What? Never Wrestled an Actress Before?

Timbeerrrrr-shit, she missed.

And here she was thinking that all that punishment would slow Tracer down. Nope. The woman was right back in it like nothing had changed at all. Yeah, she found the right person for this match. A bit of tenacity went a long way in Artemis’ book. Lena took advantage of it too, hitting the former actress right in the gut.

“Gah!”

Lot of momentum in that little body. It was enough to cause Artemis to stumble back a couple steps before falling right on her back. She shook her head a bit and looked up back at Lena with a toothy grin. Not bad. Not bad at all.

It took a while, but it seemed that Lena was finally hitting her stride. The spear wasn't pretty but it did it's job, making Artemis stumble and fall with a crash. Pushing herself up to her feet, Lena ran toward her, hopping over her opponent on her way to the ropes.

Leaping up, her feet landed perfectly on the middle rope making the cable bow down a bit under her weight and momentum. Taking a breath, she used the rope as a springboard, flipping back in a lionsault to land right across Artemis' midsection, immediately going for a pin and hauling up the massive leg.

For a moment, Lena had a become a blur in Artemis’ eyes. The impact from that fall had been worse than she realized. The oxygen hadn’t come right back to her head straight away. She went to get up, but found a bit of difficulty doing so. Her opponent didn’t waste any time capitalizing on it either.

“Oof!”

It was the leg hook that woke her up to exactly to what was happening. With one mighty effort, the muscular blonde sprung forward, forcing her leg back down and breaking free of the pin before Tracer could get away with a second count. Artemis forced the smaller woman off her and rolled away, quickly going to scramble to her feet.

"One...Two....NO!" Tracer cried, tossed off as easily as a childs toy. Her body rolled along the ring mat, coming to a stop halfway across the canvas where she slammed her fist against the mat. It took her a bit longer to get to her feet this time, but she persisted, standing on shaky legs.

The moment Artemis got to her feet, Tracer lashed out with her forearm aiming to catch her on the jaw.

Tracer was coming in fast, but it wasn’t fast enough to get Artemis on her second wind. As the smaller woman went for her strike, the former actress would grab her forearm just inches away from her face. A slight grin crept its way onto her face.

“Good try. Here’s one you should notice, though.”

Keeping a firm hold on the woman’s forearm, Artemis would grab the woman’s throat and lift her as high as she could. With one strong throw downward, she’d slam Lena hard into the canvas with a hard chokeslam.

Tracer swore when that hand curled around her forearm. She tugged and pulled but to no avail, as Artemis kept her in an Iron grip.
"Oi! lemme go ya big- ugck!" she gagged, when her opponent targeted her throat, feeling those fingers curl around her windpipe. Once again her body went up...and once again it came crashing back down in a chokeslam. Her upper body hit s hard, she bounced back into a sitting position. After a second or two, her body curved back in a graceful sump, falling spread eagle once more with heavy breaths.

That shut her up real quick.

Tracer hit the canvas like a ragdoll, laying out before the muscular blonde and looking dead to the world. Hopefully she can stomach a little more, ‘cause there was plenty more where that came from. Lena was clearly nothing if not tenacious. If Artemis was going to go for a pin, she had to take things a bit further.

“Hey. No slacking off. Need to get your reaction to this.”

Reaching down the former actress would picked the Brit up and lift her over her shoulder, keeping her suspended upside down her arm over the woman’s thigh. She’d keep her tucked on her shoulder like this for a moment, letting the blood rush to her head a bit, before bringing her down with a fisherman’s suplex.

Well at least Artemis was right, Tracer was dead to the world. The entire room was nothing but a muddled haze as the Brit was down and out. Groaning, the woman tried to throw a tired right hook into the woman's abs. She was a soldier, and was gonna go out fighting.

Artemis lifted the woman up and over in the fisherman's suplex, once again laying her out on her back. Tracer's eyes were shut tight, open mouthed and chest heaving.

Done and done. She looked kinda cute, all half-dead and without any fight in her like that. Still, Artemis hoped Tracer had it in her for one more. Might as well go for a hat trick before the Brit goes down for good. For now, the former actress merely stretched her arms above her head and gave her neck a good crack, before plopping down on Lena’s sprawled form.

“One! Two!” She slapped her hand to accompany each count.

Maybe she should consider signing up for a spot at Avalanche if the competition was this east. Rob suggested she take it easy. Work her way up to the big events. But maybe seeing one of their big names laid out like this would turn some heads around management.

Tracer was so close to that blissful peace of being out cold, but yet again her iron will kept her from passing out. Her opponent was enjoying herself at any rate. The muscular woman plopped down on her stomach and hooked up the leg.

"One! Two! Three!" she heard, scoring another perfect fall over Lena. This was quickly turning into a squash match, if it wasn't already.