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

It was never just enough for people like Sin. Eliza knew that much. It wasn’t just enough for her to simply press the offence in, she had to do everything she can to maximize discomfort. Girls like her are plenty in AFW, to the point Eliza knew how they operated. It’s never enough to win. They have to make them suffer. Irritating to deal with, possibly even more so if Eliza somehow agreed to do that hardstyle hentai match. But like the time she crushed Marc’s head between her thighs, it was her time to endure it.

Every single degrading second. Sin was making it count. The bouncing, twisting, grinding of it all, the rope pressing into her neck with each pulse. Of course, she would be enjoying this, the Dancing Passion didn’t need to look round to see that smirk. Contempt, sadistic, it wasn’t hard to paint a picture in her mind.

Just a few more seconds and she’d be free. Three…four…

And then the fifth came. The referee pushed Sin aside, the Korean letting go quite quickly. Even people like her would be fearful of a DQ loss. The Darling of Tension gasped, grasping her neck. Doing so made her wince as she touched upon the sore area. Tending to her wounds. She was already incensed enough, but now she can get time to take a breather and-

“Gah!” Yeah, that was too much to ask, wasn’t it?

A stomp on the muscular calf of Eliza and a quick yelp came out of her as a result. She immediately rolled with her back on the ropes, clutching her lower leg. It was jarring, but it wasn’t as if she crippled her. Still, these were the famed legs of Eliza. It’s what granted her this success. She had even gotten them insured. Many in the crowd knew that the British Aristocrat wouldn’t let that slide. Not by a long shot. As if Eliza didn’t need to chalk up more reasons to destroy this blasted woman.

Bullseye. Couldn’t have asked for a better result. The only downside for Sin was that she wasn’t in a position to really see the look on Eliza’s face when that stomp came down. She had to make do with just hearing the noise her opponent made, but that was quite a sound she made.

The referee spun about when she heard Eliza’s squawking, then looked down and saw the damage done. It probably didn’t take a tremendous leap and logic to assume what had just happened, and she wasted no time in sharing her suspicions. ”What the heck, Sin-Jae?” She kneeled at Eliza’s side, getting a better look at the battered calf. ”Hey! If you pull something like that again, I will disqualify you.”

”Hey, if you were doing your job right, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place, right?” She shrugged and walked off, a little skip in her step as she did. ”Don’t be mad at me for your failures.”

Sin could’ve just moved in and taken advantage of a hurt Eliza - and she would. Soon. For the moment, though, she wanted to twist the knife. She took a few steps away, then dropped down into a crouch, her heels raised, ready to pounce. ”Just so you know, after I’m done knocking you out, I’m having some fun with your body.” She bit her lip, chewed it on her canine, then had a short snicker. ”So if you wake up with less clothes on than you remember going to sleep with, well...there’s the reason.”

Eliza wondered to herself if there really was a benefit for Sin to annoy her to no end. All because she wasn’t getting the kind of match she wanted. But even then, it wasn’t so much of a big ask to not push Ms Harenwood’s buttons. Many man and woman knew the results of anyone trying it would end catastrophically.

There are few that Eliza would disdain, and while she didn’t initially hold Sin in high regard earlier, she really showed it then and now. This wasn’t the first time someone tried to rile up the Dancing Passion. And while it would be easy to just walk away from it all, that wouldn’t be enough. There still needed recourse, like the many times she would deal stuffy young men a comment-laden with barbed wire. If violence is the only language Sin speaks, then she’ll talk it. But she’ll come to regret it and more.

As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for. Another expression would be ‘never to attack Eliza Harenwood’s legs’.

“Tch.” Eliza winced as she flexed her calf muscle, rubbing that sore spot. As far as injuries go, it could have been worse, like a stomp to the ankle. The stockings aren’t ripped yet; that was at least something. The referee separated the Korean away, which gave the British Aristocrat some time to recover. It wouldn’t stop Sin from charging back in again, but she opted not to do so. Hmm, she has morals now?

No matter, Eliza took her time as she used the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Trying not to put much pressure on that aching leg, lest she aggravate the pain more. Oh, Eliza heard Sin chatting up a storm behind her, but she didn’t turn her head back to show her indignant look. A look that would slowly disappear as she calmed herself, not wanting to be riled up. Once up, Eliza stretched her leg lightly, akin to when she practised ballet, remembering each technique from her childhood as she used the ropes as a barre.

