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

Eliza often enjoyed the feeling of leading in a fight, asserting herself and displaying the prowess of years of training. Sin might be reconsidering the decisions that had to led her up to that point, especially with that little stunt she was trying to pull. The Dancing Passion would still remain clean, abiding by the rules of engagement. It wouldn’t do her well to sink to the Korean’s level and debase herself. That was not her way. But it still felt good to have landed that knee right on Sin’s face. Ms Harenwood was by no means sadistic, but it was still satisfying to land a blow like that.

As expected, Sin proved to be tougher than expected. Many had taken strikes from Eliza and be left in a prime position to just be out of it. But here she was, still having her wits together to swear in different languages. Which amused the British Aristocrat as she stood after the powerful knee. During her time in Tension, Eliza had learned not to be so formal, given the lawless nature she grew up in.

As much as Eliza could press her offence with Sin still getting up, she chose not to. A tactical way to pace herself, her own offence can leave her tired if she doesn’t do so. Much as she despised her foe, she wasn’t taking her lightly. Interestingly, Sin gave a compliment, instead of catching her breath, which had the Darling of Tension lifting an eyebrow. She was really asking for it, wasn’t she? Ms Harenwood simply scoffed, a smirk given at the Korean. Many a man and woman would comment on the power that Eliza’s legs possessed. And many foolishly wanted to have her use those weapons on them. But enough of that digression, The Dancing Passion re-enter her stance, preparing for whatever Sin might have in store. Though considering the state of her, Eliza was a tad bit curious to what she may try…

Sin was weary as she rose, thinking that Eliza would come in and press her advantage, hammer her into the ground. It’s what she would do, and would do when the situation presented itself in this match, but that didn’t seem to be on Eliza’s agenda - no, she was hanging back, taking that stance, putting on that same dignified, debonair face. The bitch really leaned into the whole stereotypical British schtick. Honor, fair play, all that crap.

Her mistake. Sin knew exactly how to handle the noble types, and she was already formulating some ideas on how to use those sensibilities against her. But she needed to get to that point, first.

Needed to get a little creative. Try something unexpected, see if she could work her way in. Something like…

Sin lurched forward, then charged in, one more taking Eliza straight on. She raised her leg as she moved in range, figuring that would be where the woman’s focus would be, using her feet as a lure. It would seem like all the world like she was going for a low kick, likely aiming at Eliza’s knees.

But that wasn’t the intention. Instead, she kept going and moved past the kicking range, and swung out with a right hook aimed at Eliza’s jaw. A good, hard punch. Not her forte, but she could pull off decent ones when the occasion arose, and she figured this was a decent one.

Sin had every right to be wary at Eliza. The Dancing Passion could have quickly struck the Korean while she was down, even after recovering from a devastating knee to the face. Many women, even men, would be cautious when it came to the legs of the British Aristocrat. But continuing her offence came at the cost to her stamina. And with someone like Sin, she needed to pace herself. Plus, she had a feeling that the idea of ‘not attacking an opponent while they’re down’ would annoy Sin even more.

And it probably did. Sin made an effort not to show that it may or may not have worked. No matter, the Darling of Tension planned to wow the audience with her legendary leg attacks, something Sin seemed to go for. Sin lashed out towards her, coming into her range, and Eliza prepared for what she got. Her eyes glanced shortly, something she didn’t want to leave watching for too long if she could help it. Her glance did catch the leg swinging towards Eliza’s own. A brief moment where she smirked, it was always a plan for many to go after Eliza’s famous legs before they would bring pain unlike any other. A low kick was simple to defend against, a raise of her leg sought to take the shot at her calf, where it would take the brunt of the attack.

Or so it seemed. It turned out that wasn’t the case and likely due to their similar natures, Sin took that to make it her advantage. Coming closer instead, Sin’s fist shot out with a right hook. Eliza managed to get her guard up, protecting her head from the attack. But the force and surprise of it all sent Eliza staggering back, however. She had to remind herself that men aren’t the only ones to use punches, and that caused Eliza to scramble mentally and stable herself before Sin could charge back in again!

