What? Never Wrestled an Actress Before?

And there came the third count. Artemis checked her watch nonchalantly, checking on her progress so far. Three minutes, twenty-four seconds. Not bad for just two pins. The former actress pushed up after the pin, but only looked at Tracer before getting back to her feet. She gave a slight to the woman before patting her cheek, getting some of the gears working again.

“Hey. Got one more in you? I’m looking for a hattrick, but I kinda need you awake to do it.”

With that, Artemis would stand up and give Tracer some room to get back on her feet. One good roll of her shoulder was all she needed to feel back in the swing of things. Lena, however, looked like she was gonna need a hell of a lot more if she wanted to keep this “fight” going any longer.

Tracer was out of it, plain and simple. Adrenaline and stubbornness kept her going at this point. Legs shaking, the brit got to her feet, eyes blazing with pure defiance as she stared down her opponent, swaying on her unsteady gait.

Yeah, the foggy eyes were a good sign. Artemis could hardly be sure if her opponent was awake from the waying she was swaying about like a ship on the ocean. Didn’t look like she had much more steam left in her, but that was fine. It seemed like everyone was getting the message. The former actress hadn’t even had her debut yet, and already she was squashing a veteran. All that was left was to end things with a bang.

Good for her, she was going to make this quick on her.

“Get ready, love! You’re going down hard!”

With a shout, she’d charge right at Lena, looking to take her down to the canvas with a spear right to the gut.

Tracer shook her head, attempting to rid herself of the cobwebs in her vision. This was just another case of her underestimating her opponent. Her one consistent flaw that always lead to her eating the pin.

The next thing Lena knew, the muscular woman's shoulder impaled her right in the stomach, sending spit flying from her gaping mouth. The blow was immensely effective, easily knocking the fight right out of her, lying prone beneath Artemis.

That move got a flinch out of a couple people. Even in her mad dash, the former actress could catch the subtle gesture in a few people off to the side. It made her grin, knowing she could still turn heads with simple moves like this one. And floor people. Flooring people was something she was especially proud of. Speaking of which.

Artemis spared a look down at the half-dead Brit as she got to her knees. Quite the sight, seeing this woman sprawled out on the canvas like a steamroller had just gone over her. She looked tapped, but Artemis wasn’t so sure. Had to give her props, though. She was a good sport about all this.

“Whew. Good show, half-pint. I think I’ve stoked a bit of fire around here.” Taking a curious glance around at the onlookers, her eyes darted back down to Tracer. With a slight leer, she’d lean down a scoop the woman up in her arms. “But what’s a show without its finale, right?”

Placing the limp woman over her shoulders, Artemis would walk over to the turnbuckle. Raising one foot over the other, she’d do her best to keep herself balanced as she ascended. Once she was at the final rung, she’d hold Lena there for a few moments longer, letting the blood settle in her body and the oxygen vacate her brain as a number of gym goers looked on with bated breath.

Lena herself was busy trying to figure out which was was up at this point. The air was slowly making its way back into her lungs. She was scooped up as easily as a rag doll, carried up on her opponent's shoulder. Her arms dangled helplessly in the air, drooling slightly from her open mouth. Her hazel eyes fluttered, hoping beyond hope that this humiliating squash would end.

And here we go. Artemis stepped onto the final ropes, spreading herself evenly between the turnbuckle. Slowly, she’d lower Lena from off her shoulders, letting her head dangle between Artemis’s legs as the former actress wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist.

“By the by, tuck in your chin if you can.”

With that, she would leap up and away from the turnbuckle, looking to slam Tracer into the canvas with an avalanche piledriver! The instant the two hit the ground, Artemis would be quick to catch her legs, tucking them under her shoulders for a double cradle pin, beginning the countdown in her head, nodding along with each number that passed.

One...two….

Lena dangled helplessly in her opponent's grasp, unable to shake herself free when the woman shifted her grip, now holding the Brit upside down. There wasn't much she could do than weakly tuck her head in, hoping she managed to hold on long enough to kick out of what was coming!

The next thing she knew, Artemis jumped into the air and spiked her into the canvas with a avalanche piledriver, turning the normally competent Brit into a first rate jobber! Her body fell to the ring mat, but Artemis caught her legs to curl her body into a pin!

One.....two.....three.....

“Hat. Trick.”

The moment after she mentally counted the third fall, Artemis raised her arms and let her opponent’s legs fall to the floor with a lifeless thump. The former actress let out a relieved sigh before finally standing up with her hands on her hips, whipping her hair around behind her with one smooth jerk of her head. A clear white smile graced her lips as she looked out into the thinning crowd of onlookers.

"Thank you, ladies. Thank you." She gave a couple bows. "I’ll be here all week. Veteran-Slayer Artemis, at your service.”

Eh, not her best line. Better rework that.

There were one or two whistles that came her way. A few let out some claps of
appreciation before heading back to their routines. The surprise seemed to have died down as the “match” went on. Guess that was fine. Her name was bound to get around a bit now. That was all she was looking for.

She looked away from the audience to the woman beneath her, turning her smile down to Tracer’s limp body. She bent over, leaning down slightly to bring herself within arm’s reach of her adversary.

“I’ll send a nurse your way just to make sure we’re all good here. Can’t thank you enough.” She gave the Lena’s cheek a couple pats. “Ever want to settle the score, luv, I’m around. Call my agent.”

Stepping back from the tired woman, Artemis would spin on her back foot before slipping from the ring. Despite appearances, Tracer had worked her out pretty good. Could use a shower, but first things first. Artemis had the brightest smile as she left the gym and headed to the medical center for that nurse she promised. Her career was getting off on the right foot it seemed.

Oh. Shit. Where was the med center, again?