Ambre Brault vs. Matilda Schröder II

[Weonna]

The arena lights dimmed as a heavy metal version of "Barbarianism" roared through the speakers, the sound of thunderous war drums and shredding guitars shaking the crowd. The primal energy in the air was unmistakable—the Barbarian Warrior had returned.

Spoiler

Matilda Schröder

A blast of pyro ignited at the stage as Matilda Schröder emerged from the smoke, standing tall with a wolfish grin. She rolled her broad shoulders, her tattered plaid battle skirt swaying as she stomped onto the stage. The open-toe gladiator sandals and black leather shin guards made her look like she had marched straight out of an ancient battlefield and into the wrestling ring.

The bone pendant around her neck glinted under the lights as she cracked her knuckles and let out a deep battle cry, throwing her arms wide as the crowd erupted in cheers. Her plaid-patterned crop top, barely holding against her powerful, sculpted frame, further sold her as a warrior bred for combat. The braided red hair swung behind her as she stomped forward, the energy radiating from her every step.

As the guitar shredded through the speakers, Matilda reached the barricades, slamming her hands against them with a metallic CLANG that made the fans flinch—before cheering even louder. She grinned, feeling the electricity in the air.

Reaching the ring, Matilda grabbed the ropes, using her raw strength to vault onto the apron with one fluid motion. She wiped her nose with her thumb before stepping through the ropes, then raised both arms to the sky—her tribal armbands and wrist guards flexing against her powerful frame.

Then, she turned her head toward the entrance stage.

She knew who was coming next.

She had waited two years for this moment.

Matilda bounced on her feet, her fingers twitching with excitement. The smirk on her face was undeniable as she muttered under her breath:

"Alright, Ambre… let’s see if you’ve still got it."

As her theme faded, the energy in the arena remained palpable—the fans bracing themselves for Ambre’s entrance.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was warming up and stretching in the locker room, tonight's match wasn't going to be easy... but it was going to be very exciting! Tonight, the Frenchwoman was going to face a woman she had already fought, the first person to beat her at LAW, Mathilda Schröder!

The Black Pearl was eager to show this woman the progress she had made since their last sparring, she had trained a lot, gained a lot of experience and gained confidence. She came out of the locker room when her name was called and trotted towards the ring with a big smile and greeting the spectators. The crowd was excited to see this rematch again.

Ambre

Theme

Ambre climbed into the ring, pulling on the ropes to force a passage that her body could pass through and greeted the public one last time before meeting Mathilda's gaze. Her theme slowly stopped and the French girl's smile grew, she approached the redhead and grabbed her hand with both hands.

"Miss Schröder! I'm happy to see you back in the ring!!"

Ambre shook her opponent's hand slightly before releasing it and placing both hands on her hips, striking a proud pose.

"I've been training relentlessly since the last time!... After all, it had to be done if I ever wanted to become champion!"

[Weonna]

Matilda stood tall in the center of the ring, arms crossed over her broad chest as she watched Ambre make her entrance. The Black Pearl looked confident—eager, even—and the crowd’s energy only added to Matilda’s growing anticipation.

As Ambre reached her and took her hand, gripping it with both hands, Matilda raised an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. Her grip was firm, her calloused palms rough from years of training, but there was no hostility—only the spirit of a warrior who had been waiting for this rematch.

Hearing Ambre’s enthusiastic words, Matilda let out a low chuckle, the corners of her mouth curling into a self-assured smirk.

“Hah! So, you haff been training relentlessly, ja?”

Matilda squeezed Ambre’s hand briefly before pulling away, rolling her shoulders as her bone pendant swayed against her chest.

She tapped her fist against her palm, her expression shifting into something both playful and dangerous.

“Gutt! Because I vould be very disappointed if I came back just to crush ze same girl I beat last time.”

The crowd roared, sensing the tension between the two competitors. Matilda exhaled through her nose, her braided red hair swaying as she adjusted her stance.

“If you vant to be champion, Ambre, you must show me more than just confidence.”

Matilda leaned forward slightly, her icy blue eyes locking onto Ambre’s.

“Show me power. Show me technique. Show me zat all zat training actually meant something.”

She took a slow, deliberate step forward, standing just inches from Ambre now, her muscular frame casting an imposing shadow over the Frenchwoman. Lowering her voice just enough that only Ambre could hear, Matilda smirked wider.

