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

Gauge the distance of your opponent before you jump is rule number one. Second is to be committed upon taking flight. Otherwise, you will do it half-heartedly. Lastly, prepare for the impact. The last is easier considering her penchant for movement.

Those were the things that were swimming through her mind after landing the Tope Sucicida. It reminded her of one particular woman that bore the similarities to her, only that she was new to wrestling. It was like looking in a mirror, seeing that oriental woman who isn’t used to the rigours of wrestling and had no idea where to start. The Dancing Passion took it upon herself to take her under her wing and help her improve. She really had potential and brought enthusiasm to learn. One day she’ll introduce her to the ring, as mentor and student.

Then again, Ms Harenwood couldn’t lay there and reminisce about the past. She had to live in the now and focus on the opponent who had just taken a hard landing. Sin wasn’t as burly and muscular as most men, so manoeuvres like this would bring the threat of them catching Eliza in mid-air. But for the Korean, she could take the gamble. And it paid off big time.

Although the landing wasn’t the most graceful, Eliza knew that she wasn’t the one that came out worse off. Crawling away from the wreckage that is Sin’s body, knowing she’s gonna feel those bumps the next day. The vulgar language that flowed from Sin’s mouth was expected, but unbecoming when next to a woman of class. Even if she’d say it in two different languages. Still, in need of a lesson in proper manners, it seems.

The Dancing Passion stood up onto her knees as quickly as possible, opting not to turn around and face the Korean. Taking a moment, barely a second to gauge where her opponent is, Eliza chambered her legs, throwing herself back in some backwards handstand. The intent for such a manoeuvre would soon be revealed as The British Aristocrat sought to land both knees right into the spine of Sin. Just a way to hammer her down to the ground and keep her docile enough.

”Fucking stupid, fucking, son of a-”

If Eliza had a problem with vulgarity, then she’d picked the exact wrong person to wrestle with, because Sin had a large selection of profanities in multiple languages that she was willing to spew out at any given moment. This one was a particularly fitting situation for them, too, as she found herself on the floor, reeling from the pain of being torpedoed by an irritating British woman. She laid there, trying to imagine all the ways she would wreck this woman’s day if she had half the chance, but that’s all she had - thoughts and wished, which weren’t enough to get anything worthwhile done.

[b]”2!”

And that count was a thing, too, yeah.

Grumbling, she started to push her way back up, fighting the rising pain in her back. She could push through it, though, especially if it meant that she could get back in the ring and start stomping on Eliza again. Something to look forward to.

No sooner had she started to push her way up that she could sight of her opponent at her side, doing some kind of weird handstand. It didn’t make much sense at first, a weird thing to do in the middle of the match, but the intent was made clear soon enough - down Eliza came, driving those bony knees of hers right into Sin’s spine. Gravity went a long way to aiding the impact, making her flop about for a moment before she went still again, save for the ginger rubbing of her back.

Not a happy moment, no.

”3!”

Although Eliza could be annoyed by the excessive swearing made by Sin, the blonde knew that she was far from upstanding on certain occasions. The Dancing Passion was no stranger to using her sharp tongue at someone that deserved it, and her time with Clyde influenced her somewhat. Granted, those examples were from outside of the ring, the British Aristocrat showed the same decorum still. Which is what Sin lacked in that regard. Though it’s to be expected when placed in that situation.

But there is the issue of being too much. And Ms Harenwood sought to silence such squawking. She at least had the luxury of using Sin as a cushion to her fall. Which meant that she could recover quickly enough to capitalize. There were many options the strawberry blonde woman could do to the Korean. So much choice…

“2!”

…Yet so little time. Even Eliza herself forgot the rules of the ring for a moment. Whatever she wanted to do, it had to be fast, quick and decisive. Which is where that manoeuvre came in. The Dancing Passion’s graceful display would end with her knees driving into Sin’s spine. Those up close to such action were given a treat for the eyes and something to remember. “3!” Eliza didn’t get off Sin just yet, remaining kneeling on Sin’s back and putting her weight on it. All the meanwhile Eliza would adjust the top, luxurious to the touch. A shame Sin won’t get her grubby hands on it.

“4!”

