Ambre Brault vs. Matilda Schröder II

[Weonna]

The ring shook from the impact as Matilda sat there for a second, her arms still locked around Ambre’s waist. The German warrior grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline surge through her veins.

“Hah! You are quick, but I am stronger!”

she roared, flashing a confident smirk before attempting to transition straight into a pin, the referee dropping down for the count.

ONE!...

Would Ambre kick out, or was Matilda about to take a quick victory!?

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had gotten used to taking hits, painful holds and powerful slams, but it was still something incredible to take! She stayed on the ground for a few seconds to gather her wits and not rush, she had learned that impatience led to worse situations thanks to her experience... But Matilda took advantage of it to lock the Frenchwoman in a pine tree!

"ONE!"

The referee barely had time to count the first second when the Frenchwoman pushed her opponent away, lifting her shoulders off the mat to force Matilda to retreat... But as the two wrestlers got up at about the same time, the Black Pearl threw herself on her opponent to find herself behind the German and quickly wrap her arm around Matilda's neck.

"And you're... Impatient!"

Ambre took advantage of the moment when Matilda and she got up to attack, taking advantage of the little surprise effect to switch to a ground hold, locking the redhead in a Rear Naked Choke but incomplete because of the haste!

[Weonna]

Matilda barely had time to react before Ambre’s arms snaked around her neck, locking her in an imperfect Rear Naked Choke. The Frenchwoman was quick, seizing the moment as soon as they both got to their feet.

But Matilda was no stranger to submission holds!

“Tsk… impatient? Nein, just ready!”

Matilda growled through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure of Ambre’s grip.

The hold wasn’t fully locked in, and Matilda knew that if she let Ambre adjust, it could be a problem. Rather than panic, she immediately dropped her base, widening her stance as she hooked her fingers around Ambre’s forearm, preventing her from fully cutting off the airflow.

The crowd buzzed as Matilda tensed her massive legs and powered through, leaning forward and throwing herself into a roll. With brute force, she rolled forward with Ambre still attached, forcing her opponent’s back against the mat in an unorthodox counter.

With Ambre’s grip loosened, Matilda saw her opening.

“Not zis time, Fräulein!”

Matilda exploded back to her feet, grabbing Ambre’s legs and attempting to haul her off the ground for an Alabama Slam!

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was trying to gain time with her strangulation, just wanting to attack Matilda to prevent an offensive from her opponent... But Matilda knew exactly how to react! The Frenchwoman quickly found herself lifted and thrown forward, falling back to the ground sitting in front of her opponent who quickly followed up, taking advantage of the Black Pearl's surprise to grab her by the legs and lift her up again before throwing her against the mast for an Alabama Slam!

"Nghah!.."

This time, the Frenchwoman's moan of pain was louder than the previous one. She was starting to take serious damage and had to quickly pull herself together before giving Matilda an advantage she could never catch up with. The Black Pearl took her distance by rolling to the side, reaching the nearest ropes to lean on them while she got up, keeping a close eye on the German wrestler to avoid the worst... And especially thinking about a strategy for the rest of this match.

[Weonna]

Matilda grinned widely, her eyes alight with defiant mischief as she paced a few steps toward the cheering crowd. With the arena pulsing behind her, she raised her arms high, playing to the audience.

“Ah, meine Damen und Herren!”

she bellowed, her German accent thick with bravado.

“Watch and see how a true warrior fights back, ja?”

The crowd roared in response, but her fun didn’t last long—she saw Ambre rolling to the ropes, clearly trying to create space. Matilda’s instincts kicked in—this was the perfect time to press the advantage.

No time to let her breathe.

“Oh no, no, no! You don’t get to run avay so easily!”

Matilda took a few powerful strides back, measuring her opponent carefully. Then, she rushed forward, her legs pumping like a runaway train as she charged straight at Ambre, looking to flatten her against the ropes with a brutal shoulder tackle!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre took her distance, quickly approaching the ropes to grab them and lean on them during her get up. Her back was still hurting after the slams she had taken head on. She still kept a discreet eye on her opponent and obviously, Matilda did not let her go without consequences!

The Frenchwoman was standing again, her hands held firmly against the ropes and facing her opponent who was rushing towards her... She had to react quickly if she did not want to find herself ejected from the ring!

"Mnnghh!!"

With some force, Ambre jumped into the air while remaining attached to the ropes to stay in the air for a few more seconds and stretch both her legs forward, trying to stop Matilda's rush with a dropkick!