Lazy Hustle vs. German Muscle - Mitzi Roth vs. Matilda Schröder

[Weonna]

"Mmmpfh—!"

Matilda let out a muffled groan as Mitzi clamped her head beneath her soft weight, holding it there like a trophy. She could feel the woman adjusting, hands digging into her scalp to keep her locked in the smother. Mitzi wasn’t trying to pin—she was trying to wear her down, slowly, smugly, like Matilda was some tired dog that needed breaking.

Heat and frustration built in Matilda’s chest, her back arching in a powerful bridge, legs trembling as she fought to lift both Mitzi and herself from the canvas. But Mitzi was relentless—her grip was tight, her weight deliberate, her voice smug even in silence. Every time Matilda bucked, she felt those hands keep her face locked right where Mitzi wanted it.

This wasn’t just about control—it was about demeaning her.

But Matilda wasn’t about to let it end like this.

Drawing from the well of pride buried deep in her gut, Matilda twisted her hips sharply and forced her body into a roll, managing to dislodge Mitzi’s center of balance just enough to slip one leg around and get her knee between them.

With a deep, guttural growl, she powered through the haze of heat and humiliation, slipping out from under Mitzi’s chest, rolling to the side with a gasp for air. Before Mitzi could adjust, Matilda surged behind her, adrenaline roaring through her limbs.

"Now you get to fly,"

she snarled, her accent heavy with fury.

She locked her arms around Mitzi’s waist and heaved, bringing the other woman overhead in a massive Release German Suplex, flinging her across the ring with all the strength her pride could summon!

The crowd erupted at the impact. Mitzi hit the mat hard, and Matilda—finally upright and flushed—glared down with fire in her eyes, chest rising with deep, defiant breaths.

"Never again,"

she muttered under her breath.

“You vill not humiliate me!”

[Fairy Dragon]

The two fought their way to the top of each other, forcing a way around and over Matilda while trying to smother her into submission. The way she was trying to force her off made Mitzi press down more to stop it. She would not let Matilda breathe or escape, she was confident she could do that and keep at it. However Matilda proved to be a little craftier than she expected, bucking her hips again and trying to slip out instead of forcing her off. This way actually worked and before she knew it Mitzi was off to the side pressing around her waist and trying to pull her in close, standing up with surprising speed before lifting Mitzi up with the strength she tried to quell.

"Damn! GGnnh!" Mitzi screamed before she was thrown like a sack and driven to the mat with a hard slam. She landed well enough but the sheer power of the throw still tossed her on her ass without being able to turn meaning her back was hurting the moment she bounced off the mat. Mitzi hissed and rolled to her side, trying to get to her feet. "Thinks she can decide what I'll do...no one stops me from doing whatever I need to get my money..." Mitzi growled, fuming over being tossed like that.

[Weonna]

Matilda stood tall after the suplex, sweat streaking down her toned arms, chest rising and falling with each breath as she watched Mitzi writhe on the mat. That last throw felt good—not just physically, but emotionally. It was a moment of control reclaimed after being pressed, smothered, and toyed with. Her pride had demanded a response, and now she was going to press the advantage.

"You still vant to play games?"

she muttered, her accent sharp as steel as she stepped forward.

Matilda waited till Mitzi stirred to her knees, then the German Powerhouse would step in and bring down a heavy hammer fist to the top of her shoulder. The sound of flesh on flesh cracked through the air.

"Not so smug now, are you?"

Matilda growled, raising her arm again and slamming down another hammer fist, this one catching Mitzi across the upper back, driving her down slightly. Matilda’s power was raw, but controlled—each strike purposeful, each breath steady.

Then, with a grunt, she yanked Mitzi up to her feet by the arm and spun, aiming to send her opponent hurtling toward the ropes with an Irish whip!

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi was slowly to get up due to the lasting sting of her drop, Matilda was not slow to press her clearly mad about the smother attempt. That told Mitzi that it risked worked and that bothered the German, but that thought would have to wait until after she was on her feet, right now Matilda was attacking. She got above her and started throwing hammer blows to her shoulder and back before Mitzi could even stand keeping her low and on her knees attempting to rise.

"AAgh! Nggh!" Mitzi groaned, taking a knee after the painful blows had run her down and stopped her in her tracks. The last thing her back needed was more hits like that causing knots in her back, but Matilda only stopped to pull her up and try to whip her into the ropes. Whatever she had planned Mitzi didn't know, and she had no intention of letting it happen, holding onto Matilda's arm tight so that when she was nearly thrown away she was able to hold it and stop herself, before trying to use it to throw Matilda into the ropes. Then keeping her stance she'd burst into a sprint to run in behind her and when she turned around would stop her in her tracks with a knee to the body to push her back into the ropes and keep her there.

[Weonna]

Matilda barely had time to register the resistance before she was the one being whipped forward. Her eyes widened slightly as the momentum flipped on her, and in an instant, she was the one sprinting toward the ropes instead of Mitzi.

