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

The Ballroom Roller has and will be the very move that had brought much fame for the Dancing Passion. Once those ankles locked before Eliza’s foe, once the dancer-trained thighs began to crush at the weakest part of the body, the crowd knew that this was the end. A place where many man and woman, masochist as they are, would love to find themselves, only for the mighty crush and the disorientating movements to make them regret it. There was no chance for anyone to evade her; many have tried but failed in the end. The audience knew it, expecting this to go down in two ways: they either yield or pass out. But there was something different about this.

The crowd always gave a roaring approval towards the Darling of Tension, even as the crushing roll made the opponent lose it even further. But even a few in attendance noticed the small details once they were removed from the hype. The way Eliza furiously rolled about from one side of the ring to another, adding to the inertia. The way Sin’s face looked upon feeling that vice-like pressure around her neck. The audience knew that Eliza’s legs carried power before. But this seemed like another level of strength, unlike many have seen before.

In short, it didn’t feel like the Ballroom Roller. More like a vehement, raging inferno threatening to engulf the Korean in its flames. Coupled with the fact that Sin can’t tap out, it was a cruel purgatory of fire and brimstone that even Hades would not survive.

Even as Sin was unable to put up much of a fight, to begin with, Eliza did not hold back with the tempestuous submission hold. Sin had been pushing her, trying to play with the flame one too many times. From the planning of the match to even up to now, Sin kept going further. Just never stopped. It was merely her fault that she eventually got burnt. It didn’t take long for Sin to finally fall into the sea of unconsciousness. The road towards it was agonizing, but the end of the journey was inevitable. Not that this caused Eliza to stop, however.

Swept up with all the frustrations that led to the point, Eliza kept going with great vengeance and furious anger. So much that she didn’t notice that Sin’s body had since gone limp beyond that point. Teeth gritted hard, the weird part of her brain telling her to squeeze the life out of Sin until she would eventually be satisfied. But in such a state, when is it enough?

“Eliza! Enough! Let her go!” The referee kneeling down and pushing against Eliza was enough to drag the Dancing Passion back into something resembling reality. The sanguine eyes stared down at her foe, more aware of the Korean’s non-existent struggles. Eliza took a moment to give the hold one final crush, applying a quick burst of crippling pressure before finally relenting, thighs releasing Sin’s neck. Sitting with her legs crossed, the Darling of Tension inhaled deeply before letting out an exasperated sigh. Eliza usually considered herself tempered enough. Such as it was with her aristocratic upbringing. But everyone has their breaking point, and the crowd saw hers. The Darling of Tension is in tune with her surroundings and also withing herself. She felt the soreness within that calf. The amount of pressure she gave towards Sin seemed to have made the problem more significant. But that didn’t matter. Eliza has vanquished her foe.

Opening her eyes, Eliza would rise to her feet, with the referee’s assistance, taking the time to adjust the red gi top as her hand is raised. She gave a slight glance towards Sin as if she was nothing. A foot raised up and pressed onto Sin's head, her toes on her lips. A real shame, but Eliza has no pity to give. Sin will get nothing from her. After all…

“You brought this on yourself.” No doubt Sin would ever hear those words, but Eliza would leave the Korean TKD fighter with this.