What? Never Wrestled an Actress Before?

Just one more and she’d have the first pin of their little spar. A broad smile grew on Artemis’ face as she brought her hand down for the third count. Then, it vanished in an instant when Tracer kicked out of the pin with a surprising burst of energy. This woman was way more resilient than she gave her credit for. Didn’t make this any less annoying for her.

“What the-, stay down!”

Clearly this woman needed to be worn down a bit more before she could go for a point. Fine. The former actress had more than enough patience if Lena wanted to play the long game. Maybe she’d get the point eventually and just learn to keel over and let the star shine. Artemis reached an arm out towards the woman’s neck, trying to lift her and put her back down onto the canvas with a rough chokeslam.

Lena felt the soft hand close around her neck, despite her pathetic attempts to swat it away. Gagging and choking, she held onto the arm as Artmeis dead-lifted her up before slamming her back down in the chokeslam. The impact laid her out completely, arms and legs spread eagle with her eyes fluttering. The only movement from her was the rise and fall of her breasts.

That felt look a good swing.

Lena bounced off the mat with a satisfying smack. Artemis laid her out perfectly. It was like throwing paint at a canvas. She took a second to admire the woman’s sprawled form, giving her shoulder a good roll. Her chest rose steadily up and down and her pupils scrambled this way and that. Didn’t look like she was getting up anytime soon, but the muscular blonde decided better on going for the pin right away. Grabbing the woman’s legs, she lifted Lena up and placed them over her shoulders, letting her body hang a bit and the blood rush to her head.

“Just gotta make sure, speedy. No surprises this time, ‘kay?”

With that, Artemis fell forward, putting all of her weight into an inverted belly to back slam. Tracer could kick out all she wanted. So long as the blonde kept up the pressure, her opponent was getting anywhere anytime soon in this little competition.

The slam turned Tracer into a groaning rag doll, unable to do much other than jerk her limbs and breathe. She slumped under Artemis, attempting to roll away when the woman got off of her.

This was not the ideal contest. Artemis' strength was a perfect counter to her fast striking style, and the Brit was paying the price for her overconfidence.

It was an honest to god shock to Artemis to see Tracer still squirming around after that slam. It might have just been the adrenaline kicking in, her body getting into a fight-or-flight response in reaction to the near-death experience. Evidently, she was choosing flight. Wouldn’t get far from her though. Not rolling away like that. With barely any effort at all, the former actress crouched down and reach out to grab her.

“Lemme know how this feels. Still trying it out.”

Grabbing Lena by the arms, Artemis would lift her up with her back facing the ceiling before tucking her between the sun-kissed blonde’s thick thighs. With one mighty leap into the air, she would slam the smaller Brit down onto the canvas fast first with a heavy pedigree!

Tracer felt oddly detached from her body. When the muscular woman dragged her to her feet, her legs buckled, causing her body to pitch forward. Her head was pressed against her opponent's rock hard abs, sighing a bit while her face flushed a light shade of red.

Artmeis shoved her head between those thick thighs, further darkening the blush. The embarrassment would be short felt, when her arms were hooked p before being drilled with a pedigree. Any resistance she had was blasted out of her, reduced to light spasms and twitching of her limbs underneath her opponent.

Looked like that one did it.

Artemis got up and gave Lena a quick glance over after being laid out on the canvas. A couple twitches. Heavy breathing. Yeah, she was down for the count. Wasting no time, Artemis flipped the smaller woman over and hooked her leg, getting her down for the three count. She slapped her hands three times on the ground, mouthing the words aloud for the onlookers’ benefit. The moment the third count came, the former actress would let the leg drop and sit back up, giving a smirk at her handiwork.

“Whew. Really giving me a run for my money here, luv.”

Artemis ran a palm over her own forehead despite there being practically zero sweat gracing her skin. Slowly, she stood back up and walked into the ropes, waiting for the overwhelmed Brit to come back at her again. Although, she couldn’t blame her for not having the guts for it. One to zip. Not looking food for her.

Tracer was only dimly aware of Artemis rolling her over. Her arm flopped to the side, with the muscular woman effortlessly hookibg up the leg for the pin. She could feel the slaps on the canvas, her body slouching under her opponent. After she was pinned to the full three count, she lay there for another 3 minutes, slowly getting to get feet. Despite the obvious damage she had been put through, her stubbornness wasn't going to let her go out like that!!!

"No....not....done...yet.." She groaned, struggling to stand. Sweat covered her face and her legs buckled, but she wasn't gonna let this gorgeous mountain of muscle go that easily!

The former actress cocked her head to the side around the two minute mark. She knew that she’d just handed Tracer a rather brutal thrashing, but she seemed like the kind of girl who could bounce back from it easily enough. If she were finished already, things might have had to end prematurely.

Thankfully, she was back in it the next moment. A bit of relief overtook Artemis as she heard her smaller opponent talk with a bit of cockiness, standing strong in front of her once more. Good. She still had a bit more time to shine.

“Whoa, whoa. You’re practically shaking there, Ms. Avalanche. Why don’t we take five and-”

The only conclusion that Lena would be getting was a strong lariat right to her face. Artemis would charge forward out of the blue, looking to take her opponent back down to the canvas by any means necessary. This girl may look out of it, but she was just too much fun to let go so soon. Besides, she still had a couple more pins to pick up.

'Good....keep talking...give me a bit more time.' Lena thought, before seeing Artmeis break off her sentence and go charging for a lariat! Cheeky woman wasn't she?
Tracer ducked low, putting all her power into a run. She bounced off the ropes, using them to shoot her straight back at the mountain of muscle in a stiff spear to the gut, hoping to at least bring the big woman down for even a moment!