Trinity Cordova vs. Artemis Michelle Armstrong - Bad Actors

Artemis was clearly still a lackey when it came to wrestling expertise. Submission holds weren’t her forte and even plenty of throwing techniques took a while for her to wrap her head around. The more straightforward stuff was what she preferred and her larger frame seemed to agree with. She’d accepted that it would take a while before she became a proper professional wrestler, working through the more complex moves bit by bit as she rose through the ranks.

That being said, the simple stuff could always be just as effective. Trinity’s cry as she smashed against the turnbuckles was more than enough to prove that point. The muscular blonde grinned as her broad shoulder dug into the woman’s stomach and the turnbuckles stabbed her back. She’d been in the same place as her in the past. Getting into this spot sucked, but it was the follow up that usually made things even worse. And Artemis had planned to do just that, moving away and going to stand upright before going to make the best of the position she’d stuck Trinity in.

But she had another thing coming if she thought that would be enough to keep this bruiser in her place. “Ah!” She cried out as an elbow caught her in the back of the neck. Her head shook violently against the impact and the rest of her body followed suit, sending a horrible shock down her spinal cord. She went still for a second before the former actress’ massive body slumped down to all fours. Artemis brought one hand to the back of her neck, nursing the spot that got tagged in an attempt to dull the harsh pain paralyzing her however she could.

Trinity couldn’t let Artemis gain some sort of a advantage. Every second of this match was important. And she would be damned if she was going to let Artemis get one up on her. Letting out a small triumphant huff when she managed to nail Artemis in the back of the neck. Trinity knew something was going to follow up that smash into the turnbuckle, but her successful attack had stopped that from happening.

“You may be bigger and taller than me, but that doesn’t mean you can just smash me around” Trinity grunted out, looking down at the larger woman who she had now managed to get on all fours. “I am going to screw you up!” She spoke, firing her left knee upwards and aiming for an easy strike to her face while she was infront of her.

“You have no idea how much I am going to enjoy making you scream for the next hour” Trinity would then attempt a stomp, bring her foot down and bringing it down on Artemis’s midsection, or back, whichever side she was on after the knee.

God, Trinity was vicious. Even with the terrible pain pulsing down her back and ringing inside her head, Artemis could still make out the words that were being shot her way. There was a real...venom to the way the underground fighter spoke that was quickly setting her apart from any other opponent the former actress had faced up to now. Even the mad Goddess of Destruction, Great Kali, at least had a surreal quality about her, a part of her that only an experienced actor like Artemis could tell was clearly intended to be part of some act.

Trinity was no act. She was quick. She was brutal. She was to the point. And she didn’t mince words. She struck Artemis with what could have easily been a potentially fatal blow and had plenty of chance words to follow it up with.  If there was even a hint of restraint in her movements, Trinity wasn’t interested in showing any of it. Especially not while she knocked the mighty blonde onto her back with a knee to the face. The strike left her stunned, starting up through a hazy gaze just long enough for a harsh boot to dig into her side. Artemis croaked, feeling the side of her ribcage creak against the pressure. She needed out.

“Good luck with that!” Reaching an arm out, Artemis would push off the ground and go to wrap her arm around the woman’s leg. With a hard whip to the side, she’d attempt to launch Trinity over her and bring her facedown to the canvas with a single-armed dragon screw. How badly this would keep her down, the actress had no clue. All she knew was that staying in this position wouldn’t be doing her any favors for the next hour.

Trinity hadn’t expected Artemis to actually fight back. This meant that Trinity was now in the canvas in a hold that was putting a lot of strain on her ankle. Trinity would groan in pain for a few seconds. “Damn it… Stupid holds” She muttered in annoyance. Thankfully while it was a painful hold, it wasn’t as serious as it could have been. She could have tried to survive the hold, possibly try to escape from it, but it wasn’t worth the effort.

Despite the fact that she was in the hold, and her ankle felt like it wanted to snap in half Trinity was feeling quite alright. She had more than enough confidence to power through. She would lift her other leg up and try and bringing it down on Artemis. The impact location didn’t matter. All she cared about was getting a hit against her and trying to do some damage against Artemis.

If the strike didn’t work she would simply carry on again, another strike, but this time with more force and power. “Gunna make you let go one way or another blondie. You might as well give up now. You may be taller…. And fatter, but you can’t match me!”

Not big on the holds, this Trinity woman. At least that was one thing the two of them had in common.

Artemis wouldn’t call herself the most technical wrestler in the world. She picked up a few things in her time here, but nothing she would call herself particularly attached to. The only time she threw out something that could be called a professional move was in flashes of inspiration not unlike the one she’d gotten just a moment ago that put Trinity in this dragon screw. She’d be proud herself under any other circumstances, getting a nice roar from the crowd and a clean smack against the canvas to go with it. It felt good, but then Trinity had to go and ruin it again.

Fat. Nice. Muscle weighs more than fat, Trin. Just saying.

