What? Never Wrestled an Actress Before?

Artemis had managed to gain the advantage early on. Her superior abs absorbed most of the damage and Tracer fell right into her hold. With the Boston Crab firmly established, she did her best to keep the woman pinned down beneath her. Even still, her opponent wriggled and squirmed underneath her. Despite her heavier frame, it was hard to keep the speedsters squarely pinned. Slowly but steadily, she was making her way to the ropes. But Artemis had no intention of letting her get too far.

“Where’re you going?”

Quickly, she let go of Lena’s legs and fell back first onto the woman, forcing her superior weight down on the smaller woman. Assuming she hadn’t managed to weasel out of that one, Artemis would flip over as soon as the impact landed, catching the woman in a chokehold with her entire body sprawled out over Tracer’s smaller frame.

This woman was feisty. She had to do her best to keep her pinned down as long as possible.

The pain only seemed to double on Lena's journey to the ropes! It wasn't helped when the giant of a woman dropped onto her. The weight crushed the Brit, slamming her into the mat, where her arms flopped beside her. Groaning, Tracer rolled to the ropes, hoping to give herself some space and time to breathe.

She wasn't out of it completely though, as she tried to get to her feet. Should Artemis come closer, she's eat a swift superkick to the face for her troubles!

Slippery little slickster, this woman.

Artemis managed to flatten her good enough after releasing the hold, but she still got away to the ropes. No big deal. She’d worked her over well enough and now Tracer was on the defensive. Now it was time to keep the momentum going. Quickly, she got up to her feet and moved over to the cowering speedster, looking to wrap a strong arm around her neck and put her down swiftly.

Until Lena met her first, with a firm superkick to the face. Damn, this woman was quick. It came in a flash, out of nowhere. Gripping her nose, Artemis stumbled backwards, trying to get control of her senses back before having another go at the sly Brit. She didn’t want to lose this momentum, but the smaller woman was clearly proving herself to be anything but a simple pushover.

The kick managed to ward the giantess off for now, buying Lena much needed time to recuperate after the crab and slam. Clutching the ropes, she dragged herself up, a little sore but no worse off than she was in previous matches.

With Artemis staggering back, Lena pulled herself up onto the top rope, using it as a springboard to launch her into the air, sailing into her opponent with a hard forearm to her jaw!

She was still feeling a little dizzy from that superkick, but it was nowhere near strong enough to put her down. Lena was a spry woman, with plenty of experience. She could feel in in that kick. It didn’t seem like one done out of surprise.

Then she came leaping off the ropes with that forearm strike. And man, that hurt almost as bad as the kick. The speedster came in like a flash of lightning, and struck with a roaring thunder. It caused Artemis to stagger back a few steps against the impact, but she’d taken stronger hooks to the jaw than that from much larger opponents. Even so, in terms of damage, it was pretty good. Especially coming from such a small body.

That didn’t mean she was getting away with that. No chance. The instant Tracer connected with her forearm strike, Artemis would only give her a second to react before firmly wrapping her arms around her, trapping the smaller woman in a bearhug!

Another strike landed home! Even Lena was shocked when her forearm clocked Artemis right in the jaw! The blow sent the woman staggering back, but not before her strong arms.

The iron grip latched around her waist and torso, bringing her slim, toned body crashing against the mountain of muscle. Tracer screamed as the pressure on her back and lungs mounted, robbing her of the vital air she needed. Her arms were free though to hammer away at Artemis with forearm strikes, and the occasional headbutt, as most British wrestlers were known to do.

Perfect. Lena came soaring right into her grasp. The moment that hit landed, Artemis snapped her pythons around the woman’s frail body. Although, she failed to firmly catch her upper body, letting herself be peppered with firm strikes. They weren’t too bad, though.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW. OW.”

Okay, nevermind, the strikes were getting really annoying. This girl was much stronger than she looked. That toned body of hers wasn’t just for show. Problem was, she was hitting fast, but not strong. There was no wind-up. So the hold was staying just the way it was. It gave the muscular blonde enough to time to think of a way to fix this situation. And her mind settled on an answer very quickly.

Jumping forward, Artemis would slam Tracer into the canvas with a splash. The move in itself was nothing dangerous, but with her larger frame and superior weight, it would create waves to across the mat.

The strikes were not having an immediate effect, but it was chipping away at the woman's defenses. SO at least Lena had some hope right? Nope. Artmeis was quick to counter, lumbering forward with her to splash the woman right on the canvas. The impact stunned Tracer for a moment, leaving her in a daze on the mat, squashed between Artemis and the canvas.

"Unnghh....."she groaned, head lolling to one side underneath her opponent. At the moment the world was spinning so she had no idea which was was up!

The canvas rippled against the impact. The two-ton blonde practically splashed the Avalanche fighter against the ring floor. A couple of onlookers winced as their bodies fully collided with one another. Artemis couldn’t have been happier with the result. A wide smile adorned the face of the sun-kissed blonde when she saw Lena’s eyes roll back. Her mind was clearly out of it. Alright, looks like Tracer was down for the count.

Unwrapping her arms from underneath the smaller woman, Artemis pushed firmly down on her. With her free hand, she slapped against the mat for the count out. She wanted her first pin fall to go without question. Her body turned to stone as she aimed to keep the speedster tightly planted under her muscular frame.

ONE!

TWO!

Tracer felt oddly distant in the moments after the slam. SHe could dimly feel the massive hand pressing on her chest to pin her, while Artemis slapped the mat. SHe wasn't out yet though! WIth a surge of will, her shoulder shot up to break the count at two with a yell of pure intensity!

"NAGH!!!" she cried, breathing heavily as she rolled away.