Tracer vs Julia! Impromtu match

After quickly backing away from the enraged girl Julia saw her quickly take to the ropes to try and get up before anything worse came of it. Julia didn't think much of her chances given her injuries she knew that she had Tracer beaten. It was really just a matter of time as she moved in to continue her attack.

However she seriously underestimated Tracer's speed as the girl brought herself up and shot a superkick that caught her square on her chin. "Anngh!" the kick made loud smack as it connected and floored Julia, sending her to her back while her hands were covering her face.

After that little stunt with the submission move, Julia had just managed to piss of Lena good! The Brit wanted to make sure this redhead learned not to step in the ring with her unless she cold take the punishment.

Marching over to Julia, she dragged her opponent up to her shaky feet, going for an Irish Whip into the ring ropes. However, in a change of plans, the Brit kept a hold on Julia's arm, wrenching her back toward her and straight into a strong lariat!

Not moving around all that much she felt Tracer grabbing her and pulling her up to her feet even when her hands were still around her face. Not sure what was coming next she braced herself for impact when she felt that the girl was getting ready to whip her off into the corner, only to keep hold of her arm and sucker her into a clothesline/

"Ffuuch!" Her head snapped back and she fell straight to the ground. Her head rocking off the mat as she rolls around. Still she's endured worse and just needs to keep her head on straight, there's no way she could lose to an injured opponent

Just at the moment Tracer was able to hit her opponent with a clothesline and take her off her feet something was happening in the crowed. A woman was forcing her way through the people into the front row right before jumping over the barricade.

The person making his entrance there was the same who was making her first appearance at the last ppv. With a smile on her face Widow was looking into the ring, seeing that Tracer was standing with her back to her and the ref wasn´t watching so closely right now. It was her chance.

Tracer tried to speed up and slide in under the bottom rope of the ring, before jumping back to her feet. She would walk up to Tracer directly before grabbing the English woman at her shoulder. With one move she tried to turn her around and stare her right into her eyes. “Missed me sweetheart?”

In the next moment Widow would try to grab the hair of Tracer to bridge her backwards as good as possible, before forcing a kiss on the lips of Tracer. Widow would keep both woman in this position for a moment, before stepping away from Tracer and shoving her away roughly. The mysterious woman wasn´t done there she would go right after Tracer, stepping closer to her,spinning around. Widow tried to land a spinning heel kick right against the head of Tracer to send her down to the floor.

If everything went perfect, Widow would spin one more time, before letting herself fall to the floor and rolling out of the ring. She would stand outside the ring watching the happening inside with a smile. Julia shouldn´t have any problem taking Tracer out now.

She wasn't about to let herself be taken out like this but didn't have to worry about it too much as she slowly got up and didn't get attacked. At first she thought that Tracer was setting up and attack and looked around cautiously but then noticed that she was instead getting laid out by the widow girls spinning heel kick. Taking a second to process what was happening and how the ref didn't just outright dq her for that she just slowly backed up.

Getting in the corner she would simply wait out her getting back up to her feet where she would be waiting for her. Once she did she would run towards her and jump up to catch her with the deadeye dropkick to take her off her feet once more.

Tracer was just about to finish off the cocky redhead when she felt a hand grab her roughly by the shoulder, spinning her around to face Widowmaker! The same woman who ambushed her at Avalanche was back, and her intentions became clearer in a moment. A hand grabbed a fistful of the brunette's hair, yanking her backward before the french fatale planted a deep kiss on her soft lips. Just like last time, it caught her completely off guard.

The lip lock went on for a good few moments before Widow released her, and slammed her heel against Lena's skull, dropping her before the woman slipped out of the ring. The british fighter collapsed in a heap, prompting Julia to gather herself. By the time the ref saw tracer, Widow had already vanished back into the crowd.

Tracer groaned, the entire arena spinning around her while her legs shook in the attempt to get to her feet. No sooner had she turned then she caught the deadly Deadeye Dropkick, with both of Julia's boot's catching her in the face! The impact snapped her head back, her body falling with a crash onto the canvas, her head lolling to one side with fluttering eyes, all but knocked out at this point.

Julia nailed Tracer with the kick and sent her packing to the other side of the ring as she laid there pretty much beaten. Julia stood up and couldn't help but laugh at the helpless sight. Moving over she grabbed her head and pulled it up. "Poor Tracer, out so soon even though you wanted a fight? I think I did you a favor by accepting so Widow didn't stomp your butt again. Oh well its time to say good night." She said as she leaned in and gave her a peck on the side of her lips before pulling her up to her butt.

From there she tried to move and shift the girl so that she could lift and place her up in the air in a fireman's carry positing while she stood up to her feet. Keeping her in place for a few seconds to show off she pushed her up and came to the floor to let Tracer fall on her knees for her finisher Deadeye Buster!

"Nngnn...ahhh..." Lena groaned, feeling the boasting redhead grab her hair and pull her up. A soft kiss on her parted lips made the Brit's cheeks light up in a blush. That one humiliating gesture was the signal of her continuous downfall. First after her win at Avalanche, and twice here!

Julia scooped up Lena with a grunt, holding her in a fireman's carry, parading her around to show off the broken body of her opponent. After a few seconds, Tracer was thrown up, only to come crashing down over her knees. The blow crushed all the air from Lena's lungs, leaving the brunette gasping and retching for breath, but found she couldn't draw any in. Saliva dripped from her gaping mouth onto the floor, before her entire body went limp, sliding off and rolling onto her back, out cold and ready for the pin.

The impact did it, if Tracer had any fight left in her it was dead and gone now. Standing up and looking down at her opponent she watched her slowly go limp from the fight in her she walked over to her and kicked at her chest to make sure she was flat on her back and to give the audience a good view of her figure.

"And after all the trash you were talking and we aren't even what 5 minutes into this thing? Some fighter you were, maybe you'll learn to pick your battles next time, preferably not with your betters and not while your hurt." She said placing her foot down on her chest as the ref went for a pin.

"ONE!"

Tracer slept on before the victorious Julia, mouth slightly agape, with her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Deep in the hazy fog of her mind, she thought about how her reckless behavior brought about her very defeat. There was no reason that on any other occasion, Tracer could have pinned Julia easily.

A kick turned the brunette's body over, her arms flopping lifelessly above her head. Julia firly placed her foot atop Lena's chest, the force of which caused her limbs to jerk slightly.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!!!" the ref called, slapping the mat with her hand before calling for the bell, signalling that Julia was the victor.