Eliza Harenwood vs Yoske Ishimi - Dancing With The Stars

Well Yoske might have been getting a good grasp of what Eliza could to in the ring now, which was......well it included the fact that she could kick super damn hard and from any angle at you. Anyone who stepped into the ring against the British aristocrat had to be wary of her powerful kicks, lest they be required to adjust their vision among the ouch inducing head trauma that she provided.

Eliza bolted at Yoske, intent on trying to send him crashing into the mat with her shining wizard strike. Still there was a lot to process in the heat of the battle and Eliza reckoned that she must have connected with that blow, she felt the all too familiar sound of hard and fast moving flesh slapping against flesh there to know it had to have.

She hit the mat with a thud after the blow, on instinct Eliza would then attempt to roll close and go for a pin attempt on her opponent. The dancing passion wasn't certain if this was enough to bring her opponent down though, but she liked her odds all the same after a blow like that regardless!

The second Yoske went down, the audience erupted in cheers.  Could she be the first one to knock the silent wall down?   It was difficult to determine.  However, despite what he had been through so far, he wasn't done yet.  Not even by a long shot.  But, he will buy some time to get his bearings in order.  Indeed she was powerful with her legs and had a lot of energy from what he could see.  But, there was always a limit.  Just finding it was the tricky part.

He felt Eliza's body press against his trying to keep his shoulders down.  This could be it.  The sound of skin on skin contact was legit enough to believe it was it.  The official slid near them to make the count:

"ONE!"  

Yoske remained still.  Not moving.  Playing opossum for the moment.  He needed to play this out correctly.  Give her the sense of hope that she could get another victim on her list.


'Wait for it...' he thought.

Eliza suspected that she might have Yoske here after all it seemed, after all one couldn't withstand the powerful strikes of the dancing passion for very long and doubly so if she managed to strike at her favourite places in a match. The British aristocrat had beads of sweat dripping down her forehead as she had the pin on the redhead there, a look of determination and focus etched onto her facial features.

There had been the one count there, so far so good. Eliza knew that at times like this it could feel as though seconds were really minutes and so forth, yet the dancer would keep her focus here and sure enough the ref would slap the mat for the second time in the pin. Eliza's gaze turned steely sharp as she wondered, if this might be enough for the three!

Yoske remained still--playing it out that he was dizzy, although partially true. The ref made the first mat slap. His senses coming back and the hazing fading. He kept his eyes closed for the time being to keep the dizzy spells down. At the same time, he started counting the seconds in his head before slap number two:

"TWO!"

He heard the hand slap the mat for a second count. He needed to time this just right. He waited for Eliza to relax while counting the seconds in his head calculating how much time he had before the third slap. With a little luck, he may surprise the audience and her at the same time. He thought he heard chanting from the crowd. He felt the energy from the crowd feeding him. The chants, the rhytmic claps. It sounded like they were starting to get behind him maybe?

Eliza could feel it, this was surely close to her victory now that she had gotten to the second count. The dancing passion usually could keep her composure in the ring despite her moniker more often than not, but she felt a burning in her heart that was signalling to her that she might indeed have this one in the bag.

The crowd roared after hearing the second count, if Yoske could hear people cheering for him then that indeed might be the case. However very, very few in Tension could take the approval of the masses away from Eliza. After all she was labelled as the classiest lady in all of Tension for a very good reason, still the aristocrat would keep her heart held close as it seemed it was looming to the third count!

The seconds were still being counted in his head. He needed to get the timing just right:

'2.6, 2.7...'

How Yoske reacted at this point depends on how Eliza had him pinned. If she was just on top of his chest it was a fairly easy tactic. At 2.7 seconds, Yoske would start to tense up his arms underneath the aristocrat. At 2.8 seconds, Yoske would try to use his physical strength to lift the aristocrat off of him. If all went well, Yoske would have tossed Eliza over his head and on to the mat effectively stopping the count close to 2.9 seconds before the final slap.

If it was a simple leg hook, Yoske would try to power himself out of it by a simple kick out close to the same time frame. Optionally, if they were close to the ropes, he could simply plant his foot on the bottom rope effectively breaking the count too.

In either case, the objective here was for Yoske to break the count and catch everyone by surprise. If he timed it just right, there may be a nice pop from the audience as a result.