“Eliza, are you okay to continue?” The referee asked. At least she cared about her wellbeing; most referees would look the other way while things go too far. “Yes, I am.” The Dancing Passion responded, taking a slight step away from the ropes. “You will get none from me.” She can’t go back to her original stance; there was still a concern for that leg. So instead, Eliza would change into something different.

The Darling of Tension raised a single leg up at the knee, balancing on one leg as if she was a flamingo. Or a crane. She took a deep breath to compose herself before staring at the eyes of Sin. If Sin was to look into them, they would be blazing in a fire.

“Not even mercy.”

Morals? Far from it. Sin would’ve had no qualms rushing in there and kicking Eliza while she was down, stomping her into the floor and snuffing out whatever defiance she had. The little bitch was proud of standing tall, no doubt thinking she was too good for all this, that she could look down on her like trash thanks to that silver spoon she came out of the womb with. Breaking down types like that was a rare treat for Sin, and she wanted to have a little fun with blondie. Make it hurt. Twist the knife.

Good, wholesome fun.

But the look Sin saw when Eliza turned back to her wasn’t one with despair, wasn’t anger, wasn’t rage, wasn’t anything she could work with. None of that. Instead, she got poise. Control. Calm. Cool. Eliza looking like she had the situation all under control, despite Sin stomping her calf into the floor like a bug on the kitchen floor. There was some fire there, burning under the surface, but that wasn’t where she wanted it to be.

Sin straightened up and snickered at Eliza’s little threat, but she didn’t move in right away. Her senses were blaring, warning her to hold back, that this couldn’t have been as easy as it looked. Everything about the situation screamed ‘bluffing’, but this woman was too experienced for that. She had to know Sin wouldn’t back off thanks to a mean look.

No, no. She was safe. Everything was fine.

Sin took one step forward, licking her lips as she went. Another one. Another.

Then she came in with several rapid steps and swung her leg low, looking to cut Eliza off at the ankles and dump her flat on her pretty little ass.

Admittedly, Eliza has been a slave to form, a point of criticism from some of her detractors. She was always famed for the power of her strikes and the pinpoint accuracy that came with it. Ones that would forever leave an opponent wondering what has just happened. Countless hours upon hours of routines, steps, stretches, all the work to hone her body now used for combat. But with that kind of practice came predictability. There were things one should expect from an opponent, and Eliza kept a high standard of honour.

Although Tension has had its morality issues, even a few from Friction aren’t above using whatever trick they’d use just to get the edge of the opponent. So expecting morals from someone like Sin was foolish, but Ms Harenwood gave her a chance. The nastiness and pettiness belied the Korean’s skill in the ring. The Dancing Passion may not have seen those legs, but she’d expect them to carry a deadly amount of power. So she respects those limbs. Just that she didn’t get the same back towards her.

And as she stands on just one leg, Eliza decided that Sin was undeserving of it. The tips of her fingers touched upon the neck, right where that rope pressed upon it. Even moments have passed, and it has left its mark. Right now, she deserved more than a lesson in manners. Let her have whatever assumptions she has; Eliza knew who she was. She stared straight into Sin, the crowd wondering what was about to happen. They know both of her legs were dangerous. But using just one? Perhaps a few years ago, many would say that Eliza was in trouble right now. Fearing the worst as Sin stepped forward. One step, two steps…closer and closer…

Right till the moment where Sin struck. But right at the moment when her leg began to swing her leg low, the Dancing Passion spun around on the ball of her foot before leaping off that one leg, flying above the Korean. That same leg would swing in a perfect arc before attempting to drill that foot down to the head of Sin, finishing off that flip with the Darling of Tension perched on top of her skull.

Sin didn’t know what happened. She would come back and watch this moment time and again for weeks to come, so she would have a third person view of it, but when it came to the actual event itself, she was just drawing blanks.

She remembered attacking Eliza. That part was clear. She was closing in on her, lunging out, and she had it all wrapped up. The bitch could form all the stupid poses she wanted, trying and freak her out with that stink eye, but it wouldn’t matter. She was wide open, she couldn’t move, she had no way to defend herself.

