Overcoming Laziness

[Fairy Dragon]

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After the brutal display of power Mitzi Roth had demonstrated in her match, she was feeling pretty full of herself. She had taken what would've normally been an elite collision between two top LAW powerhouses into one powerhouse being put through the meat grinder, Matilda wasn't weak or a pushover and in terms of power and skill she matched Mitzi in everything. On average it was certain she worked harder than Mitzi who couldn't be motivated unless she had a incentive besides improving herself. That night none of it mattered, Mitzi's strategy just worked perfectly and she had Matilda at the backfoot and never let up, even acting with some surprising quickness that she's not normally known for. The end result was Matilda over her shoulder, being dragged to Mitzi's locker room where Mitzi intended to do even more damage to the already beaten down redhead. A client contact her after the match and wanted more of what she gave Matilda during the match, a brutal beating to her belly with photos to show it. All that for $1000 bucks, Mitzi was never going to say no.

Spoiler

"Away from prying eyes. Can't let just anyone see it unless they want to start paying for my time as well." Mitzi said, closing the door behind her, before moving to the far corner. She hadn't prepared for this kind of thing but she had a plan nonetheless, going to the heavy bag and unhooking it from the ropes so it hit the ground harmlessly and then slowly bringing Matilda down and pushing her against the wall. She'd bring up one hand and then the other, slowly wrapping it into the ropes that once suspended the heavy bag and tightening them so that Matilda couldn't fall over. She was all exposed again, and Mitzi decided that she wanted the German awake for this fun. Her hands came up and pinched Matilda's cheeks, slapping them a little to stir her awake. "Wake up my German money maker, it's time for the show." Mitzi teased patting away until Matilda was forced from her peaceful sleep, her face was still sweaty and her hair was all over the place, her body a deflated mess. All because of Mitzi, a real fighter would take pride in that, Mitzi only found the value in what it was going to get her in a moment.

"Awake now? That's good, I wanted to make sure you knew how happy I was with our match, my little punching bag. It seems after watching me club you silly in that ring someone really wanted more of it, and they offered me good money to make this." Mitzi said while her hands trailed across Matilda's battered abs, patting her belly a few times to mess with her. "Even redder. I'm not sure how much redder but really I don't care, they're paying and after that performance you make me too much money to let you go yet. Maybe someone will pay me to smother you next that should be fun....in the meantime, I think that belly is calling me." Mitzi said before she'd pull her arm back and then press forward to drill her elbow into Matilda's poor belly, starting off her torture by impaling her.

[Weonna]

Matilda

Matilda stirred with a slow, foggy groan, her mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and throbbing pain. The first thing she felt was heat—the warm, sticky kind that clung to her skin, mingled with sweat and shame. Her head lolled to one side, crimson hair hanging in messy strands across her flushed face, sticking to her cheeks and lips. Her eyes fluttered open in sluggish blinks, pupils struggling to focus under the dim lights of the locker room.

"V… v-vhere…?"

she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, thick with exhaustion and confusion. Her arms tugged instinctively, only to feel the sharp resistance of the ropes around her wrists. Her body sagged forward slightly, but the bindings held her up, her toned yet trembling form fully exposed and helpless.

She barely registered Mitzi's voice at first. That sultry, mocking tone slithered into her ears as Matilda blinked slowly toward the figure standing before her—*the woman who had destroyed her.*

"N-nein… M-Mitzi…?"

she breathed, and then—

THUD!

The elbow drove deep into her belly, and Matilda’s entire body jerked against the restraints. Her head snapped back, lips parting in a sudden, breathless cry—high, choked, and unmistakably feminine.

"AaaaAAAAHH—!"

Her eyes widened, her body curling instinctively as the pain erupted through her midsection. Her abs, already mottled red and bruised from the ring, now twitched and contracted violently around the new blow, her whole body trembling under its cruel sting. Her feet shuffled weakly in place, heels dragging against the mat with no leverage to push Mitzi away.