Eliza would swear that she had this in the bag, if it was this close already she might just have this there.......then suddenly Yoske would manage to kick out! The dancing passion would on instinct there roll backwards into a three point crouching stance, but she had a clear look of disbelief on her face there as she muttered out with "What the?" it did result in a nice pop for Yoske certainly.

Enough to perhaps rally him, however the crowd were still very much in the pocket of the dancing passion and her beloved status in Tension would certainly cement this fact anytime she was in a match. Eliza might have really flipped out in her earlier days but here in her experienced state she kept a wary glance and would resort to trying to double down to fight here.

Giving a quick breath Eliza would attempt to dash forward there and attempt to trap Yoske's head right between her legs for a headscissors attempt, she wanted to do one thing here. Attempt to get a good submission going, if her legs could kick hard then she could choke out someone twice as hard if her previous opponents were anything to go by.

There was a pop that followed after he kicked out.  Now on all fours, Yoske had his back turned to Eliza... if you would call it that.  He was gaining his footing back at this rate.  Pushing himself back to his knees.  Yoske took a second to soak in the energy the crowd was feeding him.  Slowly, building, but had a long way to go.  Eliza was indeed the fan favorite here, Yoske had a lot to show for his work.  

As Yoske pivoted his body around to stand, he was met by a sudden blur and his head trapped between Eliza's legs.  He felt the immense strength from her as he struggled to breathe, let alone couldn't pry her legs free from this position.  His hands feeling their way around to find the ropes but only grasping air.  His mind recalled the last time he had this happen fourteen years ago.  Back then he set her up for a powerbomb and she immediately shifted it into a legscissor submission.  He got out of it, but this one might be a little trickier to handle.

Slowly, Yoske felt the air sapping away--his arms reaching out with his muscles tensing up desperate for air and for aid.  Slowly, he started to fall forward providing more leverage for the dancing passion.  Was this it?  Certainly would be an embarrassment if it was.  First night back and he got his ass handed to him by someone faster than he was.  He wouldn't hear the end of that.  While struggling for air, Yoske tried to work out a few possible ways out.  The most obvious would be to do an improvised pin against her.  It was the quickest way to break the submission.  But the problem with that is Eliza still being unscathed while he was recovering.  So far, she was the dominant one in this bout and he needed to level the playing field.  Although she was fast and she had a lot of power in her legs, he was a physical powerhouse.  He doubt he could catch her off guard a second time, but with a little help from the fans, he might pull off a burst move.  First he needed to get the fans rallied behind him here.

Eliza reckoned she must have had Yoske here and now, her leg based submission holds were lethal to anyone, friction or tension regardless that dared to step into the ring with her. She could put away many opponents with her prized legs as she had done so many a time in the past even, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as she sought to try and put Yoske out here and now.

She managed to get her powerful dancing legs wrapped squarely around the redhead's neck there and she could feel the muscle that he had there, this would be a trickier lockdown than most for her to try and cinch in. But the dancing passion would be attempting it all the same, she'd wriggle her legs around Yoske's neck and start to apply as tight a pressure as she could muster!

*I can't ballroom roller yet, need to focus on this. Damn.* Eliza thought to herself, she was gonna try and give her best there, hopefully in order to start progress towards putting Yoske's lights out here in this match!

Yoske felt the legs around his neck like a boa constrictor trying to squeeze the air out of him. Slowly, he felt himself fading away from the pressure. The fact that she had him locked in was impressive. Her speed gave her the clear advantage and she had the fanbase on her side. His arms slowly started to lower indicating how close he was to fading out. Already in his mind he was working out a few ways to get out of this. A powerbomb, a simple pin to break the hold. Yoske needed to get as much support as possible here. If he could get that, he may have a chance.

Slowly, his arms started to drape and go limp on the canvas. The referee seeing that as a sign that he was possibly out. If the referee dropped Yoske's hand three times, that would be it for him. Although Yoske did get his arm back up to rally the crowed for a final act of desperation. For what good it may have done. Yoske giving another effort to try and power his way out of her submission hold. Eliza's legs were indeed very strong. Yoske couldn't lose here though. Not tonight. His head trying to move around in her hold to loosen it if he could.