Eliza Harenwood vs Yuki Takahashi - Best Step Forward

Eliza was putting Yuki through his paces here and making sure he was going nowhere fast in this hold, this move had been a stable of Eliza's arsenal in her early days. It hadn't seen use in her more recent matches and hence it was only natural that an opponent could fall prey to it after Eliza had cleaned their clock with a few well placed leg strikes, the crowd were certainly hollering their approval as the dancing passion managed to cinch in the hold and have Yuki floundering around like a fish outta water as the ref came in close asking the cheeky lad if he was going to give up there.......truthfully Eliza rather wished he didn't just yet, after all he needed more lessons in manners!

Still Yuki seemed to have an escape plan in mind there as his cheating ways would emerge and Eliza would find her nose getting bashed there with Yuki's arm as she felt him trying to wriggle out at her other arm there. The dancing passion would give a loud and annoyed hiss there before she'd reckon it was time to abandon this hold by making to try and kick at Yuki's back there before attempting to roll away there, but she supposed that in retrospect it was progress regardless at the very least!

Yuki was still floundering and flailing about, his desperation becoming more and more apparent the longer he was in the hold and more of the fight was drained from him. However, the white haired wrestler was rewarded for his desperation as he felt his arm hitting something and soon after that the hold around him loosening considerably. Yuki didn't have the time to crow about getting lose or to rub it in Eliza's face as he was left gasping desperately for breath, and Eliza herself would have the last proverbial word as she sent a kick into Yuki's back making him howl in pain as he was sent flopping along the mat.

He lay there a moment gasping and whimpering in pain, still struggling to gulp air down greedily as he lay there attempting to recover. After a few moments he slowly rolled closer towards the ropes grabbing onto them to use them to help haul himself up onto his feet. Even once he was standing he swayed slightly as if he had not fully recovered from the pounding the Dancing Passion was putting him through in this match and had to grip the top ropes tightly to maintain his footing.

Eliza might have been a composed and regal lady in her matches and carried herself well in the ring, yet Yuki was prompting the dancing passion to be juuuust a bit more vindicative in this regard here given his disrespectful state and the blond hissed a little to herself.

Miss Harenwood would carefully roll backwards and assess Yuki there, as if she was a coiled snake that was poised to hunger and hunt its prey. Eliza sure enough had gotten to see where Mr Takahashi was making to head to the ropes there for some hopeful respite, wincing at her own tiredness from the length of the bout there Eliza would resolve to go on her gameplan further.

She wordlessly stood up and re-entered into her dancing stance, the crowd cheering at the graceful display that the British aristocrat was so often known for. Eliza would then leap and step forward to rapidly close the distance and sought to start delivering a series of alternating left and right kicks to Yuki's sides and arms to force him to start dancing to her tune with any luck!

Yuki was still gripping onto the ropes tightly as he panted and gasped, the cocky heel wrestler still having not fully recovered from being trapped within Eliza's grip. And it looked like the Dancing Passion had no plans on allowing Yuki any time to rest or recover as she came dancing in. Of course if the positions were reversed Yuki certainly wouldn't be any less ruthless, and would most definitely be an annoying jerk about it. Regardless the blonde was soon within striking distance and pelting Yuki's body and arms with kicks getting gasps and cries out of him.

The white haired wrestler grit his teeth trying to endure the strikes even as his legs quaked under him, eventually he let go in a desperate bid to shift his position. He twisted around and purposefully hooked his arms over the top rope for continued balance, this would make him even more vulnerable but he was making a risky gamble. Once his back was to the ropes Yuki would grunt, trying to balance on one foot while still gripping the ropes and using them for extra support as he tried to send a kick flinging at Eliza's gut. Hopefully trying to pay her back for the kicking assault he was enduring.

Eliza was no stranger to getting people on the ropes as it were, using her powerful strikes it wasn't uncommon for her opponents to be sent right across the ring. Now she was disciplining Yuki with her patented strikes and leaving red, stinging marks on his skin there and the crowd would gasp and holler from the sounds as very few were envious of Yuki's position there.

The dancing passion would be a blur of red and black as she struck her opponent, one right kick to the midriff, then a left to the shins and so on and so on. Still Yuki had fight in him and would retort with a kick of his own, managing to wing the British aristocrat in the gut there and make her grunt and stagger backwards.

