Overcoming Laziness

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi demanded answers, and eventually she got them. The cocky woman who just kissed her prize introduced herself as Rianne Evans. She heard the name before but she wasn’t aquatinted, meaning this must’ve been a direct first meeting for both of them. The way she talked about Matilda, she must’ve been watching the match which left Mitzi asking herself a few more questions. But in the meantime she continued to listen to Rianne, who slowly got to the point. It was a few more words than Mitzi cared for but the gist was obvious, I’m pretty and use that to my advantage and I can’t do that if I’m getting my ass kicked in the ring. So I want you to kick ass in my place and help me mooch off that. Mitzi was a merc, no doubt about it and she used people like Matilda to show why having a merc was a good idea. But usually her serves were for clients who didn’t fight. To serve one who did was a little odd since it meant someone else was profiting off her work. The bigger concern was how she knew that. Mitzi only told one other wrestler about her contracts and that woman was in no condition to talk about it after Mitzi was done. Her mind went to the Win Big contract she got right before the match, did someone know Rianne was watching? Or was that Rianne? Even if it was that still didn’t answer how she came to know about her private work, and it still didn’t tell Mitzi if she should accept this offer or not.

“How did you know about my mercenary work?” Mitzi asked bluntly getting the thought out there before moving on to other questions. “So you want me to give the Matilda special to other women? I could be persuaded to do that I suppose. But would you expect me to only follow your orders? Because if so that’s a lot of money I’m taking off the table and would be harder to sell me on unless you have a huge price tag for me.” Mitzi said watching Rianne to see how she’d react to Mitzi’s words. She seemed playful and cocky and she certainly had the look to justify it. It didn’t shock Mitzi one bit that this woman valued her looks, everything about her looked like it was made out a factory, something you see in a magazine that makes you envious and buy a bunch of cosmetics hoping to look half as good. In other words, she was good at selling bullshit. Mitzi had to be smarter than that before she took her hand. “I’m sure those perks are real nice Rianne. But I’d like an idea on how much I’m getting paid in this arrangement before I say yes or no.” Mitzi said, putting her foot down but rejecting her outright. This offer still had teeth and Mitzi was never going to turn away money, but right now it seemed like a lot of extra work.

[Weonna]

Rianne grinned like a cat that had caught a canary when Mitzi fired her questions back at her. She liked that. A woman who thought sharp and protected her own interests.

"How’d I know?"

she repeated casually, giving a cheeky little shrug.

"Simple, luv. You fight like a merc. You don’t give a toss about the crowd, about the belts, none o' that rubbish. You care about the coin. Only ones who fight that clean, that cold, that bloody vicious are fighters who get paid per job, not per applause."

She stepped a little closer again, arms folded now, her violet eyes glittering with a sly edge.

"I saw you clockin’ the crowd durin’ the beatin’, checkin' your work, lookin’ for the best angles. And the way you woke poor Matilda up afterwards..." She gave a low chuckle. "Darlin’, no wrestler’s that thorough unless there’s money waitin' at the end of the line."

She leaned in just a touch more, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr:

"Takes a hustler to spot a hustler, Mitzi."

Rianne backed off a little to let the weight of her words settle before addressing the bigger issue—the cost.

"As for yer second question,"

she continued, twirling a strand of her silvery blonde hair between two fingers,

"I ain’t askin’ for a leash, no. You’re too valuable for that. What I’m offerin’ is priority."

"You still take outside jobs. Still wreck whoever's payin'. But when I call—" she tapped her temple lightly with a manicured nail, "—you answer first. You become my little secret weapon for when it matters most. Nothin' too often, nothin' that ties you down. Just a few choice moments where you remind the world who the bloody Queen of LAW is gonna be.
She smirked.

"An’ don’t worry, sweets. I got the funds to make it worth your while. My brand’s big. Real big. Sponsors, fitness deals, gear lines. Lotta cash floatin’ around lookin’ for a home."

But then she cocked her head, her grin turning positively wicked.

"In fact... I reckon you’re missin’ a trick yourself, Mitzi."

She motioned lazily to Matilda’s battered, glistening body tied up still like a living, breathing trophy.

"What you just did to ‘er... y'know there’s blokes—an' girls—who’d pay good money to watch that happen live, right?"

she said with a wink.

She raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with playful business sense.

"OnlyFans, luv. Private clips. Exclusive beatdowns. The ‘Mitzi Roth Experience’. You film it. Charge admission. Custom requests. Paid live streams. Turn every knockout you deliver into double, triple payday. Hell, I'd pay to see you break down some smug cow I don't like."

She licked her lips, playful but serious underneath it all.

"You’re sittin’ on a bloody goldmine, and you don’t even know it."

Then, softer, more enticing:

"You an’ me, we ain’t gotta just survive this business, Mitzi. We could own it."

And she extended her hand again, palm open, shimmering with opportunity.

"So what d'you say, luv? Partners in crime… or do you wanna stay just another prizefighter while someone else cashes in?"