Time was of the essence; however, and the Dancing Passion cannot remain here for long. She would rise to her stocking-clad feet if only to still be standing on Sin’s spine before stepping off. Grabbing the top and the waistband of her pants, the Darling of Tension attempted to bring Sin to her feet, wherever she likes to or not. Dragging her towards the apron where she sought to shove the Korean into the ring. Where there wouldn’t be a threat of a countout.

Sin had been thinking about it for a while now, and she was sure of the way she wanted to crush this bitch, now: facestomping. The second she got the chance, she was going to Eliza down and just plant her size 10s in this woman’s face over and over again. It wouldn’t be a kinky thing, either - Eliza didn’t want sex, she’d get violence. Just bashing her skull into the ground over and over and over until she either tapped out or the referee tried to stop her.

It was the kind of thought that could keep Sin happy at night. Really warm her cockles, whatever those were. But getting it done was harder than just talking about it.

Eliza was tough. She really hated to admit that, but fuck, she couldn't get around it.

She was smart, too, enough to not let her get her bearings. She rose, but not without planting her foot on Sin’s spine, keeping her down and under control. She reached down, pulled her up, then tossed her into the ring, making her flop in under the ropes. Not the best situation, no, and if Sin wanted to improve things, she needed to get back up on her feet.

Making a small retreat, she rolled toward the farthest ropes and began to pull herself up, trying to rise under her own power. It was slow and clumsy, but it was the best she could do at the moment, knowing she needed to buy some recovery time.

Eliza often enjoyed the feeling of leading in a fight, asserting herself and displaying the prowess of years of training. It was merely Sin’s fault of allowing this to happen and perhaps was reconsidering her decisions. One of them is trying to put Eliza in a hentai match of sorts, a crime the Korean still had to pay for. Regardless, Ms Harenwwod was very much in the driver seat right now, especially as she stood on top of the TKD maven.

Still, she abided by the rules of engagement, hence why she couldn’t pummel on Sin any longer. If anything, it was still a benefit for Eliza. When opponents tried to place her into submissions that targeted the legs, the Dancing Passion would often seek sanctuary there to avoid as much damage as she could. Although far from a sadist, it felt good punishing Sin, stretching the count. Her time in Tension has made Eliza not to be as formal as before, given its relatively lawless nature.

But still, she had to play ball. Eliza rolled her eyes and would step off the human doormat. A brief moment where she relents, but it won’t be for long. The Darling of Tension would grab the Korean and chuck her inside the ring. Eliza would get back in gracefully, climbing up and stepping over the middle rope, her thighs flexing as she entered. A small display of the dangerous weapons Eliza wielded.

After all of that, Eliza was quite chuffed with herself. Sin had only gotten a taste, a sample of things to come. Of course, Sin was wise to beat a retreat to get some semblance of bearings. No matter, Eliza would walk up towards the Korean, dusting off her gi top. The British Aristocrat was just going to work her over till she would be a crumpled heap on the mat.

Timing.

It all came down to timing.

That was a thing that Sin took to heart from her training. One of the few things, really, since they’d sucked at teaching her after a certain point. Having strong kicks, being fast, flexibility, that was all good, but it didn’t matter how effective your attacks were if you didn’t know when to use them. When to strike. When to move away. When to...everything.

Now. Now was the time. Eliza was coming towards her, coming at her as if she didn’t have a worry in the world. Like she thought Sin was close to being done - and, to be fair, she wasn’t too far off, that last volley had really taken it out of her. But she wasn’t out. Not just yet.

When she was close enough, Sin sprung like a coil, rolling to Eliza’s side in a tight ball. Her leg shot out, wrapped around her foe’s calves, and from it was a simple move of rolling to the side again - this time, taking the British bitch down, hitting her with a drop toehold that had her falling towards the ropes.

There has been an argument that Eliza facing against the opposite sex more than her own gender could be a curse. Just as much as it is a blessing. The experiences were more challenging, but no matter what, Ms Harrenwood has shown she has the weapons enough to combat this. No matter the benefits and advantages a man has, biologically, Eliza's legs brought them to a crumpled heap. It was a way to prove something to herself when she set off to start her wrestling career.

However, the keyword is 'biologically'. Despite the argument that naturally, men would bring a more significant challenge, it is actually the ones from the same gender that has done so the most. There is a reason why it's not beneficial for pro wrestlers to work intergender. Because when the time comes to face a woman, it gets tricky to adapt to the changes.