Her head dropped forward, breath hitching in short, shallow gasps, soft moans slipping from her lips with each quiver of her belly.

"Vh-vhy…?"

she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“I-I lost… I c-can’t… t-take more…”

But Mitzi's fingers still traced along her tender, ruined abs—mocking, possessive, promising more. The warmth of the contact burned into her skin. Matilda’s body leaned forward slightly as if trying to escape, but the ropes held her perfectly still—suspended, displayed, owned.

She couldn’t fight it.

She could only tremble. Helpless. Breathless.

And await the next blow.

[Fairy Dragon]

Matilda woke up slowly, struggling to piece everything together after an abrupt wake up, she was truly struggling to come to her senses. By the time she did she was only able to understand a few things, that she was tied up and that Mitzi was around to make her suffer more. That was enough to have her whimpering before the first punch even came, and made her scream louder when it did knowing that more was coming...and there was nothing she could do about it. Mitzi was on the fast track to make plenty of money, so she didn't care one bit about Matilda's suffering, not with the price tag it was giving her. "That's exactly why. A big strong woman like you, the pinnacle of strength and power while still being cute. You're a legend in combat, someone like you almost never suffers a real humiliating defeat. To see someone like you get dominated, and broken down to the point you look like a scared weakling....is one of the best feelings in the world and that's the service I'm providing people right now." Mitzi boasted pulling her elbow away and observing Matilda's body language. Gone was the confidence, gone was the assertive fighters stance. Now she was dangling, head hanging low as if she was scared to look at Mitzi, her body was curled up and even if she wasn't forced to stay on her feet she was clearly intimidated by Mitzi's presence, she couldn't fight her way out of her if Mitzi gave her time to recover, not after knowing what she was capable of doing to her.

"Don't worry Matilda, once this is over you'll be free to go, you might even fall asleep again soon once the pain overwhelms you, but it's going to hurt a lot before that happens." Mitzi said and place her arms on her shoulder, pulling her leg back and then lifting her knee up to pump it into Matilda's exposed belly, her knee hitting red flesh and trying to make it redder as the impact reverberated throughout the room. Mitzi kept her knee in close and pressed her glistening forward against Matilda's sweatier one, making sure that she could see Matilda's face, and continue to hear those moans she was starting to get addicted too. Right before pulling her knee out to reset it and push it forward again, drilling Matilda's defeated belly one more time.

[Weonna]

The air exploded from Matilda’s lungs as Mitzi’s knee crashed into her belly again, making her entire frame jolt in the ropes. A choked cry tore from her lips, soft and trembling, the sound of a once-mighty warrior reduced to something small… vulnerable.

Her legs gave a weak shudder, her body sagging forward, the only thing keeping her upright were the ropes binding her wrists above. Her red hair clung to her flushed cheeks, lips parted as she tried and failed to draw in a steady breath. Her abs—once sculpted, powerful, untouchable—now quivered with each touch.

Tears rolled freely down her cheeks, but she no longer tried to fight them.

"A-ahhh… G-Gott…bitte…"

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, soft and husky with pain.

"I-I can’t… I have… nothing left…”

She moaned, her head drooping, every breath shallow and strained as her trembling abs spasmed from the impact.

Mitzi’s body was still pressed close. Matilda could feel her heat, her control—the scent of power and sadistic satisfaction.

The knee pulled back and drove in again.

"NNNHHHAAA—!"

Matilda’s body jerked, hips twitching involuntarily. Her voice cracked under the weight of the pain, but she didn’t even try to beg anymore. She couldn’t. All she could do was suffer.

Her thighs quivered, her glistening midsection pulsing with every breath like it was pleading for mercy itself.

"I vas… s-so strong…"

, she whimpered, not to Mitzi, but to herself.

"Not like… zis…”

She hung there now—arms limp, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Her entire body looked like a statue carved from agony and submission.

