Eliza Harenwood vs Tomás Ferreira - Stride Forward

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Eliza was clearly out for blood in this match, proverbially speaking at least. She could tell, anyone could just by looking at Tomas's frame and build that he was a fighter who knew his craft. Which only made Eliza know that she'd need to keep at her gameplan there as best she could, as it stood she was making a decent step forward there. Literally so as Tomas was staggered by her following strike gambit there, watching Eliza's dancer moves elegantly flow from one to another was a staple of her matches and made her the delight of the British indies!

Tomas seemed to be struggling a bit with adapting to Eliza's approach to fighting, it might come as a surprise to many but Eliza had no real martial arts background. Her movements all came from experience and applications of her craft. She saw her dance partner wavering from her assault and sought to follow it up there, after her feet landed on the mat again Eliza was at him once again!

The dancing passion stood on her tip toes and pivoted her body into a rotating spin and shifted forward once again to press the attack, with another elegant attempt of offence with her right leg shooting out tiptoe first right towards Tomas's solar plexus followed by her left leg attempting to shoot upwards and send her other tippy toes right to his chin with an uppercut leg strike!

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In fighting, momentum can be a very important factor. How you start is, at most times, a good way to solidify one’s chances of winning. While Tomas doubted Eliza had any experience in martial arts, the applied trained musculature still showed a fighter who knew how to apply the advantages and strengths unique to her.

Although he’d be correct in the assumption that she isn’t a martial artist, it’s not to say that she has had no experience facing them. Most likely, if she claims to be indeed true, then even those who have honed themselves in their respective disciplines have had trouble against the British Aristocrat. On one hand, it is a relief he’s not alone, but on another, considered a humiliating shame that he can’t move past.

Tomas could only recover his bearings while Eliza kept pressing on the charge as soon as those dainty feet landed on the ground. The Portuguese Nak Muay kept his gaze on her, not leaving her out of her sight. Though his thoughts seemed to be not with a fight focus in mind, his eyes seeing the cascading waves of golden hair caught the light, framing a delicate face that exuded both innocence and allure as she spun around. The intricately laced and striking black and red bodice emphasised the curves of her slender frame. Her legs were again the focal point of her captivating performance. The stockings, a seamless extension of her sculpted limbs, added a touch of vintage glamour to her ensemble. The dark hue created a captivating contrast against the porcelain perfection of her skin.

Those same eyes became intensely fixed on the dancer’s legs. His fascination was palpable, and as the performance unfolded, he became increasingly transfixed by the allure of those black, rose-pattern stockings. The intricate details seemed to dance before his eyes, captivating his imagination and kindling a desire that was as undeniable as it was magnetic. Each sway of the dancer’s hips, every extension of her legs, heightened his fixation, and he found himself ensnared in the seductive spell woven by the Dancing Passion.

This would explain how, with lightning speed, the balls of her foot connect with a resounding thud against the unsuspecting victim’s solar plexus. A muffled gasp escaped the man’s lips as the force of the blow sent shockwaves through his body, momentarily paralysing him. The British Aristocrat wasted no time and seamlessly followed up with a swift kick underneath the chin. The victim’s head snapped backwards, his eyes widening with a mix of pain and disbelief. Time seemed to slow as his guard became useless against her beguiling grace and the enchanting allure of her legs.

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The crowd gasped in awe and amazement at Eliza's beauty and her swift, yet powerful strikes. The British indies would declare her their darling for a very good reason, not just because of her aforementioned looks but also for how she could land blow after blow and deliver them from one angle to another and make it seem like poetry in motion! Eliza had a look of sheer focus on her face as she felt time slow from her point of view, so far she had managed to connect well with her strikes and have Tomas reeling. This was a staple of matches that involved Eliza, her cutting down her usually male and taller foes down to size and staggering them with her steps!

After landing her double whammy Eliza would get her legs poised on the mat again, entering another elegant ballet stance there with her arms poised as if transferring to this was as natural as breathing to her. Which it honestly was. Seeing that Tomas was left reeling the dancing passion decided to try and capitalise on it and hopefully down the mat.

"Prepare yourself." Eliza stated proudly, as she then lept forward into a ballet step and then jump upwards. In the hopes of attempting to smash her right knee straight into Tomas's jaw and send him reeling if not then perhaps even right out of the ring!

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Tomás knew things were going from bad to worse, though as much as he wanted to get a hold of things and bring back control, it hadn’t been a fruitful endeavour. The crowd cheered and gasped, fully invested in the show, Eliza fully in control as Tomás struggled to even turn things around. It was frustrating, to say the least, but he couldn’t complain. A fighter like himself should be above it all and handle whatever challenge comes his way. Even if they are using a peculiar way to fight.

But so far, Tomás couldn’t find an answer to Eliza’s graceful blitz, the blonde darling making him look like a complete newcomer to the art of fighting. For a debut, that wouldn’t do at all.

The Dancing Passion would come at him again, smelling blood in the water. So far those fancy strikes were working and it makes sense to continue. Tomás took a deep breath before his back hit the ropes. His body braced for what comes next. But in his mind, he has decided on one thing. Instead of blocking, Tomás was going to attack. If it works, then that’s great. If not…

No, he can’t afford to think like that. Tomás stomped forward and as soon as Eliza leapt up in the air, the Portuguese Nak Muay did also, pumping his leg out for a jumping front kick that would intercept and nail her on the solar plexus!