"Tch—Verdammt!"

She rebounded off the ropes, turning with practiced motion, expecting to meet her opponent’s momentum—but Mitzi was already there.

WHAM!

The knee drove deep into Matilda’s gut with sickening precision. The impact bent her in half, a guttural gasp escaping her lips as the breath was blasted from her lungs. Her eyes shut tight as she stumbled back into the ropes, both arms instinctively wrapping around her midsection.

"Gnnnnghh!"

she winced, her back hitting the ropes as her body recoiled from the knee. The pain radiated from her abs up into her ribs—Mitzi wasn’t just going for punishment, she was going for damage control.

Matilda’s body sagged into the ropes, her boots sliding slightly on the canvas as she held on to stay upright. She could feel the rope biting into her spine, her muscles twitching from the jolt. She opened one eye, glaring at Mitzi through a mix of pain and defiance.

[Fairy Dragon]

Now here was an optimal outcome for the prizefighter, getting Matilda with a clean shot when she was unprepared for it and opening the door for a few more follow up attacks. At the moment Matilda was winded gripping her midsection after that painful knee, her body was not in a defensive position and it meant that Mitzi could press the attack even when Matilda was glaring at her, promising to get her back for this later. That was a time Mitzi would make sure never came, instead she'd go back in and try to get more sounds of pain from the German while she had her.

Mitzi rushed in while Matilda recovered pressing her arm into Matilda's head and pushing her into the ropes to not only keep her there but straighten her out to stop her from blocking any future hits, mainly from Mitzi's still open fist. After the knee Mitzi decided to follow it with more punches, she began throwing uppercuts and straight rights into Matilda's belly, trying to grind her fist deep into the German's abs as much as possible while the ref started to count her out for pushing Matilda into the ropes. Mitzi didn't care, she stayed on target and threw hard punches into that belly as hard as she could trying to make mincemeat out of Matilda before she'd pull away at the count of 4 to keep herself from being disqualified.

[Weonna]

The moment Matilda tried to straighten herself and catch her breath, she felt Mitzi’s forearm slam across her jaw, forcing her head back and pinning her against the ropes. Her arms, still slow to respond after the knee to the gut, were caught wide—leaving her exposed!

Then came the first punch.

WHUMP!


Matilda’s whole body jerked as Mitzi’s knuckles drove deep into her midsection. Her sculpted abs tensed hard, but it wasn’t enough to stop the sting. A jolt of pain flashed across her core as she gasped and folded slightly, only for Mitzi to slam another uppercut into her stomach, digging cruelly between her tensed muscles.

"Hhnnnngh—!"


she groaned, back arching as her midsection quivered beneath the blows. Her gloved hands instinctively reached for Mitzi’s arm, but her movements were sluggish, the pain breaking her focus. The ropes behind her offered no escape, no cushion—just a cruel frame holding her in place while Mitzi worked her like a heavy bag.

A third punch landed even deeper, and Matilda’s lips parted in a strained moan, her abs twitching violently as the breath was driven out of her again.

Sweat clung to her body, her flushed face tilted upward, lips parted as she struggled for air. Every breath burned. Her toned belly—once so proudly unbreakable—now trembled under Mitzi’s ruthless fists. There was no mercy in those punches, only calculation.

"Z-ziese punches… nghh…"

she whimpered, her voice low and husky, barely audible over the crowd’s reaction.

Then came the fourth blow—another direct shot, and Matilda could swear she saw a white flash in her vision as she doubled over even more, her muscles clenching in a mix of agony and stubborn resistance.

The ref’s count hit four.

Mitzi pulled away with a grin, leaving Matilda slumped in the ropes, body sagging, abs sore and red, glistening from both sweat and the lingering impact. Her face burned—not just from pain, but from the humiliation of being punished like that, so exposed and overwhelmed.

[Fairy Dragon]

Matilda was realizing the same thing that her last opponent felt, that Mitzi was pretty good at destroying things, especially abs. Her last opponent found themselves so overwhelmed from her ab torture that the strong and confident attitude fell apart eventually, and now Matilda was being forced into a similar situation where she was pressed into the ropes and forced to endure a painful onset of punches she was unprepared for. Her abs were strong, but somehow Mitzi's fist was really digging into them after the knee, making the redhead gasp for air, even mutter in shock at how much damage she was doing. Mitzi smirked hearing the loud gasps and leaned her face close before her last punch. "Do you hear that? That's the sound of a bitch learning her place." Mitzi whispered, then snuck in the last punch savoring the sounds Matilda made after the crushing body blow. When she let go at four the big woman leaned into the ropes, hurt and humiliated, but far from done. Which meant Mitzi wasn't done with her either.