[Fairy Dragon]

The two were close enough that even though it was mere whispers at the moment Mitzi could hear everything Matilda said. She could feel just how vulnerable the poor thing was, her warrior mind shattered and left to wonder what was next. Could Matilda even recover from this? Or would the damage Mitzi do here loom over her forever and permanently keep her a shell of her former self? Matilda didn't seem to know herself, shortly after the second knee punished her belly, leaving her quivering in place and lamenting her strength as if it was a thing of the past. Maybe it was, maybe Matilda would never get it back....Either way Mitzi no longer cared, it wasn't her concern if this was the end of Matilda. That was the true cruelty of the moment, the woman who broke Matilda didn't give a damn about any of the long term consequences to her domination. Matilda was an opponent at first and now just a punching bag, to be pounded until Mitzi got everything she wanted out of her.

"God they're going to love this, put a picture of you right before that match and one of you know and every client who loves to see domination would lose their mind. You're a perfect picture of defeat." Mitzi taunted, stepping back and raising her fists. If Matilda was looking up she'd likely be dreading what came next, for Mitzi didn't hold anything back even now. Her first punch was a hard right to the belly button, digging into the meat of Matilda's belly and pushing her fist into those broken abs once more. The next was a left to the side, hitting Matilda hard enough to almost force her to move as Mitzi targeted any spot she thought was a weak area on an already shattered body. The last was a right, an uppercut that went higher than the previous too and would dig into the skin and push against the body of Matilda. Mitzi couldn't resist stepping in and impaling the poor woman on her fist again, watching Matilda suffer to reveal in her complete defeat.

[Weonna]

Each blow dragged Matilda further from reality and deeper into a place of helpless ruin.

The first punch—a cruel right hand, low and direct—dug into her navel, sinking through the battered wall of her midsection like a blade into softened armor.

"Ahhh—hhhaaa…!"

Her moan cracked as her hips bucked forward from the impact, her body twitching in the restraints. Her glistening abs, red and trembling, caved inward under Mitzi’s fist, every strained breath hitching in her throat as she felt the sharp ache radiate outward like fire licking across her torso.

She had no time to recover.

The second strike—a heavy left—slammed into her side with brutal precision.

"Ghhhaahh—!"

Her mouth opened wider, a hoarse, needy cry slipping from her lips as her body twisted with the blow, sweat flying from her in a graceful arc. The ropes creaked from the sudden motion, her arms trembling, thighs pressed together for balance she didn’t have. Her belly contorted, abused muscle fibers twitching violently as her legs gave another soft tremble.

And then came the third.

A devastating uppercut, so viciously placed it felt like it pierced through her stomach and brushed her spine.

"H-hhaAA—AAAH!"

Her voice shattered—no longer a moan, not a scream, but a wild, cracked gasp filled with anguish, defeat, and raw, broken sensuality. Her head shot back, red hair flinging upward in a messy wave. Her body lifted slightly from the mat as the force jolted through her like lightning, before falling limp again.

Her lips quivered. Her eyes barely opened. Her entire abdomen throbbed in soft, rhythmic spasms, painted in hues of red and pink, a landscape of total devastation. She was shaking… slow, soft pulses that rolled from her belly to her thighs, her strength finally collapsing completely.

Her voice returned, barely a breath:

"I… I’m… going to fall, ja…?"

It wasn’t a question. It was a surrender.

She could feel it—the edges of consciousness fraying, darkness blooming behind her eyes like an unwelcome kiss. Her head slumped forward, chin resting against her collarbone, lips parted, a final whisper leaking out:

"Mitzi… you’ve… destroyed me…"


And as the light dimmed in her fluttering eyes, her body sagged in the ropes, beautiful and still, a dripping, heaving monument to what Mitzi Roth could do when properly motivated.

