Eliza Harenwood vs Black Racer - Gotta Go Fast

The Black Racer started to land some blows on the cornered dancing passion with his knee, causing his opponent to grunt with each one. It seemed like this was in fact weakening Eliza as she didn't do much to stop him. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought, and if he could keep up this performance maybe he could win and...wait what's she...

The Racer's latest strike had been blocked by Eliza, and with a shove he was sent back stumbling a bit but staying on his feet. He wouldn't be standing for long, though, as the dancing passion quickly delivered a drop kick to his chest sending him flat on his back as he almost rolled over from the the attack. Somewhat coughing from the heavy kick, the Black Racer started to sit up trying to recollect himself. But while many fighters would get discouraged, weakened, or even frustrated with this turn of events, The Black Racer would just laugh.

"Hahaha...now that's a kick! You should have used that kind of thing earlier haha" he would exclaim to the dancing passion. Things were heating up in this match, and the racer was eager to keep it going as he tried bringing himself to his feet to, readying himself for whatever Ms. Harrenwood could throw at him.

Eliza usually preferred not getting boxed in against her opponent, when it did happen having one option or more to deal with it came in handy. She had been tempted to try and slink out the ring, though Racer in his gusto perhaps would have attempted to pursue. So taking the fight was going to have to be the course of action, Eliza would show her prowess in kicking by blasting her legs right into Racer's chest. The man took the impact and was sent reeling as if he'd been blasted in the chest with a shotgun, though at least he had taken it better than some folk would.

Ms Harenwood took a breath of relief, having an opponent that could match the speed the dancing passion was known for was something that Eliza hadn't exactly faced before. Still she felt a little used to it, Racer vocalised how Eliza should have been using that form of offence earlier in the bout. In response Eliza simply quietly scoffed at her opponent, feeling that he was perhaps attempting to get under her skin. That was going to be a rather difficult task for the man, after all she had been used to the slung words from her foes even when she was a little girl.

Still the advantage in the situation seemed to favour the British dancer, Racer was on his knees trying to recover. Eliza would decide to honour his request by running forwards towards him, and then she'd attempt to get one leg up to one of his knees and firing out her other for a shining wizard right on him!

Now while it may not seem like it, The Black Racer didn’t try to be offense most of the time. But at the same time, he rarely said something that was not offensive in some way. He was funny like that. But out of all the times he should have shut up, now was the time. And of course, he hadn’t. Instead the racer criticized his opponent who had just got an advantage over him. So even though he hadn’t intended to rub her the wrong way, and was actually just excited by the match, The Black Racer was about to receive the kick of his career so far. And he was NOT ready for it....

Eliza quickly ran at the racer while he had one knee on the ring, while his left leg began to bring him up. The dancing passion took advantage of this moment and hopped onto his knee with one leg, and with her other landed a staggering shinning wizard right to his skull. Snapping back quickly, the racer probably hit the ground before Eliza did causing him to lay on his back, the lights above him on the ceiling seemed to be spinning around. Though in truth it was just that the kick had nearly knocked his head off, and he was feeling the effects of it.

“Ugghhh…ok pro…I’m not out cold…con…I may have a concussion…” The racer didn’t have a concussion, but at the time it was hard to think straight. So after trying to motivate himself to get up by doing a pro/con of the situation, the racer began to  lift himself up from the ring a bit weakly. Still it was early in the match so The Black Racer wasn’t done by a long shot. Then getting back to his feet with a stagger, the racer put a hand on the ropes by the corner as his head started to feel better and less cloudy. Still he was taking too much time to compose himself, time that his opponent would most likely take advantage of….

Eliza's attack connected with that ever so, so satisfying smacking noise. Racer might have run his mouth on this occasion, must it cost him dearly. Because he drew the ire of the dancing passion, not the personal level of ire. But enough to have irked Ms Harenwood, which was something that wasn't very recommended. And Racer would learn that, because he probably wondered what just hit him. It was a Kodak moment as it was with so many elegant strikes done with the legendary legs of Eliza Harenwood, in one second Eliza could bring down even the biggest of opponents down to size. It was these things that helped serve to bring her to the status that she had today.

