SS 17 Lena "Tracer" Oxton vs. Amélie Lacroix "Widowmaker" (Ironwoman match)

Preceded by: SS 17 Hentai Title - Minerva Larsen (c) vs. Ari Nagawa
Followed by: SS 17 Entropy Title - Valley Doll (c) vs. Alicia Welles (Total Victory Match)




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Match Type: Ironwoman Match
Winning Condition: The wrestler who scores the most pinfalls and submissions within a 30 minute time limit will be declared the winner

Labyrinth started to play and smoke would rise from under the ramp into the air. The lights in the arena were turning darker and darker until they reached a dark purple color. It would became pretty quite in the ring while all waited for the entrance of the widowmaker. But she wasn´t stepping out into the open. The Stage would stay empty for some time. Then halfway through the song someone would enter the stage finally… but it wasn’t the French woman that was supposed to come out first. Instead it was Tracer that get throw out of the backstage area onto the top of the ramp. After she was out there, Widow would slowly follow her out. The French woman was wearing her ring outfit and got a mean smile on her face.

She didn´t wanted to wait until the match was really on the way to go after Tracer. Instead the predator went directly after her pray and picked on her already in the locker room. The French woman had sneaked up onto her opponent and attacked her beating her through the whole locker room before pulling her to the entrance area. Now widow was slowly walking up to Tracer and smiled at her, before putting her feet on her side and trying to shove her down the ramp, hopping that she would roll down a bit.

Following their recurring theme ever since the two met at Avalanche, Tracer found herself on the receiving end of a beat-down at the hands of Widowmaker. All the brunette could remember was that her head was slammed into her locker before the whole ordeal became a fuzzy haze to her.

She stumbled out onto the ramp, falling on her hands and knees before her opponent kicked her in the side, sending Lena on a uncontrollable roll down the ramp before coming to a stop only feet away from the ring. The British Bombshell lay on her back, eyes clouded and chest rising and falling, as if unsure where she was at the current moment. Meanwhile, the ref began to berate Widow, telling her to get Tracer into the ring and went to get the countdown timer started.

Widow would only turn her head to the ref and listen one moment to him. So if the French wanted to beat her opponent she only had to put her into the ring and the match would start, if that was all to get the match on the way Widow could arrange that. The French woman would reach out and grab the wrist of the British woman pulling her back to her feet, before tearing her over to the ring. There Widow would force her opponent to roll in under the bottom rope, before following her opponent and slid into the ring.

Widow was jumping right back to her feet, this time she was trying to grab Tracer´s hair and pull her back up to her feet and pull her over to the corner where she would start the match off. The French woman would take everything she had and would try to throw Tracer shoulder first into the steal post. After that the French would walk to her own corner ready to start the match off…
 

Tracer was a mess to put it simply. Her legs buckled, her arms swayed, and her eyes appeared dazed and unfocused. Her body was still trying to recover from the strike to her head at the start of the ambush, and for the time being posed no more threat to Widow than a kitten would. The British Bullet was rolled under the ropes and into the ring, while her opponent took her sweet time following her. All the while the crowd showered the heel with boos and jeers, while some tried to rouse Lena from her stupor.

Once the pair were in the ring, the ref called for the bell, and a timer appeared on the titantron to show the 30 minute stipulation. No sooner than the bell chimed, than Widowmaker threw Tracer mercilessly into the steel post, sending white hot pain through her arm. A cry was torn from her lips, and the brunette stumbled back to the center of the ring, cradling her arm in an attempt to dull the pain.

Widow just made her way tough the whole ring when her opponent was coming out of the corner again. Wow what a tough bitch! Let´s see how much she could take before being broken and begging her to stop. The French didn´t know how long it would take to break her… all she knew was that I wouldn´t take too long for her. Widow waited one moment and watched her opponent stumble out of the corner, being already in pain although the match didn´t went for a half minuet. Widow would start running towards her opponent. The French would pick up as much speed as possible on the short road and launch herself into air just a few steps before her opponent.

The purple skinned woman would try to bring her legs in front of her before sending a drop kick against her opponent, smashing her bare foot against the chest of the British woman with all she got. She would try to combine the power of her legs and her speed. The goal of the Purple woman was to send Tracer right back into her corner, to deal out the maximal amount of Damage to her. Widow would fall to the floor as well but she was directly flip right back up to her feet and throw her hair back to get it out of her face.
 

Tracer heard the running steps of Widow before she turned around, and by that time it was too late. As if pulling the trigger of a shotgun, Widow's dropkick shot the brunette directly in the chest, sending her flying back into the turnbuckle pads.

Her spine exploded in agony, making Tracer scream as her body slumped in the corner, arms hanging over the top rope to keep her on her rubbery legs. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she looked through her blurry vision to find her opponent.

Widow was looking down to her opponent. Tracer was sitting in the corner, looking like she was out cold. Some saliva was running down from her mouth. That way Widow liked Tracer the most! But unluckily Widow needed to break up this perfect picture, she would reach out and grab the hair of Tracer and tried to smash her head down to the mat with all she had.
Then the French woman would let herself drop down to the floor and roll to the outside. There she would go for the next dirty move. Widow would try to reach out and grab the legs of her opponent and pull one leg out of the ring, right next to the ring post. Now the French would grab the ankle of her opponent with both of her hands before trying to small the leg of her opponent right against the ring post with all she got. That should leave a lasting impression for that match!

Lena felt those smooth hands grab either side of her head, guiding the dazed woman up before slamming her skull into the canvas, making her limbs jerk in response. Not keen to end it there, he opponent rolled outside, grabbed her leg and slammed it into the ring post!

"AAAAHHHHHH!" Tracer screamed, rolling away with what energy she had. The impact alone would leave quite the bruise, and slow her down for the rest of the match. What was she going to do????

Widow was listening to the lovely screams of pain coming out Tracer. The French woman would lick over her lips for a moment, before grabbing a hold on the middle rope and pulling herself right back onto the apron. There she would bow forward to reenter the ring under the top rope. The French would follow her opponent for a few steps, before leaning forward reaching out to grab the leg of her opponent and pull it straight upwards. It was the same leg Widow just slammed against the ring post. With a evil smile Widow was looking into the face of Tracer before suddenly starting a rain of stumps right onto the leg of Tracer while holding it up at her ankle. After some stomps the ref suddenly got right into the way of Tracer stopping her and telling her that she should cut it out… So Widow would let the leg of her opponent fall right back down to the floor.

Widow would do as she would back away from Tracer…. Instead she suddenly jumped up into the air trying to come down onto the leg of her opponent with a elbow drop.