The lights in the L.A.W. arena dimmed before pulsing back to life, accompanied by the pounding guitar riff of “Barbarianism.” Spoiler
Out stepped Matilda Schröder, the towering German powerhouse, dressed in her signature attire. Her expression was calm, focused. There was a glimmer of anticipation in her steely eyes as she stomped down the ramp, the crowd roaring in recognition. Matilda
“Zis vill be a quick one,”
she muttered under her breath, cracking her neck as she reached the ring apron. Matilda entered the ring with a confident hop and strode to her corner, staring down the ramp in wait for her opponent.
In the crowd, one pair of eyes watched her more closely than most.
Rianne, the man-stealing troublemaker with a sharp eye for talent and opportunity, sat a few rows back from the front, casually swirling a lollipop between her lips. Rianne
She wasn’t here for just any match. She was scouting. And tonight, she had her eye on Mitzi—the so-called slacker with a rep for cheating her way to victory.
Rianne didn’t believe the hype—at least, not yet. But she was curious.
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This was an interesting one, Mitzi always looked for contracts for matches on what people were willing to pay to see her do to her opponents. It worked well with Nayla, a match that made Mitzi more money than her last few matches combined making that bitch cry. Unfortunately with Matilda she only got one contract and all it said was "Win Big" Which was vague and lame. If she wanted to win she could do that, but would she get paid extra for a win? She wasn't going to put her effort into a match for a contract that might demand more. It didn't matter, for now she still had to wrestle and win, then maybe she'd get better offers in the later fights. Spoiler
That was the main motivation going down to the ring with her music playing, drowning out the crowd that were here to see Mitzi crush another one. And that was her plan, no one wanted to see action from a loser so no matter what Matilda had to lose, and if Mitzi could eviscerate her quickly she could get to her payday faster. She stomped into the ring to stand across from Matilda, doing her best to intimidate the big lady. "Bigger than my last one, looks like you can cry louder than her too. Does that sound fun?" Mitzi smirked stepping closer and making eye contact with Matilda, trying to stare her down.
Matilda stood tall and unmoving as Mitzi approached, the German’s eyes locked onto her opponent with quiet intensity. She didn’t flinch at the remark, though her nostrils flared slightly at the insult.
"Tch. Zat’s funny…"
Matilda muttered, her voice low and steady with a distinct German accent.
"You zink you vill make me cry? You must be confusing me with one of your little punching bags.”
She stepped forward as well, refusing to yield ground, their foreheads nearly touching now.
"But if it helps you sleep at night, ja—keep talking.”
The tension in the ring spiked. The ref quickly slid between them, extending an arm to each woman’s chest, trying to keep them apart before anything erupted prematurely. Matilda finally took a step back, never breaking eye contact as she began to circle to her left, her boots thudding softly against the mat. Her arms rose into a grappler’s stance, eyes narrowing with focus.
"Come on, faules Mädchen . Show me how you, 'vin big.'"
The two looked big and strong, big enough to make this one of the hardest hitting matches in LAW. That is if that was the goal, but Mitzi preferred her fights simple unless someone was paying her big money for a grand show and since that wasn't happening she intended to make this bitch another big sandbag for her to torture. "That's exactly what you are, you think you're about to stop me?" Mitzi asked cockily to the fellow titan before the ref could finally get between them. This wasn't going to start without the bell to clear it and once that was out of the way Matilda was reaching for her to start this match with a lock up.
"Sure thing. You'll b won your ass in no time." Mitzi said reaching to take her hands and complete the lock up. With the two of them in the proper stance Mitzi could start pushing and preparing to be pushed, looking for the best chance to really throw her opponent down and start this match off strong.
As the bell rang out and echoed through the arena, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Two titans stood center stage—Mitzi, all cocky swagger and cold calculation, and Matilda, a disciplined powerhouse molded from years of combat grit.
Their hands locked with a resounding clap, the force between them immediately palpable.
Muscles flexed. Boots dug into the canvas.
Mitzi pushed forward with sudden, brutish force, trying to bulldoze Matilda backward—but the German barely budged, digging in with her lower body strength like a stone wall.
"You talk too much."
Matilda growled with a tight grimace, before shifting her stance and using Mitzi’s forward momentum against her.
With a swift pivot, Matilda slipped to the side and wrapped her arms tightly around Mitzi’s midsection in a textbook waistlock, cinching it in with her powerful arms like a steel vice. Spoiler
"Let’s see how loud you scream, ja?"
she hissed into Mitzi’s ear as she lifted slightly, testing the hold.