It was funny. Most other people would be whooping and hollering after being put through a move like that, with someone the size and strength of Artemis Armstrong wrenching their leg away in one violent thrash. Not this one. She kicked, she cursed, and eventually, she would get free. The underground fighter was painting a very clear picture of herself for the rest of this match. She was a tough breed, someone that wasn’t a stranger to violence or pain. If Artemis wanted to put her down, she’d need to give it her all and then some.

One kick landed on her ribs, a couple against her arm, another on her shoulder, but the one that came down on her head, burying its heel in her temple, was the one that got a yelp out of Artemis and forced her to throw the leg away. “Damn!” She made one roll to the side, clutching the side of her head as she made her way back up to two feet, wanting to get into a crouched position before Trinity had the chance to capitalize on her freedom.

Trinity was free. Finally free. She had never thought that her ankle would hurt so much, but in that short space of time, Artemis had racked up some nasty damage onto that ankle, and there was no guarantee that Trinity was going to struggle to try and walk on it properly for the next few minutes that was going to at the very least hamper Trinity’s offensive capabilities. Now she was free she would finally be able to make her way to her feet, which she started to do the second she was free.

It wasn’t that easy however. As soon as she put her injured ankle onto the ground she felt surge of pain rise up her leg, causing her to hiss and slow the speed of her ascent. Sadly for Trinity, Artemis had beaten her too it, already crouched and primed all Trinity could do is raise her defence, her ankle still pulsating and interfering with her ability to break out into an attack.

Damn, that hurt.

Most people would probably assume that Trinity’s strength was in her fist, what with the massive upper body and all, and that was probably a fair assumption. What shouldn’t be overlooked, however, was everything else. This woman’s entire body was muscle. Her entire body. The proof of that was the raging headache Artemis was trying to deal with after those solid legs ripped into her. She didn’t know what this brawler was packing, but Artemis was willing to be she hadn’t even scratched the surface.

For now, though, it seemed like fortune was on her side. That leg whip seemed to have done more damage than the former actress realized, leaving Trinity on the defense, crippled...and in the corner. Artemis grew a wide smirk as she went to stand back up, a little lightbulb going off in her head. Trinity wanted a fight? She’d get a fight.

"Like playing rough, huh?!” Artemis bellowed, popping up to two feet as she lunged forward.

Raising her foot, Artemis went to throw a mighty push kick right into Trinity’s arms to force her further into the corner. Assuming the underground fighter didn’t have any tricks for her, she would move to build on her advantage. Rushing forward and grabbing onto the top ropes, the blonde giant would throw herself forward, tucking in both her knees to smash them into the center of Trinity’s face.

Trinity hated her ankle right now. It was still pulsing in pain and was seriously restricting her ability to fight properly. Her fighting stance had contracted and that in turn had left her vulnerable. To make matters worse, Trinity was so close to the corner. She had been in way too many fights to know how bad of a position she was in. The only thing she could hope for was that hopefully Artemis didn’t realise that fact and capitalised.

Artemis’s very words seemed to already portray that she had some idea she had the advantage. Seconds later a kick shot up, Trinity raised her arm to block it, but as soon as it hit, it was clear that damage wasn’t the main purpose of the attack. The force samshed Trinity into the corner letting out a yelp of pain as her spine impacted the canvas material.

There was nothing Trinity could do, as suddenly Artemis came forward and jumped up, smashing not one, but both knees right into the face. Trinity let out a yell of pain in response. “GAHHHHHH!” Her back bent in the way that it isn’t supposed to as her head got smashed backwards tipping over the edge of the turnbuckle. Coming back down to some level of normality, Trinity was slumped against the turnbuckle. Her head pounding like a drum, her face on fire, too stunned to do anything.

Artemis wasn’t a sadist by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a hint of relief in hearing Trinity’s cry of pain. It proved, in some way, that she was indeed human. That she could actually get hurt and have the sense knocked out of her like everyone else. It finally gave her an idea of what this woman could take and how much of it she could withstand. If Artemis kept up the pressure, she could expect plenty more moments like this.

Didn’t mean she was in the clear though. Despite appearances, Trinity tanked that hit better than most people would have handled over two-hundred pounds of force right to the face. She had the endurance to match her strength, and Artemis doubted it would be long before the underground fighter was back on her feet and coming at her with a vengeance. She had to take that fight out of her while she had the chance, and she had just so happened to have an idea of how to do that.

Artemis dropped back down in front of Trinity, giving her a quick glance over to make sure she was really out of it. With a slight crook of her lip, she bent over, spreading her arms wide, showing off that impressive wingspan and wrapping her arms around the brawler, making sure to catch her arms to keep her as restrained as possible. With a grunt of effort, she’d hoist the woman upright against her before squeezing her back for all it was worth, trapping Trinity in a tight bearhug. Artemis grinned as she did, content to stoke the fires a bit and see how long that big and bad attitude would last when she couldn’t fight back. “Where’s that hardcore bravado bullshit, huh?” She chuckled, cranking the hold tighter. “Can’t out-muscle an Armstrong?”