It was over. The crowd knew it, Sin knew it, and despite her bluffing, Eliza knew it. It was just a matter of her driving home the point, now.

She moved in, drew back her leg, struck out and hit-

Nothing.

Eliza was gone. Just gone. Sin didn’t even register where she had went to, as if her brain was trying to properly analyze the playback before it made any hasty decisions. She knew that she had a target, but she couldn’t see it, which meant that something bad was about to happen to her.

And she was right on that hunch, too. Something struck her in the back of her head - a foot, if she had to guess - and her face was sent hurtling towards the ground at terminal velocity. As it plummeted, there was just enough time for her to wonder how a stuck-up bitch like Eliza Harenwood had ever gotten the better of her.

The spectacle of seeing Eliza in action is always such a sight to behold. Her explosive offence was famed and feared among Tension ranks, even bringing the biggest men to their knees and rendering them a crumpled heap on the mat. Incredible as it is to the audience that watches her performances with great interest, something new was always needed. Something fresh, something spectacular that would send the crowd into a tizzy. Besides, Eliza herself isn’t really considered a conventional combatant.

And yet, nobody could have ever expected what the heck just happened here.

It was a stunning display, The British Aristocrat’s gi top fluttering in the wind, her leg swinging in a perfect crescent arc. Eliza’s body a blur in motion, grace and beauty all rolled into one. That was until that foot struck Sin’s head like an orbital cannon.

An attack that came from above, the stocking-clad foot smashed onto the Korean, bringing her down in short order. It would have been bad enough if it was a typical kind of kick. Where the kick follows through the momentum and retracting the leg back away from the target. No such luck for Sin, however. The Dancing Passion remained on Sin, like a dart hitting the bullseye, balancing on top of that skull. The balance that Ms Harenwood maintained, starting and ending on one foot, was impeccable. A slight wobble, but nothing more than that. Not that Sin could criticize it much, considering Eliza’s weight bore down on that head of hers. That did more than bringing the crowd into a tizzy; it got loud applause and raucous cheers.

Eliza’s expression, meanwhile, never changed. Her eyes still carried that burning, furious fire that blazed within. Striking down someone like that would have gotten a smirk from the Darling of Tension, albeit never taking sadistic pleasure from it all.

But this…

The Dancing Passion brought the aching, raised leg to one direction before spinning herself round in a pirouette. A graceful spin, but the feeling on Sin’s skull would be anything but. That is until she lept into the air, into a corkscrew spin, not to a great distance, but with enough height to let gravity add to things. Instead of just landing on her feet, Ms Harenwood sought to land on her knees.

Right onto the spine of Sin.

It was like getting hit in the face with a brick.

Or what Sin imagined getting hit in the face with a brick would feel like, anyway.

What made it all suck so much was the way it happened, coming right the fuck out of nowhere. It took her off guard, totally, an attack from above that left her careering to the floor. By all rights, it didn’t make any damn sense, but she guessed it didn’t have to - all that mattered was that it was going to suck. By a huge, huge degree.

And it did. Sin’s skull hit the floor and her body went into convulsion, shaking about as if electricity was coursing through her veins. She wasn’t quite unconscious, but she wasn’t too far from it, scarcely aware of her environment and what was going. She was able to piece together some small information, like the fact that she was in a match and she’d just been clobbered, but the details beyond that were fuzzy.

She kind of wished she had been out, though, because that would’ve saved her from feeling what came next, as Eliza drilled her skull into the canvas. Whatever she was doing up there, it must’ve been quite a sight, with the crowd giving her a round of applause, impressed. Sin had a slightly more negative reaction. ”Get the fuck off me, gonna fucking kill you, I swear-”

Harsh, violent threats, but that was all they would be tonight, as Eliza hopped up and came crashing down, driving her knees into Sin’s back. She croaked and her upper body rose, jackknifing as a hoarse cry escaped her lips, before she flopped back down again, unmoving beneath the Brit.

”Fuck…” Sin groaned into the mat. ”Fuck you. So hard.”

