L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

In a slightly dark, twisted sense of thinking, the only reason Eliza wasn’t put to unconsciousness is because of Safiyah’s need to put on a show. The Dancing Passion was getting a nice helping of that squeeze that the Azure Cobra could generate, though it would be reserved. Controlled chaos is how she would put it, the two rolling about like a reptile doing the death roll. Eliza was sent this way and that, being taken along for the ride, whether she had a say in this or not.

“Oooooooh! So close~! Come on, give some support! She can do it!” Had it been a real fight, the blonde sparring partner would be feeling the malaise and accidie caused by the inertia of the roll. The crowd was getting into it and so was Safiyah. The approval egged her on to be more daring with that roll, adding a few more inches that she could reach for Eliza, before taking it all away. Of course, this wouldn’t do all that well with the British Aristocrat’s breathing, which was also something that added to the dizziness of the spinning. Eliza was no doubt having quite a rough time here. But Safiyah was filled with glee, with nothing that could ruin it…

…Except for Eliza’s leg managing to hit the ropes.

Safiyah whined and baulked as if disappointed that this couldn’t go much longer. Though with how much she dared to give a few inches, it was fair that Eliza would take the mile, putting an end to this carousel of crush. No matter, though. It was bound to happen. Rather than keeping the scissors held up for long, which she’s in her rights to, Safiyah immediately relented. A mischievous little devil she is, but she’s still a good sport.

The Egyptian’s legs would release, unclasping against Eliza’s neck, so that she could breathe fully. All the while, Safiyah looked on at the woman who was no doubt seeing spots and all other things. “Well, and here I thought it was gonna be night night for you before you’d reach it. Give this lady a round of applause!” Safiyah grinned, her heterochromatic gaze watching those lovely, red facial features. With one flexible leg, she brought it close to herself, letting that dainty foot tap on that cheek. “Still with me? Don’t tell me you’re actually out cold, I haven’t even put my all into that! Besides…”

What the British Aristocrat might not realise was that the same leg that was hanging on the ropes was brought towards Safiyah. Almost folding her up, with Eliza’s shoulders flat on the canvas. Safiyah would give a soft peck on the stocking-clad foot, before rubbing it against her cheek like a cat rubbing against an owner’s leg. “…This is a pin. One…two…” The bluenette would count, her toes tapping the blonde’s cheek with each count.

Well Eliza had been well and truly made to sit down in a matter of speaking, it wasn't the first time it happened in the ring and doubly so during her time learning in the British indies. Still there was something to take away from this and that was Eliza realising Safiyah had some real talent there now. Eliza gave a low hiss and a huffing noise and realised she'd need an ice pack after this one. Honestly though the dancing passion had kinda wrote Safiyah off a bit as a cocky upstart but this was a lesson for Eliza now.

Eliza felt Saifyah's caresses and gave a snort of amusement, one thing Eliza liked to think she had against her fellow aristocrats was that she could laugh at herself and her failings. The dancing passion's eyes semi widened in response to Saifyah's touching of her legs but doubly so when she went for a mock pin, spar or not Eliza wasn't too comfortable with falling short still and thus she bundled herself up and swiftly rolled away from her foe as well as she could.

Were it to happen Eliza would be in a semi crouched posture, panting quietly with sweat dripping down her forehead. Wincing at her exertion Eliza would then take a deep breath and say "Hmmmm impressive, that blow......was no novice one. W-Where'd you learn if I can ask? You wouldn't....find that in the British indies I believe."

Safiyah purred, relishing the warm feeling of another woman. Of course, Eliza made it pretty clear that she wasn’t interested, but in her mind, she was going to leave with something when this was all over. She still wished to make true of her little bet with the British Aristocrat, especially when she would get her all to herself. But it wouldn’t hurt to indulge.

While she didn’t understand the magnitude of rubbing up something considered a legend, treating it like how a cat would run up one’s leg, Safiyah treated them with loving care. Her cheek loved the intricate, woven, delicate floral patterns that are the stockings, hugging every curve, from Eliza’s toned thighs to her calves, accentuating the shape and definition of her legs.

Especially as the Azure Cobra knew Eliza would kick out of this. Sure, her legs are pretty strong and can do a lot of damage, probably as close to Eliza’s own. But in the spirit of a spar, the Egyptian would have put a lot more into her offence if incapacitating the Dancing Passion was the aim. Her foot tapped with the count, slapping the cheek as if the ref would smack the ground for the pinfall. As expected, Eliza would kick out, not too quickly, but not too late either. Safiyah would allow her to break away, rolling away from her opponent, with the crowd giving their approval at quite the showing.

The Azure Cobra would sit on her heels, flicking her short navy hair back with dignified grace as if she were from royalty. The British Aristocrat would comment, which got an amused smile from Safiyah. “Oh, Eliza…” Safiyah would crawl towards her on all fours, almost feline with the way she approached her, keeping her heterochromatic gaze upon the blonde beauty. “…I’m not the type to kiss and tell. But you’re right on one thing. You’ll definitely won’t find that in some lowly British indies…” She scoffed at the notion. Sure, she was stuck with the moniker of being a rookie here, but even the Young Lionesses could take out the dregs of the indies.

Once she got close enough, Safiyah suddenly pushed and leaned into a front handstand, letting her legs swing from behind and forward, straight towards Eliza. Her intent was to wrap those lethal legs around that pretty neck of hers. But instead of squeezing, Safiyah sought to throw the woman over her with a grounded hurricanrana!

Okay Eliza would admit a few things about herself, that she could falter and not be perfect. Being knocked down in wrestling often helped to adjust one's brain and ego, also Eliza could give respect even if it was in a dancing contest. Now Saifyah had piqued her interest and Eliza would be watching ringside for her future bouts, as it stood however Eliza had to start worrying about other things like her sparring opponent being back on the offence. The dancing passion kinda wished Saifyah would tip her hand in regards to her experience though.

Regardless Saifyah would catch Eliza by surprise with the hurricarana, tossing her bodily across the ring and landing with a hard thud sending a jolt of pain through the spine of the dancing passion to which she gave a loud yelp.

Okay that'd need an ice pack, Eliza would roll to her right and get on her hands and knees and seemed to be going into a running sprint starting stance as she eyed her opponent but even with the pain in her features the aristocrat had a smile on her face as honestly this was fun here. Yeah Eliza hadn't had an gym session this entertaining since coming to LAW!