Eliza Harenwood vs Yoske Ishimi - Dancing With The Stars

Eliza was feeling it, she had to have had Yoske put out like a light there. No doubt adding him to the list of many foes that had faltered against her renowned, powerful thighs. The dancing passion was in the process of starting her ballroom roller move there, a move that would surely put out the redhead to be doubly sure. Eliza's move there was a simple headscissors yes, but she combined it with a steady sway of her hips that had the opponent trapped there. Adding to severe disorientation to her opponent in addition to the tight air constriction that her thighs would bring about!

The ref would ask Eliza to cease her movements there and seek to check Yoske's state, he hadn't tapped after all. Miss Harenwood would relent on her movements there but kept her grip secure, then the ref would check Yoske's arm. It dropped once. Then it was a second time. Again nothing, Eliza keep her focus as best she could.........

Then suddenly Yoske's arm would raise up there! Eliza wouldn't be able to stop herself from going "What?!" as she struggled to process the fact that someone could survive in her ballroom roller move. This couldn't be true! But the fact of it was true, which lead to Eliza freezing up the hold there. Her grip was still naturally tight, but for the defender now there was a glimmer of hope it seemed!

Feeling the movements from Eliza, the move seemed to do the trick. Yet, that was far from the truth. He relaxed his body going with the motions. When she ceased he allowed the ref to drop his arm:

"...ONE!!!"

Not yet. Give it some time. His ears listening to the audience while this was happening. Yoske felt the ref grab his arm and drop it to the canvas again:

"...TWO!!!"

This was it! All or nothing. Eliza was in the driver's seat for the entirety of this match. Using her speed and legs to take full advantage of this. At the same time, Yoske conserved his energy, took his time minimalizing his actions in this match creating a larger than life persona with his movements. Each strike, each slam had more impact than in reality. He felt the ref hold his arm up to let it fall. However, this time, he stopped just inches from the canvas bring it back up to rally the crowd. He heard the audible what escape from his foes mouth. Sheer hint of disbelief coming from her tone as if somehow, someway, he survived her finish. This was the chance he was looking for--an opening to make his grand comeback and take the wheel from her.

Mustering up the strength and feeding from the energy the audience supplied him, Yoske started to shift to his knees. Working to get himself balanced with the awkward position. Slowly, steadily working his way to his feet. If he managed to pull this off, his arms would wrap around Eliza's strong thighs to keep her stabilized. From his position it looked like he may try to pin her and force her to break her hold on him. But that was to be expected. Yoske could have but decided against it. He needed something else to get out of this, and he knew just the thing.

His attempt was to use his physical strength to hoist the dancing passion up on his shoulders and stabilizing her with his arms. Should he reach this far, he had her set up for a powerbomb! But, there was a caveat to this. Since she had her legs locked around his neck, Yoske could reuse this move until legs started to give and release. At least that was the plan. He had to get there first!

Eliza was struggling to process the fact that her ballroom roller, her iconic finisher that had secured victory quite a few times for her in the past was being actually powered out by someone. It had usually been a win button of sorts for the British aristocrat when she managed to get it locked in, Yoske however seemed to have managed something that was quite impossible by the minds of herself and the fans of Tension.

Eliza never, ever skipped leg day and this was boggling her mind. Her face flared in frustration and anger before she attempted to hammer at Yoske's head in frustration, however before she could do so the silent wall would managed to heft up Eliza's frame in his muscled arms and slam her right to the mat with a heavy powerbomb attempt!

The dancing passion hadn't managed to get her guard up in time and she grimaced aloud with a "Guah!" and the grip on her legs slackened, it seemed that she had just been stunned and left open now, Eliza's legs were still wrapped around Yoske's head in a subconscious manner but the pressure was lifting there. It seemed an opening might be possible now!

Yoske had the dancing passion up and was grounded firmly with his feet, her grip around his neck firm but not apply pressure.  He needed to get her to loosen up and break out of her hold.  This was a way to pull it off.  Maybe with enough force, he could be freed of it.  It just may take a few shots.  Which is actually a blessing in disguise.  Keeping Eliza's weight stable on his shoulders, Yoske proceeded throw his weight dropping her for the first powerbomb.  His feet were spread apart for stability at the base, throwing his upper body into the motion.  His motion combined with her weight and gravity would be similar to dropping a sledgehammer or an axe to the ground.  The sickening sound that followed from the effort:

'FWAMP!'