A struggle had started, forcing the two to try and test each other out. Mitzi forced it by pushing into Matilda and trying to force her back Immediately, but Matilda proved that he muscles were tested and capable. She could see that she was struggling to stand firm, but standing firm she was still doing, keeping herself still without backing up a step. Mitzi scoffed and pushed into her more before planning to pull her back into an attack of her own, but Matilda was faster in planning that, pulling Mitzi along and slipping behind her to grab her waist and start squeezing it with a waist lock.
"Gnngh.." Mitzi groaned feeling the hold tighten around her waist, giving her midsection a tight squeeze that told her Matilda was all muscle. As advertised, it was painful but nothing like a bear hug and not going to break Mitzi down or make her whimper like a hurt poodle. "You better have more, if you want to hear me scream." Mitzi said rebuffing her efforts while trying to fight the woman's grip and force an opening.
Matilda’s arms clamped down like hydraulic steel around Mitzi’s waist, her biceps flexing as she dipped her hips and tightened her stance. She could feel Mitzi squirming, resisting, but that didn’t stop her.
"Let’s go for a ride, ja?"
Matilda grunted, bracing her boots and beginning to lift—her back arched, leg muscles surging with power as she tried to haul Mitzi up for a Waistlock Takedown!
The strain was visible, and for a split second it looked like Mitzi’s feet were about to leave the ground!
This was a real struggle. Even though she was only holding her she could sense a lot of power under Matilda's arms enough to crush even her if she was careless and let her get a good grip. That couldn't happen, Mitzi didn't like having to fight so hard so early when she preferred being in control, but not doing her best to break this would set her up to struggle even more for the rest of the match. Mitzi leaned in and tried to break free when Matilda went for a lift, Mitzi could feel the force start to bring her up causing her legs to leave the mat for a second and dangle in the air until Mitzi tried to wrap her legs back and stop that from happening, hooking her legs to stop her rise and force Matilda to stop she'd push on her arms and lean in once more to force herself back to her feet and create enough space to slide around. But instead of trying to slide out with her big ass, she would slide around and face Matilda while her grip was still loose, grabbing her waist and attempting a lift of her own.
"Good idea!...I'm driving!" Mitzi said, moving quick to grab and squeeze her waist. At this point this was a battle of technique and power. They would be forever trying to overpower each other so Mitzi had to get her arms in the right place and bend her body the right way before lifting. She would struggle at first before trying to put more effort into lifting Matilda off her feet before she could do the same and turning to slam her with a belly to belly suplex! If she pulled that off Mitzi would then turn into the only thing she could do next...and try to push her chest on top of Matilda to smother her.!
As soon as Matilda felt her grip slip, she knew she had miscalculated. Mitzi had twisted the momentum masterfully—too fast and too smooth for her to readjust. Before she could dig her heels in again or tighten her hold, Mitzi’s powerful arms wrapped around her midsection, and Matilda's eyes widened.
"Scheiße—!"
was all she managed to gasp before she felt herself being hoisted.
In one clean, explosive motion, Mitzi bent low and then slammed Matilda over with a belly-to-belly suplex, the ring shaking beneath them. Matilda’s back arched from the impact, her breath ripped from her lungs as she hit the mat hard, shoulders bouncing.
She barely had time to recover when the weight of Mitzi came crashing down on top of her.
"Uuunnnhh…!"
Matilda exhaled sharply as Mitzi's ample chest pressed down hard against her face and upper body, pinning her with a smothering press. The mix of body heat, sweat, and pressure was suffocating—but not just physically. There was a certain intentional intimacy to the way Mitzi lowered herself, her weight perfectly distributed to keep Matilda helpless beneath her.
Matilda kicked her legs, her hands pushing at Mitzi’s sides and back in protest—but the smother was firm and deliberate.
"Hnnngh… s-so ziss is how you ‘win big,’ ja…?"
she groaned into Mitzi’s chest, her voice muffled. Her toned legs squirmed beneath her opponent, trying to bridge up, but the leverage was gone.
Her cheeks were hot—not just from exertion. There was a distinct embarrassment in being pinned like this, smothered by a woman who clearly enjoyed having the upper hand!
Mitzi was able to throw her opponent down to the mat to stop her from lifting her and instead dropping her to the mat. The impact was loud, making the German woman groan and fall on top of her to crush her and attempt to smother her out before she could escape. Now she was able to keep her from rising up or escaping the position, hopefully draining her slowly until she had her right where she wanted her...helpless and easy to mess with it.
Despite this Mitzi felt her lower body rise up with Matilda trying to bridge to keep herself from being pinned while smothered. Mitzi grabbed her head, making sure that she could keep her head under her boobs even if she couldn't get her to stop bridging, no matter what actually finished the match Mitzi would make sure that Matilda would lose some of that impressive strength before she rose again.