A problem Eliza caught on since losing to Chloe and thus began seeking to duel with the ladies as well. Charlotte had gotten the right idea to start things off in Friction, the challenges there would help forge her to be a better lady of war. Since her return, the Dancing Passion is taking the right steps, battling Sin was one of them. Despite the utter filth that comes out of her mouth, Eliza can't deny that she is skilled in her craft. So as Eliza approached the Korean, she should know better.

A drop toehold would prove that was not the case. It wasn't the best idea to approach someone who's on the ropes, not just for ring etiquette, but getting caught by something. Eliza's working on the Korean has slightly lowered her guard and she would pay for it dearly. Dropping onto the middle rope, Eliza's eyes went wide as she fell, briefly stunned for only a second.

Fucking got her.

Sin couldn’t stop herself from having a short, smug laugh as Eliza went down, brought to the ropes by the toehold. It wasn’t exactly a Tae Kwon Do move, more something she’d picked up from her required time in the AFW’s training center. She’d fucking hated that place, but she would be lying if she said she hadn’t picked up some fun, helpful tricks there, moves that played to her strengths. That was one of them.

As much as she wanted to bask in the moment, though, she had an opening to take advantage of. Eliza was off her guard, but she wouldn’t stay that way too long. Had to make the most of this.

Rolling to her feet in a fluid moment of motion, she popped up behind Eliza and reached up, grabbing the top rope above the Dancing Passion’s little head. As she gripped tight for balance, Sin brought her foot up and planted her heel against the back of her opponent’s skull, forcing her throat against the rope, choking her out.

It wouldn’t last long, the referee’s count would see to that. But four and a half seconds was a long time to get strangled. Would leave a mark, wear her opponent out.

Plus, it was funny. Sin hoped to get some really stupid noises out of Eliza.

Was this déjà vu? Eliza couldn’t tell, but it was close to it. She hasn’t been in such a position before, hanging on the rope like that. As if Ms Harenwood was clothing hung up to dry. Her eyes blinked as she stared at the curtain and the titantron that hanged above it. It didn’t take her long enough to realize what just happened. A taekwondonista performing a standard wrestling counter was surprising enough, but the British Aristocrat knew that AFW and it’s wrestlers can always surprise you in many ways.

Still, the Dancing Passion was in this position and had enough sense to know that she should get out of it. It wasn’t as if she had been struck in the head many times. Ms Harenwood has begun to push her way off the rope, gripping it with both hands. Her neck would be reprieved from it. Only to be pushed right back down, even harder than before. And unlike before, Eliza remained pressed on the rope. The Darling of Tension could guess well that what pressing on the back of her skull was a foot. Sin’s foot.

Of course, she’d try this.

Try as she might, there was no way she could fight back from the Korean’s foot. Leverage was on Sin’s side, and Eliza had no choice but to endure such punishment. Sin may not see the gritted teeth, the shut closed eyes, but she could definitely hear the hiss and choking sounds coming from Eliza. The only mercy she had was that there would be the five-count the referee will have to administer. Because of course, Sin was the type to prolong this torture as much as she could.

This is going to be long. Way too long.

Sin had only five seconds to make Eliza’s life hell, and she was determined to maximize every second.

”1! 2!”

She ground down hard with her heel, made sure to dig deep against her opponent’s skull. Her foot wasn’t especially soft - years and years of training and kicking being barefoot 95% of the time had made it a hard instrument, rough and coarse, and she was making sure Eliza’s scalp felt every bit of it, drilling it left and right as if she could dig inside her skull if she tried hard enough.

”3! 4!”

She made sure to bounce into it, too. Pulling her foot up and down. Not enough to let Eliza go free, no shit, but making sure to get the most out of the ropes' elasticity, making that proud hair of hers jerk about. Really work that neck, focus on the part where the skull met the spin. Nice, juicy, tender area.

The referee was just about to get on Sin for the five count, raising her hand to make the final call, giving her a push on the shoulder, when Sin abruptly let go and brought her foot down. Hands up, smirking, she walked into the referee, looking as innocent as she could without laughing out loud. ”Got carried away.”

As she did, however, Sin drove her heel down for a quick, hard stomp into Eliza’s calf, right where the referee couldn’t see. Just making sure to squeeze out some extra damage.