He heard the supports and springs rattle as the canvas shook from the impact.  Eliza's grip starting to slack around his neck.  He could slide out, but he wasn't taking any chances.  Yoske wanted to make sure she couldn't maintain that grip.  Holding her legs and adjusting his lower body, Yoske grinds his teeth in his mouth while attempting to hoist the Dancing Passion back up on his shoulders for a second Powerbomb!  The only other move he did this sort of action with was the German Suplex.  Normally it was the three slam rule with that.  Two consecutive slams and releasing the third.  It was great for not only a comeback but the repetition also increased the reaction volume.  Getting louder with each successful slam.  In this case, the three slam rule should come into play.  The first one was the stunner.  

Yoske heard the reaction of the audience and was gaining what he was after.  His minimalist approach proving quite effective here.  Every time he executed an offensive tactic, a power move specifically, the response was incredibly powerful.  It had a meaning behind it.  The storytelling aspect hinting on his end what he was trying to convey towards the audience as they watched on.  While it's true Eliza has the support and experience, she may understand why Yoske was nicknamed The Silent Wall.  This was just one aspect of it.

Eliza was often known to not struggle much in matches where she faced the males of Tension, it was often that the fans in attendance would say that they were the underdogs in the match more often than not nowadays. Eliza perhaps had gotten a tad complacent now and it was just being set into the brain of the dancing passion, between the massive jolts of pain that was shooting through her back of course.

Yoske would surely find that Eliza was still keeping some resistance on her end as her legs still made to tense and flex, she could feel herself being hefted up. No doubt for another powerbomb from the looks of it, gritting her teeth the dancing passion would attempt to fight back there and try to dome Yoske on the noggin with a couple of punches. Only for her attempt to not quite hit the mark there and result in her being slammed back down a second time with her letting out a loud "Gahh!"

Yoske hoisted the dancing passion up for a second time. This one he felt a few strikes hit him on the head trying to throw him off his course. However, he was already in position. With the strength he could muster, he slammed the Dancing passion to the mat for a second time:

'FWAMP!'

The second powerbomb was louder than the first. He was sincerely hoping this would give him enough slack to finish her off with his loudest powerbomb yet. She still had some fight in her which he was impressed with. She was definitely resilient that's for sure.

Grinding his teeth and adjusting his position, Yoske would attempt the same move for a third time. In wrestling there was generally a three strike rule with some moves. Two consecutive clutch moves and one release. This added the suspense to the match and gained the bigger reactions. Eddie Guerrero had the Three Amigos, Brock Lesnar and Kurt Angle had the three german suplexes. Even in the early days, heels would load the boot kicking the babyfaces three times before unloading it so to speak. In Yoske's case, it was three powerbombs. Minimalist movements made his offense much more explosive and louder in volume. His final power bomb consisted of him lifting his foe off of his shoulders above his head with his body falling forwards to deliver the final drop. This increased the arc of the fall which in turn gave a greater velocity since the foe was elevated higher than his natural height. Normally, this was the move that sapped the energy from many a foe. Although he wouldn't be surprised if he was met with some more resistance from Eliza. She still had some fight in her.

Eliza was struggling hard here, the term manhandled could very much be applied to her current situation. She was feeling the pain shoot through her spine and it made it harder and harder for her to stay focus on continuing to apply her wrestling hold there, nevermind the shocking fact that someone could manage to survive against her lethal legs to begin with when many a wrestler before Yoske had succumbed to them.

The dancing passion still wasn't done yet though as her nobility demanded that she try to press on even in a dire situation, trying to get a strike off to Yoske's noggin. Only to taste the canvas the third time and that impact really did it there and Eliza would give a loud grunt as her leg lock came fully loose and she was rendered an inert mess on the mat as she struggled to process how things went so wrong there for her!