[Fairy Dragon]

The punches were like her performance in the match, deceptive with their precision. You couldn't tell how devastating they would be until they had already connected and that was how it was for Matilda. At first glance she was just another fighter, a prize fighter at that looking to make a few bucks fighting. She never saw the monster capable of destroying her for what it was until it was laying into, with calculated shots that tore through her defenses like it was nothing. Now she could only feel every hit, the punches coming in slow, making sure she felt every hit as they tore through her once again only this time without the hope that Matilda could recover from it. The pain and whimpering from the first two punches showed how much the match and the subsequent beatdown put Matilda through, leaving her a devastated mess who felt every bit of pain radiating from her body from the slams and knees and of course the punches. Her belly being the biggest mark of that beating, the main focus of Mitzi's primal attack. She liked attacking one spot out of repetition because it was easier but by no means was her effort as lazy as her thinking, even now she hit spots that caused Matilda the most amount of pain and made her body shake in anticipation of her next hit, which was worst than the last. Then when the final uppercut connected and Mitzi pressed in she could finally sense something else, she'd pushed through everything Matilda had left. With it the last embers of the Matilda the warrior were slain. Utterly conquered by Mitzi Roth. "Yes...you are." Mitzi said, somehow understanding what Matilda's words meant. She was giving up, not because she thought she could come back and fight her more...she was conceding that Mitzi had done everything she said she was going to do, that she was for all intents and purposes, inferior to her this day. Matilda went further as the last life in her eyes started to fade, admitting to it completely. Mitzi was her conqueror. Something riled up in Mitzi in that moment, this was just a job, even now it was all about the pay. She wouldn't dream of doing this in her own spare time without money on the table...at least she wouldn't before this day. But something about this moment, something about the sweat on her brow, the way Matilda's body shook with each hit, the sounds of pain. The way the German woman slowly lost her composure and turned from a proud warrior to a broken woman at her hands...it was exhilarating in a way that Mitzi had never cared for. She'd dominated women before, what made this one different?

"That's right...And now you'll never forget it...No one will." Mitzi said, her heart rate beating fast with a dose of adrenaline pumping through her body. She felt alive, she felt like a woman! Looking at Matilda's broken body sagging on the ropes, completely out of it...broken because of her flipped a new sensation into Mitzi...she couldn't quite put it into words yet, but in that moment she lost it. With a devilish grin she punched Matilda's belly, pounding the exhausted abs simply for fun, and then did it again...and again. She felt her arms shift when she turned her body to execute the next punch and then went hard into the other one, throwing more punches into Matilda's belly to use like a heavy bag, making it redder, all because she simply enjoyed the feeling of pounding it! Matilda's body bounced in place, bound by the ropes to stay up but no life left in her that Mitzi could force awake, but the feeling was enough. Her fist sinking into the flesh and feeling it yield made Mitzi smile more and more, she wanted to keep going until her arms fell off...until she heard her phone ring again. The trance Mitzi was in broke and she looked at her phone remembering why she was here. This wasn't about fulfilling some domination kink...this was about business. "That...that was dumb, she can't even feel it anymore." Mitzi said, glad no one was around to see her act in such a stupid way. She went over to her phone and turned the camera on, pointing it at Matilda's lifeless body, and taking the photo to send to her client. She captured the sweaty German and her slack figure, the red and pink belly that she had completely destroyed and a once proud German warrior who had met her match. Sending the pic to the client she started to pace around the room waiting for confirmation for her money, trying to look normal after her bout of insanity. That was reckless, it couldn't happen again no matter how fun it was. Mitzi Roth tried to tell herself she would never do it again...but part of her silent wished for more clients to make more requests for Matilda.

[Weonna]

Matilda hung in the ropes like a shattered masterpiece—suspended, motionless, perfectly ruined.

Her long, red hair clung in damp strands to her flushed cheeks, framing a face locked in serene defeat. Her lips were parted slightly, swollen from gasps and moans, now gently rising and falling with shallow, unconscious breaths. Her toned arms hung limply, stretched overhead by the ropes that bound her, her fingers twitching once, then falling still.

Her abs—once the proud armor of a warrior—were a tapestry of bruised reds and dusky pinks, glistening under the soft light, each slow breath drawing out the gentle ripple of pain still echoing through her belly. Her thighs remained tensed, firm but quivering, the final echoes of resistance still etched into their curves. Her glistening skin shimmered faintly with every tiny movement her unconscious body made. Even in defeat her face is still angelic...

