What? Never Wrestled an Actress Before?

Wow, this place was packed.

Artemis Armstrong:

Artemis Armstrong had never seen so many hardworking bodies in one place. The place smelled of overwhelming passion and intense effort. The oh so familiar sound of clacking weights and shouting spotters. The sweltering heat that overtook the gym despite being so great in size. There was no doubt about it. This was a professional gym. The blonde powerhouse felt perfectly at home right now.

She was trotting around in her casual attire. She was still quite a ways from her debut, so no point in showing off the ring gear just yet. Even so, her clothes were perfectly functional for the task she had in mind: making some serious noise. She’d hoped to see one of the champions in here, but no dice. Well, their loss. There was more than one way to make some waves. Beating someone around here would probably get her the notoriety she needed. But it couldn't just be anyone. They had to be strong. Even more importantly, they had to be recognized.

Stepping into the ring, Artemis leaned over the ropes and scouted out the room. There were some pretty strong looking people around, but nothing too serious. Then again, looks could be deceiving. Time to see who was up to scratch.

“Yo!” She said, stomping her foot into the canvas. “I’m Artemis Michelle Armstrong! You might have heard about me! The Knight’s Apprentice? Guts no Glory?” She got a few nods of acknowledgment, seems most of the girls didn’t really care though. Not even an autograph. Huh. “Well, anyway. Anyone feel like sparring with a superstar? But only the big fish, please! Maybe an Avalanche girl! The rest of you can clear out. Thanks!”

Pretty much every person went back to their tasks at that point. Dang. She may have shot too high. She had a few takers, but they didn’t really impress. Her eyes darted to the left, then to the right. The embarrassment was starting to creep in. Someone had to catch her eye eventually.

New Gym Attire:

Tracer was a little bundle of energy today. While it was true she was hitting a bit of a rough patch outside the ring thanks to Widowmaker and Julia, not to mention her rocky friendship with Melody, she still tried to look on the positive aspects. She was clad in a newer, more form fitting training set. This was a trial run to see if the material would up enough under the right conditions. Might end up getting a new ring attire if it worked out...plus she was a sucker for blue sometimes.

Hearing the loud and boisterous voice, the Brit turned and witnessed the mountain of a woman proclaiming her identity and stating her search. When the word Avalanche came up, it certainly caught her ears. Was she looking for Lena? Odd not calling her by name. While most of the others cleared out or ignored her. Lena swept her shapely leg over the middle rope, climbing into the ring, "Oi luv. You looking for me?"

Artemis let out a desperate sigh. The participants were all but gone, and it seemed as though people were doing the best to forget she'd even existed. Probably for the best too. Then the embarrassment might die down with the attention. Maybe there were other ways to get the news rolling. She could pull of some feats of strength, though that was probably a common sight around here. Her mind was running out of options.

She was just about to give up when she heard a woman’s voice behind her. Sounded English. Almost cartoonishly so. When she turned around, the woman was already in the ring and standing beside the ropes. Huh, she seemed pretty eager. She looked awfully familiar too...

“Oh! You're...Tracer! Lena Oxton. You were at Avalanche, I remember. That was a really fun match to watch, and I wasn’t even much of a wrestling fan.”

A confident grin overtook her face as she bounced off the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring, looking the woman over. She was a lot more toned than she looked on prime time. But more importantly, she was popular around here. Just what she needed.

“So? You’re ready to take on the Armstrong challenge? Only the strongest woman will leave this ring standing! Guaranteed!” She shouted, trying to get as big a crowd as she could rally.

Now that Lena was face to face with Artemis, she could fully process difference between the two. This giantess was a full foot or so taller than her, and easily outweighed her. But all that power had to come at a price. She highly doubted the woman could outrun her.

"Thanks luv. Though my body wasn't thinking that after the match. As for this challenge of yours.... seems a bit odd to seek me out. Though pinning you to the mat is an offer too good to refuse."

Artemis leaned back before crossing her arms. She flashed a wide grin as she looked the woman up and down. Mostly down. It was good that she had the attitude to match her experience. If she was going head to head with this woman, she’d better keep that eagerness up through the entire bout. Then there’d be no doubt the muscular blonde had come out on top. Lena had no idea what she was getting into.

