulge with a quick grind, pressing her hips into her foe’s lap for a quick, teasing grind...but it would only be for the briefest of moments.

When it was over, Sin went right back to business. She’d take a quick step forward, then leap up and spin around in one fluid motion, shoot her leg up high to send an enziguiri towards Eliza’s pretty face.

Eliza cursed herself as she found her back hitting the turnbuckle. With this much power, Eliza could only do so much to lessen the blow a bit. Roll with the punches as they say, but the sudden force of it jarred the Dancing Passion. Sending her careening back. Much to her chagrin, Sin scored one of the first impact of the match. Which is odd, considering many credit Eliza for that department.

That doesn’t mean that she’d fall to pieces, the match is still fresh, and Eliza wasn’t going to fall as quickly like her past self. But it is still a rare sight, to be sent reeling this early on into the fight. Far often then the opponent would be on the defence or at least having to respond to the Dancing Passion’s offence. Yet here she was being outpaced, a far cry to the various opponents she had faced before. Still, Eliza isn’t green anymore, but Sin probably knows a few tricks that the Dancing Passion doesn’t use. Which funny enough was a factor that would rear its ugly head against Ms Harenwood.

For starters, she had a feeling Sin was going to chase her to the corner. It was a given. What she didn’t expect was Sin throwing herself onto Eliza rather than a kick, her back mashing against Eliza. The Darling of Tension tried to prepare a rebuttal, but Sin would go on to grind herself on the classy woman. Eliza was never one to indulge the seedier side of Tension. She would be an advocate to nip it in the bud. But Sin could not help herself, even after not getting the kind of match she wanted, she seemed keen on turning it into one.

“Grrr!” Eliza growled. God, this was embarrassing, her flustered cheeks belied her true intentions, however. If she was being grinded up like this, who knows what Sin would perform. Luckily, Eliza was in the position to do something about it. As Sin went forward, Eliza brought her legs up, just as the Korean spun round to shoot both of her stocking clad feet into her, kicking her away whilst Sin’s in mid air.

No, Sin couldn’t help herself. Did Eliza even swing that way? She didn’t know, and really didn’t care. Hell, it would’ve been best if she was straight, just to freak her out the most. The mind games weren’t just for her getting rocks off, but for fucking with her opponent’s heads, keeping them off their game. This wasn’t a hentai match, but that didn’t mean the tactics weren’t still effective. Sex and violence all the way.

And it seemed to work with Eliza at first, getting the predictable reaction out of the stuffy little bitch. Sin took a step forward and prepared for the followup, thinking she was nice and secure.

She wasn’t. At all. She learned this the hard way, as she was kicked clean out of the air and sent tumbling to the canvas, croaking out at the impact. She landed hard on her back, rolled once, then popped back to her feet in a crouch. ‘Recovered’, technically.

It wasn’t the best look for her, leaving her stunned for a second, surprised by the sudden reaction. She tried to stand, but she was wobbly for the moment, didn’t rise easy. Eliza had tagged her good with that one.

Okay, fuck it, fair enough.

Eliza knew full well Sin was the kind to have her cake and eat it, but there was no way she was going to claim her like this. In fact, had it been anyone else, especially a man in the ring that did this again, Ms Harenwood would throw the match by kicking them where it hurts and storming off. However, The Dancing Passion would decide against it, that would only give so much satisfaction to the Korean opponent. And Eliza didn’t want to admit that Sin is getting to her. She never had to stoop so low to use such tactics and has bested the competition before. And she will show Sin the error of her ways once she recovers from being knocked out.

Such an apparent attempt to cop a feel would be met by a fierce punish from the Dancing Passion. And lo and behold, Sin would bear the brunt of it. Right before Sin went for an enziguri, which is one of Eliza’s favourites, Eliza kicked her out mid-air. It was a picturesque blow, the kind that would have made Sin look so silly to accompany it. The Darling of Tension knew this, as she unintentionally bore a smirk at the punishment she bestowed.

But there was still work to be done. Not wanting to give this damn woman an inch that she didn’t have to, Eliza gave chase right away the moment she landed. The mistake that Sin made was that she tried to get to her feet too quickly, too soon. That would probably leave her open, something the Dancing Passion was never going to miss.

So Eliza would have a little surprise waiting for her, rushing towards the Korean before firing her left knee square at the face. Her past self might not have had her go for such a move, but she opted a more pragmatic approach. No mercy will be shown to Sin.

”Sonofa못쓰게 만들다youstupidgoddamn매춘부-”

Sin’s speech kept slipping in out of the two languages she was fluent in, as she gave the Japanese audience a free lesson in English and Korean curses. Couldn’t be helped. It was sort of her default for having her skull rocked like this, made all the worse by who’d done the headrocking. She could kind of accept it coming from someone like Chloe Mason, but against a stuffy, prissy bitch Harenwood? Fuck that noise all day long. Harenwood was like a blonde, Brit version of the woman her parents had tried and failed to make her into.

She just had to pick her way back up, get into the fight, and-

Sin’s eyes shot wide as she started to rise and already saw Eliza on her ass, giving her absolutely no slack. A knee cracked her clean in the face, hit hard enough to make her ears ring at the impact, and down she went again. This time she rolled with the momentum, flopping over once before she stopped on her back. Groggy, loopy, she started to push her way up again, this time with a little smile and a chuckle.

”Heh. Aggressive. I like.” She spat to the side. ”More than my ass rubbed off on you, seems.”