Free from the count and able to start over Mitzi pushed in and threw another punch, an uppercut to Matilda's reddening belly, pushing it in deep and letting it sit there to cause Matilda some agony, then she'd grab arm and pull her off the ropes...just to pull her into a knee to the gut as a follow up, driving it in deep and pushing her back against the ropes. Before the ref could even start the fresh count Mitzi threw a two punch combo right to the abs, making Target practice of Matilda's exposed belly.

[Weonna]

Matilda's breath hitched sharply as Mitzi’s fist dug into her belly again, the pain blooming deep in her gut like a slow, smoldering fire. Her once-proud abs—built from years of Greco-Roman throws, weightlifting, and core conditioning—were now the unwilling target of a ruthless onslaught!

She had expected pain, but not like this.

Mitzi’s punches weren’t wild. They were deliberate, focused, and cruelly effective. Each blow wasn’t just physical—it was personal.

Matilda’s body jolted forward with every impact, the smack of leather against flesh echoing in her ears. When Mitzi whispered close, Matilda could feel the heat of her breath on her cheek, feel the sting of the words more than the blow itself.

Then came that final gut punch—deep, slow, and humiliating.

Matilda's mouth dropped open as her abs caved under the pressure, a low, involuntary moan slipping from her lips. Her eyes fluttered, her hands twitching at her sides, unsure whether to fight back or just clutch at the ache radiating from her stomach.

“Nnghh… f-fuck…”

The ropes dug into her back as she sagged, sweat rolling down the curve of her spine. Her rock-solid core, the one she prided herself on, was beginning to tremble—betraying her strength for the first time in the match.

Mitzi didn’t give her a moment longer.

Another uppercut landed dead-center, the air escaping Matilda’s lungs with a choked grunt. She doubled forward instinctively, but Mitzi was already grabbing her arm and yanking her forward—

WHAM!

A knee dug into her belly with surgical precision, folding the Barbarian Woman once more. Matilda's arms wrapped around her midsection, but she couldn’t protect herself—not before Mitzi shoved her back against the ropes again.

Then came two more punches—quick and merciless, targeting the same abused spot. Matilda’s eyes screwed shut, her lips parted in a breathless, pained gasp.

"Nnnh—hah…”

The crowd was in awe of the brutality, but even they couldn’t look away. Matilda’s strength was being peeled away, one cruel blow at a time!

[Fairy Dragon]

The crowd was shocked to see Mitzi in control like this, Matilda was tough and her start in this match proved she could match Mitzi in muscle so it was not raw power allowing Mitzi to do this. The woman was simply ruthless and efficient enough to deliver pain that most could not and she was showing it with these strikes that were dangerously precise for someone as big as she was. Matilda's body trembled from the punches, and caved to the knee that made her almost stumble over, but Mitzi stopped any such thing from happening by pushing her right back into the ropes and going for more. The sound of her fists hitting Matilda's belly and the sounds she made almost made it seem like the poor redhead seem out of it, and she looked less energetic after the final combo, whatever came next Matilda was clearly drained and Mitzi just smiled and stepped in close bringing her face next to Matilda's again. "I could pound you against these ropes all night if I needed too. Normally that would be fun, but since I'm just getting my pay for the match that means I need to show off a little so future clients know what I can do...Sadly for you that means I have to do more." Mitzi said, grabbing Matilda's arm and and then whipping her to the other side of the ring. Expecting her to bounce off them Mitzi would go low like a footballer before rushing forward with all of her speed, crashing into Matilda with a heavy spear once she had bounced back! She would drive her shoulder as deeply into Matilda's gut as possible to knock the wind right out of her, letting her stand up and march over to Matilda's side before grabbing her shoulder and between her legs...then in a shocking display of power would stand up and lift the redhead up with her, aweing the crowd with how strong Mitzi could be. Truthfully she hated having to do so much when she should be focusing on going for the win, damn contracts running out did this to her. Now she had to make sure that she always had someone interested. She'd hoist Matilda up higher and after a second to display her in her arms, would drop her down and bring her abs first onto Mitzi's knee, crushing her gut even more. The loud impact from such a move would make the crowd wince even more knowing that Mitzi was dismantling Matilda's once strong midsection.

"Thankfully you managed to irritate me so at least I can find some enjoyment in this, you really should've known who you were dealing with Matilda." Mitzi said pulling her knee and into the air again slowly walking her over to the corner and pushing her upside down against the corner. Trapping her in a Tree of Woe to continue the punishment. Mitzi wasn't going to like what came next...Matilda was going to like it even less. Mitzi would blitz to the other side, and then come running back before throwing her entire body into a shoulder tackle right into Matilda's gut! The explosion on the impact made the crowd wince, if Mitzi hit the turnbuckle her shoulder would be bruised all over, so the fact that it was buried in the redhead's belly showed how devastating the hit was. Mitzi pulled away and ran again, before coming in and throwing another shoulder tackle at full sprint, thrusting her entire body into it for one more big splash! She pulled away again and smiled before she ran in and this time went for a jumping knee right to the abs, targeting Matilda's belly once more and really trying to make it as red as her hair!