And then came the sound of boots clicking against the concrete floor.

Rianne

Rianne Evans stepped through the door like a storm wrapped in silk, the bright light from the hallway outlining her silhouette in a teasing glow. She stopped mid-step when her eyes met the sight before her—and smiled.

"Well, bloody ell... ain't this a gorgeous bit of chaos?"

she whispered to herself.

She slowly stepped in, letting the door close behind her, her gaze drinking in the sight of Matilda first. A soft, predatory hum rolled from her lips as she approached, hands on her hips, head tilted in sheer admiration.

"Mitzi, luv… whatever I was expectin’ when I came back 'ere, it weren’t this."

Her eyes roamed Matilda’s limp body, every mark, every drop of sweat, every inch of violated strength. Rianne let out a low whistle as she stood just inches from the German woman, her breath catching for a moment as if in awe.

"You’ve turned 'er into art, y’know that?"

she said, voice dripping with both reverence and desire.

"She don’t even know where she is, poor thing… might not for a while."

She raised a single hand and brushed her knuckles softly across Matilda’s cheek, admiring the way her head shifted ever so slightly in response, even unconscious.

And then Rianne leaned in close, her lips hovering just above Matilda’s.

"Cheers for the show, darling,"

she whispered softly, before pressing a slow, sensual kiss to the German’s lips.

It was gentle, intimate—less a kiss of affection, more one of claiming. Her own lips moved slowly against Matilda’s, savoring the heat and softness of a body still trembling from defeat.

When she finally pulled away, her tongue slid briefly across her lower lip, and her gaze turned to Mitzi with a sparkle in her eyes.

"You, my dear,"

Rianne said with a sultry smirk,

"are not just a prizefighter. You’re a bloody artist. An’ I think it’s time we talk business, yeah?"

[Fairy Dragon]

A few precious clicks of her phone were the only sounds made for almost a few minutes. Mitzi didn't say a word, only focused on taking the pictures and sending them to the clients to make sure she got her compensation and naturally Matilda couldn't speak at all. Despite Mitzi's embarrassment at indulging herself the air of dominance returned shortly after the pictures were sent, some of the clients spoke on her work and expressed amazement at what she'd done before confirming the money, and it let Mitzi take in the moment for what it was hearing it said by a third party. Matilda Schröder was a young and proud fighter, who had an impressive start into every world of combat she entered into, winning a championship early into MMA career and only losing it because of her struggles to make weight which wore her down. She was young, fast, strong, a quicker thinker who could take a lot of pain and keep going. If she won she did it with Grace and stood proud, and if she lost she held her head up high and maintained her dignity. None of that mattered to Mitzi Roth, her impressive grappling skills were neutralized early into the match, her endurance was nothing when it met Mitzi's fist, her belly beaten so badly so quickly that it left Matilda without any room to fight back once it became the focus of Mitzi's attack. And her dignity? That was what Mitzi ruined the most, before the fight was even over Matilda was already crying...begging for Mitzi to stop, already afraid of what Mitzi could do to her once she realized she couldn't stop it. After it was over and she woke her up again, that was all she had, Matilda was soon nothing but a meek shell of a woman who couldn't put up a brave face if it killed her, Mitzi killed the warrior and then the woman in the same night and turned what was left into her canvas. That was what laid in front of her, Matilda's body was a barely moving visage of Mitzi's power a testament to her strength that she was capturing with a few images. She had destroyed the German in almost every way you could want too and Mitzi couldn't deny that the accomplishment of doing so was it's own reward...which felt blasphemous to her an hour ago, to want something for a fight other than her dough. Mitzi stepped in closer, admiring the sight of Matilda's broken body even more when something else finally broke her trance, not her phone...but an intruder! The woman's voice and accent cut through louder than her steps, she didn't even hear the door open.