Harsh, violent words only seemed to beget harsh, violent consequences for the Korean. Her crass, vulgar mouth sowed bad seeds and now was the moment Sin was reaping the harvest. Brutal, yet as elegant as the Dancing Passion’s methods would seem to the audience, Sin only had herself to blame, perhaps somewhere she was reconsidering prodding the beast with a stick. Although she abided by the rules of engagement, Eliza learned not to be as formal as she was back then, given Tension’s relatively lawless nature.

And she also learned not to give so much mercy to those that don’t deserve it. Not to the point of going beyond what was necessary. Though given the flames that were blazing inside of Eliza, she struggled to contain it all. From the time the Korean pushed for a hentai stipulation to be added, all the frustrations she bottled up inside threatened to burst even as she kept crossing that line during the match. Sin just kept pushing and pushing; retaliation was the obvious course. A point she’ll continue to make until it actually reaches into Sin’s skull.

A harsh, violent lesson for a woman like her.

Eliza’s knees landed right into the back of Sin, causing her to fold upwards, letting the blunt, precise strike be felt all over. Sin probably would be lucky that didn’t leave her paralyzed, but she probably didn’t want to feel the pain. The Darling of Tension dug the knee a bit more, twisting the knife somewhat, getting a bit more out of it before Sin’s body flopped down to the mat. The Korean probably still didn’t know what just hit her; Ms Harenwood straightened up as she looked down. That strike probably took all the fight out of Sin. The crowd only cheered, though some were quite surprised by the graceful yet vicious strike. Even with all of that, Sin’s mouth just kept flowing such vile language towards Eliza. The message hasn’t reached it seemed.

The Dancing Passion placed her hands on each side of Sin’s head, lifting herself up stylishly as prior. Her legs brought into an upside-down split while she does a handstand. The crowd, upon seeing this, saw that as a real signal for the end of the Korean. Her head hovered right over Sin’s head as the crowd waited for what was coming next with bated breath.

“Fuck you.” Two words came from her mouth, only for Sin to hear.

Eliza’s knees would land on either side of Sin’s head, her hands that were planted on the floor gripped on Sin’s head before she would yank it close towards her. The thighs would then snap shut on the Korean’s exposed neck as she began to roll to one side. Once they both flipped over, her ankles would lock in front of Sin, fully completing the headscissors. As the rolling never stopped, continuing after her thighs went all out crushing her neck, many fans knew what was happening. It was a move that put many man and women away for good. Said move also came with a particular catchphrase that contained a choice for the opponent trapped between Eliza’s lethal legs.

Except for this time, with these stipulations, there is no choice for Sin.

Sin was going to get Eliza back for this. She hadn’t yet figured out the particulars on it, yet, didn’t know the time or the place or the exact way she would do it, but it hardly mattered. She had a long memory when it came to bullshit like this. Could hold a grudge for months, years. As long as it took. One day, Eliza would be walking along, minding her business, maybe in the middle of a match, maybe taking a stroll in the park, maybe getting lunch at her favorite restaurant. Out of nowhere, she would hear soft footsteps approaching her from behind, and then…

It was a warm thought, and one that Sin needed at this moment. Desperately. Because she knew the end was coming. Knew it when the crowd rose up, knew it when those hands were planted on the side of her head, and she damn sure knew it when two of her favorite words were whispered in her ear, words that had no business ever coming from a mouth with that accent. Oh, if only her fans could hear that dirty mouth. They gasp.

Getting Eliza Harenwood to curse was a small satisfaction, but she took it. A small victory, and the only one she would be enjoying.

Sin put a struggle as her head was yanked in between those lacey legs, but she might as well have been a kitten fighting a tiger at this point, only able to put up the most token of struggles. It got her nowhere, and she still wound up looked in a headscissors. A front one, too, so she didn’t even get the benefit of a view on Elizabeth’s ass. Figured.

Then the spin cycle began. The rolling. The crushing. Sin was tossed around, over and over, flopping about the ring in a daze, the world whizzing about in a dazzling array of colors. It would’ve been stupefying with the crushing pressure on her neck, but with it, the effect was magnified. Her world grew darker with every turn, fading fast, until…

...nothing. The last thing Sin remembered was the roaring crowd and the distance sound of a bell.