Eliza hissed there, inwardly cursing herself for being caught out with a strike like that which she was patented for. The dancing passion would try to size up the situation and then rush forward, attempting to clip Yuki right in the jaw with a leaping right knee strike!

"Shit!" Yuki cursed as his attempt to retaliate and maybe swing the match back in his direction failed with the dancing fighter using her skill and Yuki's current situation to almost completely dodge the blow. The white haired wrestler pushed himself off of the ropes hoping to try and keep on some kind of assault on Eliza, but it was not good enough. He was too worn down and she was far too skilled for that to happen and Yuki practically walked into the knee strike aimed at his chin!

The young wrestler let out a cry of shock as his head snapped back from the blow on his chin and he stood there a moment groaning before sagging to his knees and slumping forward to rest against Eliza's leg as he was left in a daze from the blow.

Eliza was able to deliver strikes with her legs that could defy belief at times, many were also surprised to learn that she had no formal martial arts training even. That was all her experience in the ring combined with her brilliant gymnastic and dancing background that ensured Yuki got the knee that shook his noggin and gave it a good floggin.

The crowd hollered and cheered at the sound of the impact and Eliza herself was even surprised at first as she managed to recover, the attack was high risk yes however it paid off! The dancing passion would take a moment there to pause, to admire her handiwork against her arrogant opponent.

Then Eliza knew that she had to seize the momentum and would grab hold of Yuki's neck with both hands as if to get into a kickboxing clinch, only for it to be a case of holding him in place as she stepped backwards and attempted to take him down to the mat with a well placed hurricarana and cinch him into a classic side headsicssors!

Yuki was in a full on daze from the hit to his chin, everything either blacked out or in a haze where he barely had any idea what was happening to him. And just when things were finally coming back into focus it was in the worst possible time for him as he found himself clenched in Eliza's grasp. The white haired fighter grunted and grabbed at The Dancing Passion's arms but it was too late for him to do anything as she quickly got her legs around Yuki and into the hurricarana!

Yuki let out a yell as he was sent flying and landed hard on the mat with a grunt, which did little to help him in his dazed state. Though it was more than a perfect situation for Eliza to get her legs locked around Yuki's head in a headscissors! Yuki's hands grasped at Eliza's legs and tried to pry them open as his own legs kicked at the mat desperately, he grunted trying not to show how rattled he was but it was clear that Eliza was taking full control of the match despite how much the cocky hell wanted to think otherwise.

Eliza was known for the use of her powerful, iconic legs in any match. She brought them against her opponents every chance she could, win or lose you'd be well aware of what they could do. The dancing passion knew that Yuki was now certainly at the end of his tether in this match after reeling from one too many blows from the British aristocrat, she could tell that dazed and reeling expression was there. As it had been on so many of her opponents. It was time to try to end this, hence why she cinched in that side headscissors.

The dancing passion would casually check her nails as Yuki would feel the tension of her thighs flexing and constricting his neck. The crowd chanted an all too familiar phrase to Eliza............

"Roller! Roller! Roller!" far be it from Eliza to deny the people what they wished for, the British lady would swiftly transition into a facing away headscissors and start to roll around with Yuki held in her leggy grip. To send him into a dizzy state to add to that lethal hold. It was Eliza's trademark finisher.........The Ballroom Roller!

The white haired heel was gasping and gagging in Eliza's tight grip that was squeezing the life out of him, his weak attempts to get himself free growing weaker and more desperate as his hands clung at Eliza's legs. He tried in desperation to pry those constricting legs loose all the while his head grew lighter the longer he was trapped, and things were only going to go from bad to worse for him! Soon enough Eliza began to roll around on the mat while still keeping Yuki trapped and was dragging him along with her!

"UUUUAAHH UAAAHHGG AAHH!!!" The trapped heel yelled out as he was sent tumbling and rolling, the move doing little to help Yuki as he was turned into a rag doll and flopped about on the mat as he was forced to be rolled around. His vision darkened even more rapidly and his cries and groans started to die down even as he was continued to be rolled around in Eliza's finisher. Soon enough he was flopping about uselessly within the hold, little more than Eliza's plaything.