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

Tracer rolled away, clutching at her leg and ankle. This was bad....her mobility was being cut in half. Already she doubted she could muster up any of her special moves, save for Blink, without causing her intense pain.

Widow studied her, looking for her weaknesses and targeting her with pinpoint precision. Rolling toward the ropes, the Brit latched on, pulling herself up on her good leg while gasping for breath.

Widow was slowly getting back up to her feet before she turned around to see her opponent starting to crawl towards the ropes. The French woman would smirk about this attempt of an escape! Then the purple skinned woman would start to walk after the British woman to catch up with her before bowing down grabbing her hurt leg. With one move Widow would try to pull the smaller girl back into the center of the ring to keep her away from the ropes. If successful Widow would lift up the hurt leg once more, while smiling down to Tracer.

“Now for the real fun!”, she would say before stepping through the legs of her opponent and crossing them in front of her own. In the next moment Widow would let herself fall to her back and would try to lock in the figure four leg lock onto the hurt leg of her opponent. The French would waste no time putting as much pressure onto the leg as possible.  

"No no no- AAGHHHH!" she screamed, feeling the figure four lock in on her leg. She'd be surprised at this point if her leg even managed to hold her up during the match. Widow had he scoped out and seemed to successfully cripple her for their fight. As much as she hated how the woman would stoop so low to sneak attack her, she had an eye in the ring for scoping out a weakness and exploiting it.

Widow was enjoying the screams of the other girl and she would keep this hold up for some time, staring into the face of Tracer the whole time. But after some time widow herself tought that she had done enough and would open the submission hold before slowly standing back up. She would start walking over to Tracers head and bow down to grab her hair pulling her head up from the mat a bit. Widow would hold it there for a moment while smiling down to her, taking her time. After that Widow would lay herself down onto the mat and warp her strong legs around the neck of Tracer for a head scissor starting to chock the little girl as good as possible. The fans would boo her loudly for that but Widow would just keep going.

THe moment the hold was released, Lena did everything she could to crawl away. She had to buy time for recovery, otherwise she may as well be wrestling with no legs at all.

Her momentary respite was only that, as Widow grabbed her hair and worked her into a neck scissors, promptly cutting off her lungs from the air she so desperately needed. Her arms flailed, reaching for that purple face, but after a few moments, they lost all strength, falling with a thud to the mat. Her body twitched, drooling slightly while her hazel eyes fluttered shut.

Widow would smile when she saw how Lena was fighting and struggling. This was remembering her on a fly that was caught in a net. She would fight and fight and fight… but it wasn´t helping anything, she wouldn´t come out of this so simply. Widow would keep this head scissor on as long as she needed, but already after a short time she saw how Tracer was slowly starting to give in and move less and less… before laying down. But even then Widow wouldn´t let go, instead she waited for the referee to go and check on her. The referee would walk over to her and grab her wrist lifting it up from the mat and letting it fall down to see if Tracer was still there.

The moment Lena's hand hit the canvas, the ref called for the bell, while motioning for Widow to release the hold. As the ref tried to free Lena's limp body from the submission hold, the announcer picked up the mic.

"Widowmaker has scored a fall!" she announced, to a minor cheer from the spider's fans. The officials tried to rouse the Brit, whose eyes fluttered open about a minute or so later, still groggy from being knocked out.

Widow was forced to let go of Lena and was slowly rolling backwards away from her. The French woman was getting on her hands and knees, while pressing her upper body low over the mat. She started to crawl over the mat, keeping her eyes locked onto her prey the whole time. She would smirk a bit when the referee was helping the British woman back to her feet. Seems like the Spider did a real number on her opponent. But the purple woman didn´t plan to stop right there. Instead as soon as it seemed like Lena was standing on her own, Widow would jump right back to her feet starting to speed up towards her opponent, before launching herself into the air hopping to hit Lena with a drop kick, sending her backwards into the next corner.

Lena's world was a muddled haze, even after somewhat coming to her senses. The crowd seemed oddly muted to her ears, and her tired limbs swayed in a sluggish manner as she turned to see Widomaker's fast approaching feet. The dropkick slammed into her chest, launching her into the corner where she slumped onto the floor, groaning.

However, it seemed the kick managed to jog her brain into high gear. If Widow got close, the Brit would make a grab at her arm, wrapping the french woman up in an armbar to weaken her.

Widow was taking her time walking over to her prey slowly. the woman got a big smile on her lips e because she knew that she got her opponent were she wanted her. But right when she was leaning forward trying to grab her opponent and pull her back up into a standing position she was pulled downwards. The French would scream out in shock while her opponent was pitting her into an armbar with no problems. Widow would scream and try out while her arm was bend in a unnatural way.