She landed on her backside with a light thud, though it was quite clear Racer had taken the much harder impact out of the two. He should consider himself grateful that he was this early on in the match, strikes like that could certainly take an opponent out in a very quite and abrupt fashion. Eliza actually had a small smirk on her lips after being able to admire her handiwork done on the mysterious driver, the young woman believed in the power of her legs. One could equate this match to Ali vs Foreman.

Racer spoke aloud of how he was feeling, no doubt trying to rally himself. Well it mattered not to Eliza, as far as she felt Racer simply vocalised how damaged he was. Eliza got into a sort of crouched position, sizing up her target. He was staggering along, the young lady decided to keep putting on the pressure by getting near and shooting out a few left kicks into his ribs to try and batter him up some more!

The Black Racer was slowly getting more and more aware of his surroundings as time went by in the corner. He may have taken one hell of a kick, but that hadn’t affected his confidence just yet, and he was prepared to take a lot more in this match so that he could win. The racer would soon get more as he started to notice the dancing passion crouching over there in front of him.

It seemed that Eliza was sizing him up, most likely deciding what to do to him next. “Oh god don’t let it be another wizard…” he would mumble, knowing another one of those would do some serious damage, even if it was a cool move. So when she came back at him, the black racer would grunt with each kick to his ribs. They weren’t fun, but at least they weren’t to the head, meaning he could think of a way to retaliate.

So after the fourth or fifth kick, the racer would try catching the next kick as it hit his rib cage. And with the woman's leg in his grasp, he would try using his superior strength to push Eliza back a bit, only to pull her back in for a quick clothesline. Hopefully that could get things to start moving in his favor.

Eliza was intent on beating her opponents in battle, though she did prefer to have a certain method to her attacks. Aside from delivering kicks that is, the dancing passion preferred to whittle the enemy down enough so that she could land a powerful blow and then take the victory either by choking the opponent out with her killer legs or simply going for a pin. Racer however had drawn Eliza's ire and therefore she had decided to fire out with her more explosive offence options, with perhaps the justification that the man had asked for it.

Perhaps throwing a bit of caution out the wind Eliza was intent on continuing her assault against Black Racer, if he gave her the chance she'd stomp the stuffing out of him and then some. Still the attacks raining down on the man probably served to get the Racer riled up and itching for some payback, and lo and behold he was able to do that.

Racer would manage to catch hold of Eliza's leg, that was something that wasn't easy to perform. Given Eliza's usual precision and speed on her attacks, but Racer managed it. And then promptly ran right into the dancing passion with a hard clothesline! With a loud grunt Ms Harenwood hit the mat, the sudden impact having served to jar Eliza enough to detail the momentum that she had built up until that point.....

The first few kicks were fast and had hurt, quite a bit in fact. But thankfully the racer caught the dancing passion’s leg before she could finish kicking the hell out of him. He knew this wasn’t supposed to be so easy, and he was a bit surprised that he managed to catch it. It seemed luck was on his side tonight, and he was ready to fight back. So with his opponent stuck on one leg, The Black Racer managed to land a powerful clothesline on the Miss Harenwood, knocking her down onto the mat with a grunt escaping her throat.

It seemed like the racer had succeeded in wrecking the woman’s momentum she had gained up till now, and he was ready to get some momentum of his own. The Black Racer would reach down to grab a hold of Eliza’s shoulders and try pulling her back a bit from the corner saying, “Now this will hurt a bit, but I think you’re stretchable enough that you’ll be able to take it” Wait should he be warning her about this? Probably not now that he was thinking about it...

So after warning his opponent, the Black Racer would try to prop Eliza up into a seated position and begin digging his knee into her back in a seated surfboard stretch. Hopefully a hold like this would be able to ware down the dancing passion enough for him to get ahead in this match.