”Gotcha.”

It had been a shitty punch, if Sin were being honest, her lack of finesse with the move showing through. Probably didn’t turn right with it, didn’t get all the force she could. It wasn’t like she neglected her upper body, so she could certainly get some decent force into a blow like that if done properly, but that hadn’t been the best display.

But it didn’t matter, really - all she wanted to do was throw Eliza for a loop, and shit, did it do that.

Sin looked on as the woman stumbled back, creating space between them as she tried to regain her footing, something he had no intention of allowing. Leaping forward, she threw her body into a roll, somersault to close the distance in a flourish. The moment her feet touched down, she jumped up and flipped forward again - this time, however, she let her legs swing up and over, trying to bring them down on Eliza in an arc to hit her with a Rolling Koppu Kick.

Granted, the punch itself wasn’t anything to write home about. Ms Harenwood has taken harder hits than this before from people bigger than Sin. But she didn’t need to be as big as those brutes if it just does its job well enough. Sending Eliza back reeling. It was a rare sight. Far often the opponent to the Dancing Passion would be on the defence or at least having to respond to her offence. Yet here she was backpedalling, a far cry from the numerous opponents Eliza had faced before. If it was someone grappling her, Eliza could have slid out and reversed it. But the Korean delivered an attack that the Darling of Tension couldn’t deal within time. Even if she was mentally prepared for that sort of offence, reacting to it was another matter.

Her staggering back was more out of reactive instinct at this point, she was getting her arms prepared to try and take whatever bit of offence Sin was attempting to muster. At this stage, the Dancing Passion betted on some form of a strike being attempted. And Eliza would be right on that part. Just not the kind of strike she was expecting.

A Koppu kick had its risks, the kind that would have left Sin wide open if she whiffed in and Eliza would have punished thoroughly. But on an opponent taken off guard, it proved to be effective and did its job laying out the Dancing Passion by the sheer alacrity of the movement. The ensuing strike sent Eliza crashing down to the mat after a roll. Eliza hissed, knowing in the truth that the battle has just begun. But she promised herself those wagers wouldn’t pay off next time…

Sin couldn’t do anything sexual with Eliza, that much was clear, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get some satisfying high out of this all. Hitting Eliza with that kick, the elation that occurred when her feet connected and she dropped like a bag of garbage? It wasn’t as good as an orgasm, but it was close. It would do.

She landed on her butt, kicked her legs up to roll off her shoulders, and landed in a crouch to see the fruits of her labor - Eliza, laying there, hurt and suffering. It wasn’t going to last too long, this woman was surprisingly tough for an aristocratic creampuff, but it did her heart good. Just the sight of her would do. For now.

Oh, and it gave her an opening. Needed to make something out of that.

Tempting as it was to go for something on the flashier side, Sin reeled that impulse in for now. Running forward, she went for something simple - she brought her foot up and stomped Eliza’s thigh, driving her heel down hard.

It was far from being considered unfamiliar territory, but it was a position she usually wasn’t in often. She rued the moment that Sin fell her after that koppu kick. Having a comparable skillset to the Dancing Passion meant that it can be used to expect the kind of attacks Ms Harenwood uses. But she found herself unable to counter that blow. Sadly, few men within Tension held a similar enough move set for Eliza to learn what to do against it. Ironic given that it had lead to the many victories against the men of the organisation. It does little for her in this match, if Eliza wishes to attain success, she had to pull something out of the box.

Besides, fighting a woman needed a more subtle touch after all.

The Korean was intent on milking her advantage for what it’s worth. Sin advanced towards the downed blonde to attack the legs. It was a sound plan, after all, it was Eliza’s foremost tool in battle. Even a complete novice in action could identify the British Aristocrat used them to significant effect. In truth, it was a great idea. However, that idea has been used on her one too many times already. So it wasn’t a complete surprise that Eliza developed countermeasures to combat that.