“Pin me to the mat? Well, you’re an ambitious woman, Tracer. I like it. But words are just words!” With a stomp to floor, she pointed sternly towards the floor beneath her, making her bold statement. All eyes were on theme. Excellent. “You and me! Thirty minutes! The woman with the most pins is the victor!”

Nonchalantly, she threw her hat to the turnbuckle. Her eyes darted to the side after she tossed it. A pleading expression on her face.

Please land. Please land. Please land. Please land.

The hat caught on the turnbuckle, spinning a bit before settling with a tilt. Awesome. She breathed a sigh of relief. Inwardly, of course, before placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head up slightly, looking down at the smaller woman.

“Unless you’re chicken, luv.”

The newcomer seemed very sure of herself. Did she know something that Lena didn't? Was she that confident in her strength that she could pummel the Brit into the ground? TO be honest, Lena wasn't sure. Not that her doubts curbed her competitive spirit at all. Inwardly giggling at the dramatic flair she had when she tossed her hat, Tracer backed up a bit, waiting for the woman to get in position while some of the gym goers looked on.

"Hell no! I'm not the one who should be scared." Lena laughed, cracking her neck and bouncing slightly on her heels, legs tense and ready to burst forward on the signal to begin. When the taller woman made the signal to get the match under way, the Brit exploded from the corner, darting across the ring and under the reach of Artemis, looking to aim a surgical kick right to the back of her knee.

No fear whatsoever. She couldn’t find a trace of it in Lena’s eyes as she bounced back and forth across from her. It looks like she was getting everything she was asking for. Artemis limbered up as well. Stretching her arms and shoulders, twisting her hips left and right as she took in the veteran’s words. With a smirk, the muscular blonde lowered herself into a crouching position, ready for a strike.

“Is that right? Then let’s get started! Show me how scary you are, shorti-”

All of a sudden, Tracer was out of her corner, slipping ducking underneath her arm’s reach and planting a firm kick behind Artemis’ knee. Stumbling forward a bit, she fell down to one leg. She caught herself in an instant, but there was still a bit of surprise left over.

“Whoa. That was fast!” She said to no in particular.

It was a good kick, but it couldn’t keep Artemis down. She quickly moved to make her way back up to both feet to face the speedster. Tracer was clearly trying to put her off balance, so she couldn’t stay that way for long. She had to get sight of her opponent again before something bad came her way.

Tracer kept up her game, darting in and out and aiming her precise kicks at Artemis' knees and shins to trip her up. in a straight brawl was impossible, so she had to play smarter than that. Be fast and hit fast, and pray she didn't catch you.

Bouncing off the ropes, she leaped up to slam her feet into Artemis with a dropkick to the upper chest.

Okay, this lady really wasn’t joking around. Those kicks came flying in at her at lightning speed. Tracer was in and out of her sight in a blink, and kept putting the pressure on. She talked a big game and, from what little she was showing off, could back it up well enough. There wasn’t much to do in this situation except guard as best as possible. All Artemis could hope for was bide her time with her arms up and wait for an opening. Thankfully, one came running straight at her before long.

Her lightning quick opponent got the smart idea to try for a strong, head first attack. Brave, but not the smartest idea for the toughest competitor in the ring right now. In a flash, Artemis spread her arms wide, taking the brunt of Tracer’s attack to her chest before grabbing a strong hold of her legs. She expelled a heavy breath against the impact, but she shook it off quickly enough.

“Nice try, but you ain’t quick enough for me!”

Quickly, Artemis would whip around kneel onto Lena, putting the courageous Brit in a painful Boston Crab! The move in itself was nothing too bad, but her added weight and incredible strength would put an ungodly amount of pressure onto the woman’s back as her taller frame sat firmly on her.

AT first, Tracer though Artemis was just trying to be the tough girl by taking the dropkick. More to impress people than show her skill. And yet, she SHOOK OFF the hit? Who was this woman?

Tracer didn't have a moment to react when a strong arm wrapped around her legs, slamming her into the mat before twisting her legs into a boston crab! Lena gritted her teeth, instantly making a beeline for the ropes. Each inch she crawled was closer to her release from the building agony mounting in her lower back!