Eliza Harenwood vs Black Racer - Gotta Go Fast

The Black Racer had the dancing passion right where he wanted her, or so he thought. As he tried bringing Eliza ion the center of the ring, she had one hell of a surprise waiting for him. She had seemed almost limp to the racer, but he just figured that was because of his impressive skills. But in truth the, dancing passion had just played him for a fool as she jerked up before he locked the hold back in! Eliza had been playing dead all along, and The Black Racer could do little from the shock of her just springing up.

So with that he was being backed into the corner, and the racer would soon find the dancer jump up before delivering a CCS Enzuigiri that knocked some sense into him. Never again would he be cocky he thought but would most likely forget before the match even ended.

That kick landed right on the side of his skull, causing him to crumble down into a seated position against the corner. And with that Eliza had shut the racer up for a moment as his mind was left spinning after that enzuigiri. So now that the racer was practically in the worst position he had ever been in here, he could only pray that things would turn in his favor. But then again, he might as well pray for a new car, because both of these wishes were looking pretty damn unlikely at this point.

Eliza knew that when she was at a disadvantage she needed to get out of it as quick as she could, the dancing passion had become known for her swing around potential that allowed Eliza to land decisive attacks that could either reset the situation or even bring it into her favour. The crowd gasped in awe at the sudden display of acrobatics from the British/French woman as it left the enigmatic racer reeling, no doubt wondering just how the hell Eliza had managed to do that just now. Those years of practising her movements and superb leg strength.

Perhaps if Racer faced Eliza earlier in her career she might not have considered the possum technique, however as time wore on Eliza had some more willingness to bend the term of honour. In the mind of Eliza she felt that Racer most certainly warranted it! That strike might have even improved Racer's mind, or at the very least make him contemplate his further choices. Probably not for long though, a flicker of light in the dark but nothing more.

Eliza hit the mat with a thud, though she had a small smirk as she assessed her handiwork. Racer had to have felt that, not only that but he'd fallen into a prime position for expanding on the counter created by the British woman. Ms Harenwood took a second to ready herself as she stood back up, before rushing at Racer in the corner. Grabbing the top ropes with both hands and stepping off the lower ones to position herself in the air, before coming down with her legs going forward to blast them right into Racer's chest!