One problem in the majority of Eliza's matches was that she simply often was up against taller and heavier opponents, who were able to use their natural advantage to get a great chance to shut down any momentum that the dancing passion had. Which was usually when they sought to punish Ms Harenwood and cause some damage to her, something that over time Eliza had learned to cope with. But still hits like a hard clothesline were hell on your neck, not to mention the landing. Black Racer sought to take the chance that was in front of him, his words hadn't been paid any attention by Eliza.

With the prone position that Eliza was in it was rather trivial for Racer to move her into the seated position he wanted, the somewhat intricate hold made Ms Harenwood aware of what was going on now. If Racer had the ability to perform holds such as this, it made Eliza worry as it was another attribute that she'd have to deal with. "Ngh! D-damn you!" Eliza hissed out, the ref was there to check if Eliza tapped. The dancing passion only shook her head, she was good to go. But the hold was a problem, the first thing was to not panic.

Now the second was to try and look into dealing with how to get out of this, Eliza preferred to try and get out of a hold rather than power out. With the aforementioned problems against her opponents trying to do the latter was often pointless, considering she wasn't elevated in the hold Eliza would seek to wriggle around and nudge her way to the nearest ropes. All she'd need is one chance to get that break.....

The Black Racer pulled Eliza up a bit and succeeded in trapping her in the hold. His superior strength was the reason this situation was in his advantage, but raw power wasn't going to be enough to win this time. He was going to have to use his speed, and most importantly, think ahead rather than just diving in head first. The racer, though, had no intention of playing this safe or even smart. He was too busy just doing whatever and going where the match took him. It was almost like he was taking the "Lethal Weapon" approach as the match went on.

"Hey! Language! What'd I do to you?" he would say after Eliza hissed at him. There was no point at cursing him he thought. It's not like he was trying to hurt her....well actually he was but it was fine since it was a match...but he was putting her in pain and pain does get people angry...he'd give her a pass. "Actually I take that back, swear away Miss Harenwood!".

There it was again! He would just lose focus and do whatever he felt like. It wasn't just his approach to things, though. He even acted like Gibbs in dangerous ways too. Like jumping from moving cars in his last match, and that was a problem. The racer didn't plan his moves or actions at all, and just went from one fun idea to the next. So when Eliza started struggling in his grip, he instantly thought loosening the hold on her back and dragging her backwards was a good idea and had zero risk to it. None at all. Not even a chance he could be wrong.

So The Black Racer would try doing just that, not even thinking that the dancing passion could break free. He was bigger and, in his mind, faster. So why should he be cautious?

Racer being the prick that he seemed was milking the chance to trash talk the dancing passion, well one could argue that he had a bit of a right to considering where he had Eliza. In spite of the chaotic mind that Racer had his height and weight was a big advantage for him, not to mention the speed. Eliza had to be honest gotten accustomed to her opponents being slower than her, however this issue wasn't the case. Racer rubbing in the fact that Eliza seemingly being prim and proper meant she couldn't cuss, funnily enough she didn't back in her early Tension days. Now though Eliza was far more willing to degrade her opponent through the vocal element.

Still though the chaotic mind of Racer meant that he might not think much about how to prolong the hold, which is what Eliza would do. Rather he seemingly relented on his grip, which had allowed the dancing passion a chance to catch her breath. Though the numbing in her muscles served as a grim reminder of what could occur.

However this could actually work to Eliza's advantage, Racer was intent on trying to drag Ms Harenwood to wherever. The dancing passion quickly surveyed the ring to see where she was, an idea formed. Eliza would pretend to be limp, to let Racer perhaps get confident. Only to then suddenly jerk upwards and move backwards to box the man into the corner nearby and take him by surprise, but rather than try to muscle against him Eliza would quickly seek to jump and move her body down and to the left and smack her leg right into Racer's head with a CCS Enzuigiri!