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Eliza was known for her offence, almost to the determent of her other aspects in the ring. It came as a necessary drawback, for Eliza knew her often male opponents could outperform her in key aspects. However the dancing passion was dealing with a serious case of tunnel vision thanks to her strikes getting impressive results against Tomas here, which resulted in Eliza throwing caution to the wind hoping to bring him to heel and ensuring she could dominate the match.

Her guard had been wide open there and the blow from Tomas would connect clean there......

Time slowed there for the dancing passion there as she flew backwards, going into a backwards roll after hitting the mat there. It would end with Eliza on her hands and knees there, her mouth open slightly there as she panted quietly. Eliza just had the wind kicked right out of her sail and it left her a crumpled heap right on the mat now as she struggled to process just what had occurred there as her momentum stopped dead in its tracks there!

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There was that lucky break that Tomás was looking for. It was hard enough trying to get a read of Eliza’s unorthodox assault, but those strikes of hers really do damage. But he timed this just enough to land a devastating blow, one that sent the blonde aristocrat crumpled onto the mat. He slightly winced upon seeing the fair lady on all fours, but knowing Eliza, she would respect the rules of war here.

Which meant that Tomás had to take advantage of the moment right here and there. The Portuguese Nak Muay rushed towards the downed aristocrat, getting close before leaping up in the air, seeking to land a perfect 12-to-6 elbow right on the spine of Eliza!

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Alright Eliza had been knocked down before, the dancing passion took hits better than most dainty flowers with her body type and stature. It came with the territory of fighting guys more than girls after all, you had to be able to take beatings. Still that exchange taught the British aristocrat something important there, namely her foe was no joke and could deliver the heat if she wasn't careful her own passion could go to waste and cost her the bout.

As if in response to Eliza's own inner thoughts there Tomas sought to drive his point home, almost in a literal sense by slamming his elbow straight into the spine of the dancing passion! It made Eliza give a loud yell there as she slumped back down in the mat as her nervous systems were short circuited, the only saving grace was her legs not being targeted but damn that was some back pain she got there!

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Brutish as a method, that was, it wasn’t something you’d see in Muay Thai circles. Unless you watch Bloodsport, that is. Tomás has never been more into the theatrics, even in his previous jobs he would prefer things be done simply and efficiently. Unnecessary waste is what he tries to avoid, and that goes double with fighting. Many can see Muay Thai as pragmatic, but that’s where its effectiveness came from.

Regardless, he needed something that would bring the Dancing Passion down to the ground. And with how much she showed to be pretty effective regarding her strikes, Tomás needed something to keep her docile enough. He did have a slight twinge of regret after the yelp, but Tomás knew that Eliza wouldn’t show mercy in battle. So neither would he.

“Minhas desculpas, senhorita.” Tomás would say, as he began to straddle on Eliza’s hurting back. His options for ground stuff were limited, but one option would work well enough. Wrapping his arm around her neck, Tomás seeks to lock in a sleeper hold, pulling her upper body closer to him while putting pressure on that neck and back!

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Eliza was grimacing, however she was far from the wallflower that she'd been when she first started in pro wrestling. She could take a fair beating and that came with being struck about by a foe bigger and heavier than her, Eliza was already trying to process her current situation and how to go about trying to resolve this situation. Gritting her teeth against the shooting pain in her spine she felt her opponent's strong arms wrap around her neck and already Eliza felt her airways get constricted.

Giving a loud hiss that seemed unfitting of the British aristocrat Eliza pawed at Tomas's arms there, however submission holds might not have been his forte they were something that Eliza was rather familiar with in her own gameplan. Drawing on her time from the British indies Eliza would seek to try and gain as much of a vertical base as she could, to let her get her feet on solid ground. Every second counted even if the opponent's grip was expert or not, her facial features baring a pained expression every second to boot.

However were Eliza able to at least get her feet planted on the mat in this lowered position the dancing passion would then seek to try and grab Tomas's head there and try to leap up and slam his jaw against her shoulder in an attempt to force him to relent the hold! Already there were blurry spots in the vision of the Harenwood.

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It was a bit crass, but Tomás didn’t have many options to go for what’s next. Many a time when the opponent goes down, the referee gives a count, separating the Nak Muay and sending them to the corner. However, this was a wrestling match, and the referee wasn’t going to separate the Portuguese Pugilist. He almost froze, seeing that this was an opportunity to take, but his old habits weren’t letting him take advantage so quickly.

Tomás locked on the sleeper hold tight, hearing the British aristocrat make noises, her hands pawing away at his arm. He didn’t really know if he was doing it right, but it seemed as if it was working. Tomás’s arms were already strong from his kickboxing days and they were being made use here. His biceps flexed on that delicate neck.

“Por favor, perdoe-me, minha senhora…” Tomás felt conflicted. This wasn’t really him and here he was, doing a wrestling move, rather than relying on his Muay Thai. The one thing that got him through his tryouts!

Despite the mental battle that was going on, Eliza began to rise to her feet. Or rather, get her feet planted to the ground. He admired the fight that Eliza showed, although he honestly didn’t know what to expect since he held the sleeper tight. All of a sudden, Eliza dropped to the ground, her hands grabbing on his head and before he knew it, Tomás’s jaw got smashed against her cranium. Tomás relented the hold, almost flying before landing on his back, clutching his jaw as he rolled in pain.