"What the-Who just barges into a place like this? What do you want?" Mitzi said, slightly embarrassed despite having nothing to be embarrassed about. Maybe it was just her being silly but someone else cutting between her and Matilda felt...wrong. Even more so because Rianne wen right up to Matilda and started to admire her like a painting, touching her face, slightly brushing her hair and finally closing the gap between their lips to plant a kiss on them. Mitzi was confused, too confused to talk or step in. A mixed feeling swam through her gut. She felt a similar bit of pride well up in her when Rianne praised her work, proud that someone else could appreciate the sight of the broken wrestler, but then she went and kissed her in such a manner that it made Mitzi want to yank her off, for disturbing her work...which was another strange feeling for Mitzi to wonder why that would bother her. Before she said a word Rianne broke the kiss, looking rather pleased with her dominant gesture before addressing Mitzi and admiring her more directly. Calling her an artist and wanting to discuss business, did she know about the client work she does? Was she one of her clients? Mitzi wanted to know but didn't want to directly ask, at least not yet. "What business could you have with me? Last I checked you barely know that woman, and right now your actually in the middle of my business. You may know who I am but I don't know you, and I think you should introduce yourself if you want to discuss anything." Mitzi said stepping in closer and getting a better look at the bombshell who intruded in her space.

[Weonna]

Rianne pulled back from Matilda’s slack lips, savoring the lingering warmth for just a moment longer before finally turning her full attention to Mitzi. The Englishwoman’s violet eyes gleamed with amusement as she casually licked her bottom lip, her expression the picture of smug satisfaction.

Mitzi's demand for an introduction only made her grin wider.

"Name’s Rianne Evans, luv,"

she said easily, planting one hand on her hip, the other motioning lazily between herself and the unconscious German hanging limply behind her.

"An’ I reckon you’ve just given me an idea worth a bloody fortune."

She took a slow, confident step toward Mitzi, heels clicking smartly against the floor, the casual sway of her hips showing off the body she spent so many years perfecting.

"See,"

Rianne continued, her tone playful but sharp underneath,

"I ain’t just another pretty face who's good at takin' a few bumps. I’m a brand. Clothes, fitness, appearance—it's my bread an’ butter, yeah?"

She paused, flashing a cheeky smirk.

"Problem is, wrestlin’... well, wrestlin’s messy. Losses, bruises, the lot. Makes it hard to look good, let alone sell meself to the bigshots. Sponsors love a winner, y'know. They don't pay big money for a bird who gets flattened every month."

Her voice dipped lower, more serious now, almost silky:

"That’s where you come in, Mitzi Roth."

Rianne motioned lazily to Matilda’s beaten, glistening body behind her—a glimmer of admiration still in her eye.

"You didn’t just beat 'er. You ruined 'er. Turned a powerhouse into a puddle."

She snapped her fingers sharply.

"Just like that. And you barely broke a sweat doin’ it."

She took another step closer, now within arm’s reach of Mitzi, her voice dipping into something conspiratorial, almost seductive.

"I want that. Not done to me, mind you—done for me."

She gave a soft, breathy chuckle, savoring the look Mitzi gave her.

"You’re a mercenary, right? Paid to make a mess o' people? Well, 'ow about this..."

she said, circling Mitzi slightly like a cat eyeing a much stronger animal but still bold enough to poke it.

"I hire ya. Off the books. Private work. Whenever some daft tart or overhyped starlet gets in my way, you step in... break 'em down. Nice an’ clean. Just like this little masterpiece 'ere."

She tilted her head meaningfully toward Matilda.

"You keep doin’ what you do best… an’ I keep my pretty face, my brand, an' my record nice an' shiny."
"You get paid handsomely... and maybe, just maybe, you get a few extra perks too."

She smiled, coy and mischievous, leaving the last part intentionally vague.

Then she offered her hand out to Mitzi, palm up, nails painted a glossy crimson.

"What d'you say, luv? You an’ me… partners in a bit o’ beautiful destruction?"