“Und if you sink I haff just been sitting around doing nothing for two years…”

she let the words hang for a moment, her voice thick with her German accent, before finishing with a dangerous whisper.

“…You are in for a rude awakening.”

Matilda then stepped back and raised her arms, motioning for the referee to get this match underway...

[Bearhug Goddess]

The two wrestlers present in the ring shared the same feeling of excitement at the idea of ​​seeing how much the other had improved... And although Matilda seemed very imposing thanks to her gimmick and her build, but the Frenchwoman did not let herself be impressed and remained straight and proud, displaying a serious look and even a small smile at the corners of her lips.

"Get ready... I'll show you more than power and technique!~"

Ambre seemed very cheerful and got into position, raising her hands to her shoulders and head to prepare to grab her opponent but before that, she nodded while looking towards the referee to signal that she was ready. The referee wasted no time and started the match within a few seconds after seeing that the two wrestlers were ready.

DING

The bell rang and Ambre didn't waste a single second in lunging forward, speeding towards Matilda to grab her collar and shoulder and quickly push her away, looking to start this match with a show of strength!

[Weonna]

As soon as the bell rang, Matilda braced herself, her stance widening slightly as she saw Ambre lunge forward without hesitation. A grin flickered across her lips—she loved this kind of immediate aggression.

The Frenchwoman’s hands gripped Matilda’s collar and shoulder, shoving forward in an attempt to push her back and show her strength.

But Matilda did not budge.

Instead, the German powerhouse planted her feet, her muscular frame absorbing the impact like a stone wall. A second later, she pushed back, her powerful arms flexing as she drove into Ambre with raw strength, forcing her backward step by step.

“Ach, zat all you haff got, ja?”

Matilda teased,

“I thought you vere going to show me more zan just power?”

With a sudden surge of strength, Matilda pressed forward, forcing Ambre’s back against the ropes. She held her there for a moment, making sure Ambre could feel her strength pressing against her, before she leaned in just slightly, smirking.

“Not bad… but I am still stronger."

And with that, Matilda attempted to whip Ambre across the ring, looking to send her sprinting toward the opposite ropes and set up an attack!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre threw herself towards Mathilda to grab her by the shoulder and stick her and start to push her away, but just like her, the German knew how to use her muscles! The redhead didn't move an inch, which made the Frenchwoman smile anxiously who knew she wasn't going to be able to do much in the next few seconds... And Matilda obviously took advantage of it.

"Ohoh.. OH-!!"

The Black Pearl quickly found herself pushed back until her back was against the ropes, she growled slightly as she tried to push her opponent away but her struggles were futile. Her first seconds were to the advantage of the German but rather than chaining with strikes or a direct hold, Matilda preferred to grab the Frenchwoman to throw her against the ropes on the opposite side!

But after barely taking a few steps, the Frenchwoman pivoted her hips and grabbed her opponent's wrist to counter Matilda's Irish Whip with her own! If she could do it, she would also throw herself at full speed to welcome Matilda with her back to the ropes with a powerful Lariat on the chest!

[Weonna]

Matilda had full controlof Ambre for those opening moments, shoving her into the ropes with a smirk of dominance. She had expected to follow up with an Irish Whip of her own, but the Frenchwoman was quicker than she anticipated.

“Huh—?!”

Before Matilda could fully commit to the throw, Ambre pivoted her hips and reversed the whip, yanking Matilda’s massive frame forward with surprising force. Matilda’s eyes widened as she was sent barreling toward the opposite ropes.

She barely had a second to react before she rebounded—right into Ambre’s charging lariat!

THWACK!

The impact was brutal, the sound of forearm meeting chest echoing through the arena as Matilda's body snapped backward. The sheer force knocked the bigger, stronger wrestler flat onto her back, her braided red hair whipping across her face** as she hit the mat hard.

The crowd erupted, surprised that the Frenchwoman had taken the Barbarian down so early.

Matilda let out a sharp grunt, her chest rising and falling as she stared up at the lights for a split second. Her body ached, but rather than frustration, there was something else in her expression—

Excitement.

“Heh… so… zis is how ve are starting, ja?”

she muttered, rubbing her chest as she rolled to her side.

Even though the lariat had rocked her, Matilda wasn’t about to stay down. Gritting her teeth, she planted a hand on the mat and pushed herself up, trying to get back to her feet.

The Frenchwoman had momentum, and Matilda knew she had to be ready for whatever came next.