With the Darling of Tension correctly oriented, she tucked her knees to her chest before rolling backwards. Eliza’s hands planted on the canvas underneath her as the Dancing Passion suddenly rise up in a handstand, shooting both legs out upwards like a shotgun at Sin’s chin. Should that hit, Eliza would follow it up with an attempt to flip towards the ropes, bouncing off them to attempt a springboard elbow, a mainstay to her arsenal of strikes.

Sin’s strategy might have been obvious, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an effective one. Priority one was crushing her opponent’s legs, hobbling her for the rest of the match. She wasn’t super up-to-date on this woman, but even she knew about Eliza’s legendary legs. All the damage they could pile up. Her own were better, of course, but that didn’t mean she had nothing to worry about. All it took was a good kick at the wrong moment, and she’d be laid out. She knew how quick that shit could get out of hand.

Fuck irony. She wanted to win.

The feel of Eliza’s thigh crushing underneath her heel would’ve been a sweet one, for sure, so it was all the more disappointing when she was robbed of that sweet sensation. The bitch had the nerve to avoid her stomp. Instead, she was hit in the face with a rising blow, cracking her clean on the chin and leaving her stumbling. That would’ve been bad enough all by itself, but the woman wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

By the time Sin was able to focus again, Eliza was flipping back to her, using the ropes for added momentum. An elbow clocked her clean on the chest and knocked her backwards, dumping her flat as the sheep in the audience all applauded. Cursing under her breath, Sin decided to make a small tactical withdrawal and rolled under the ropes, dropping to her feet on the outside of the ring.

Out there, she shock her head and started to walk off to the side, taking some time to regroup.

With the many times she has stepped in this ring, Eliza knew that eventually, her opponent would target her legs. After all, it was the most obvious target of her. But Ms Harenwood was no fool; however, she had over time developed various counters, insurance plans, so to speak for when the moment happened. To not only mitigate the damage that was caused, but also to return the favour in kind with interest. It awed the crowd whenever Eliza applied her acrobatic counters, displaying her brilliant balance and accuracy. Sin was perhaps aware of things such as this, but actually experiencing the "insurance moves" that the Dancing Passion employed was another altogether. Performing an unorthodox counter that would send Eliza's opponent for a loop, Eliza performed it with brilliant execution. Almost second nature indeed.

Ms Harenwood landed on the mat after colliding her elbow into the Korean, quietly gasping afterwards. She knew that it had been quite the exciting start, filled with back and forth between the two combatants. The British Aristocrat would often struggle if she couldn't muster out the opening gate well enough. Still, it was ironically an attempt on her key weapons that led to Eliza managing to turn things around with a well-placed counter. Sin probably wondered just what hit her, least in the mind of the Dancing Passion. So much so that she slipped out of the ring. A tactic to cool the action down and slow the pace.

For someone like Sin, the Dancing Passion can't allow her to recuperate.

With this, she would scramble towards the ropes, bouncing off them to gain momentum. All of a sudden, Eliza would leap through the ropes, launching herself to Sin with a Tope Sucicida. A move the British Aristocrat rarely busts out, but one she could call upon when the time calls for it. Now was such a time.

”Fuck, fuck, goddamn, 느금마…”

Sin’s speech devolved into a muddle mix of expletives from all three of her learned languages, never a good sign this far into a fight. She expected blowback from Eliza, didn’t think this would be cakewalk easy at any point, but shit. She wasn’t supposed to be the first one sent out of the ring. Not by a bitch like this.

...wait, why the crowd making that noise? They were getting louder and louder, almost as if-

Sin spun around just as Eliza came flying through the ropes, doing her bes Supergirl impression. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly soon enough to do much more than get her hands up in reflex, a poor attempt at defense that came far too late. Eliza didn't weight all that much, probably wasn’t a pound heavier than Sin herself, but gravity and momentum could combine in fun ways. In this particular instance, it was enough to slam her against the barrier and leave her wiped out on the floor, hitting hard and putting her back in aching pain.

Sin rolled around on the floor, face down, and smacked her fist on the mats. ”You stupid little shit!” Summed up her feelings on the matter pretty well, there.