The artist takes on the huntress! (Dickson Deidara vs Artemis grace)

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"Submission match? Really? Well I did say any match will be fine.... alright." The rude tone of voice was coming from the rude artist known as Dickson Deidara, one of the top guys in the Austen powers company. He wanted to wrestle as a hobby and to show what the artist can do. He was talking on the phone to some employees, they paid the ref to turn a blind eye to some stuff he will do in the match. He got his spray paint cans and paint covered steel chair. His large roller brush and a few buckets of paint. And lastly a few glass vases to smash his oppenent with.

After a few minutes of talking on the phone, he was called down to the ring. "Alright time to show these clowns what I can do."

He began to walk to the ring, just barely waving to the crowd cause they all were tactless fools to him. He climbed into the ring, bringing his stuff with him too. And now he was waiting for the poor fool named Artemis to show up.

[Bare]

Backstage Artemis waited for turn to head out, hearing the music of her opponet playing with a stoic expression on her face. She wasn’t exactly having a good record thus far in LAW, but she was far from going to let that stop her from trying. In fact it only motivated her to do better, fight harder, and win. That’s why she was going tonwin tonight. Even if her opponet was a male. From what she could see he was actually close to her own build so it’s not like he had an inherent advantage or anything.

Finally standing as her opponet’s music finished completely and adjusting her sleeveless parka she walked forward and up to the guerilla position. Waiting for but a moment her own entrance music Drawing Down the Moon by Brandon Yates began playing as she stepped out into public view of the crowd with her hood up. Raising her arm up a d reaching behind her back with her other arm she would go through the usual pre match act she normally did and made tbe motion of notching an arrow before letting the imaginary weapon fly at her blonde opponet.

Dropping both arms Artemis began to saunter down the ramp towards the ring with a confident gait, nodding politely to the fans as she passed she would slip off her parka as she approached the ring. Walking up the steps she would toss the garment over the barricade and into the crowd for some lucky fan. Swinging her long leg over the middle rope and slipping into the ring she would walk to her corner while giving her opponet a casual once over.

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After a few minutes of waiting. The woman known as Artemis finally came to the ring and he couldn't help but nearly laugh, she looked stupid and lacked any type of creativity. He watched her put on her little pathetic show to him and the crowd of tackles brain dead monkies. "This is the oppenent I was waiting for? Ha you look like a cosplayer. No scratch that, even cosplayers have more style and creativity compared to you. You look more like a child playing dress up for Halloween.

He then went over to the center of the ring and began to use his brush and paint it. After 10 minutes he was done. He painted a portrait of her face but with xs on her eyes. "That's gonna be you by the time this Match is over, "Hunter" he says with pure sarcasm. He then went over to his side and waited for the bell to ring.

[Bare]

As Artemis waited patiently in her corner she raised an eyebrow at her opponet and his attempt to incite her, but she had far better self control than he seemed to think as he painted a picture of her with Xes in her eyes. On the ring no less. ‘Amazing they allowed him the time to so this.’ She thought to herself, surprised that he had the time to do such an action, but otherwise nothjng about her expression changed from its previous stoic state. “I’m sorry but are you done? The people came to see a match. Not petty words from a middle schooler and his second rate art project.” She stated bluntly, not finding either himself or his art very impressive. “As for style... you certainly aren’t one to talk.” She said with the same blunt and stoic tone.

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Dickson was shocked to see that his insults weren't working at all! And to make matters worse she had the gall to call his work second rate! The tackless brain dead monkey thinks she's all talk when she looks like she can't even draw on the lines of a child's crayonbook! He wanted to get angry and furious, but he took a deep breath. "Your right ... I'll enjoy making you suffer and submit.... second rate hunter, blind of the fine arts." he cracked his knuckles and soon enough the bell rang begining the match!

Dickson ran at her pretty fast to throw a punch but then changed it to a kick to her face at the last second!

[Bare]

Artemis admittedly was not a woman to show much of any emotions, some even debated if she has them at all, but in this briefest instance as she saw how angry Dickson got she smirked. Ever so slightly. “Fine arts? Your art is many things but fine isn’t one I woule use to describe them.” She said in a smug tone before narrowing her eyes. “Just like your assumption is anything close to right.”She said while cracking her knuckles.

Eventually the bell finally rung starting the match officially and switching on a switch in her brain as she tensed her body in preperation. In no time at all the blonde man was upon her, throwing a fist that was easily telegraphed. Ducking low to avoid it her eyes widened seeing his leg coming in for a kick. Cursing she raised her arms up, barely blocking the kick. Trying to grab onto his leg she would attempt to pull him in before driving her shoulder into his solar plexus to to try and knock Dickinson flat on his back.

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Dickson saw that his plan worked.... slightly cause while the punch did indeed trick her but she blocked the kick! Though it was barely. And before he could get away he felt she grabbed his leg and tried to drive her shoulder on to him! But he managed to block it and punched her face, and if it worked he would jump back cause her grip was loose. He smirked and began to throw a series of fast punches. If she blocked/dodged or get hit he would wrap his arms around her waist and German suplex on the ring!"

[Bare]

As Artemis tried to move forward to throw her shoulder into Dickinson’s stomach she would curse feeling he somehow managed to block the hit. Cursing as ahe felt a fist impact with her face courtesy of her opponet. However she would be damned if she took this lying down. Reaching up and grabbing his wrist she wouldn’t miss a beat as she turned on her heel and pulled on Dickson’s arm to send him tumbling over her shoulder in a shoulder toss.