[Fairy Dragon]

Rianne didn’t let her questions bother her, she must’ve expected that Mitzi wouldn’t bite easily. So at least she didn’t think Mitzi was a dumb muscle head she could throw at anyone. She claimed to figure out what she did by the way she acted in the ring, which Mitzi didn’t fully buy but Rianne knew enough that it was at least a believable lie if it was one at all. She certainly peeped how she went about her business and certain toy the fact that she was doing what she did to Matilda now without much pleasure in mind would give it away….Mitzi certainly wasn’t going to admit she started to enjoy it more than the money called for just now. The second question was more important and Rianne quickly assured her that it was a priority game not an exclusive one. So Mitzi Roth could still be Mitzi Roth…only Rianne was now offering something better. Asking her to advertise her work more and make it more available. It was true some would pay good money to see what she just did to Matilda live, but it ran into two roadblocks. The first was that it made her contracts less pricy. If she did a more public service more people would see it and she would have to charge less for the privilege. She might be able to get away with that still but that was a risk. The second…. “Livestreams and stuff like that is much harder to maintain. Not something I’d do if it was just me because the extra work didn’t seem worth the money. But if you’re suggesting a partnership you might be able to help with that I suppose.” Mitzi said. Almost like having a manager. A manager who looked good and seemed to want to kick ass too.

“If your pockets are half as big as your selling them as we might have partnership. And if you’re saying you can get me better deals for my work that would be a great place to start because as fun as beating her was..it’s still just a job.” Mitzi said, gesturing to Matilda behind them. Mitzi somehow felt oddly attached to the redhead despite finding her irritating during the match. Maybe it was the way her face was now, completely at peace compared to her wrecked body, especially the abs. But something made her want to really get her moneys worth next time. Maybe Matilda would ask for a rematch. If she did she might need Rianne’s extra services to make it worthwhile. With that she reached out and slowly took Rianne’s hand. “You got yourself a deal. Just hold up your end of the bargain and I’ll be your muscle.” Mitzi said. Starting off a potential deal maker for herself.

[Weonna]

The moment Mitzi’s hand slid into hers, Rianne’s smile lit up like a fox who’d just found her way into the henhouse.

"Atta girl,"

Rianne purred, giving Mitzi’s hand a firm, confident shake before letting it go with a slow, deliberate slide of her fingers.

"Knew you had a good 'ead on yer shoulders... along with those lovely fists o' yours."

She stepped back with a little skip in her step, practically beaming with satisfaction.

"Oh, trust me, luv. You ain't gonna regret this. Better deals, better clients, bigger coin... an’ maybe a bit o' fun along the way."

She winked slyly, clearly savoring the new partnership blooming between them.

Then, as if the business part was done and dusted, Rianne turned her attention back to Matilda's sagging, beautiful form against the ropes.

She tilted her head, still admiring the work Mitzi had left—Matilda's chest rising and falling weakly, her red, ruined belly on full display, her flushed face the very picture of a defeated warrior at peace.

Rianne’s violet eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Say, luv…"

she said, tossing a glance back toward Mitzi over her shoulder, playful but ever so slightly coy,

"since we’re partners now… any chance you’d let me 'ave a little playtime with yer masterpiece ‘fore you tidy her up?"

She sauntered closer to Matilda, tracing a teasing finger along the ropes that bound the German’s wrists overhead, her voice lowering to a soft, sultry whisper.

"She’s just sittin’ there beggin’ for a bit more attention... it'd be a shame not to enjoy all that hard work you’ve done, yeah?"

Rianne leaned in, her lips ghosting dangerously close to Matilda’s slack cheek, close enough to feel the heat still radiating from the broken fighter’s body.

"I’ll be gentle… ish."

she added with a wicked grin.

[Fairy Dragon]

The partnership was secured, Mitzi's brutal beat down of Matilda had given her more offers that she expected and now it seemed that if Rianne was a woman of her word that Mitzi was about to be swimming in dough, enough that she could do whatever she wanted in her spare time. It was a good feeling, one that Mitzi kept trying to bring down to avoid the risk of a crash and burn. She was still waiting for some catch, some trick that would ruin the whole thing like Rianne taking some of her earnings, so far that didn't happen but as Rianne basked in the moment her attention turned back to Matilda. Beautiful, helpless, unconscious Matilda who's body was shaking in the corner, only staying up by her wrists against the restraints and looking majestic in spite of the poor shape of her body, the sweat was starting to fade but the bruises and the marks especially around her belly were still visible, thankfully her face was clear of any of those marks since Mitzi had avoided too many headshots besides the smother attempt early on, letting you know Matilda was no longer feeling any of the pain of her fight....until Rianne stepped in close again. A glint in her eye that told Mitzi she was up to no good, she was enamored with her work and the result of it, the fact that Matilda was quite beautiful and still looked it despite her suffering certainly helped. Her offer caught Mitzi off guard, she wanted to play with her more. To do...who knows what to an already defeated woman. Mitzi watched her face get closer to her cheek, close enough to kiss her again and felt a moment of shock followed by...defiance.

"Hold on!" Mitzi said stepping in close and pointing at Rianne but not quite touching her yet. She took a second to think of anything, mainly because she was confused as to what she found wrong with Rianne's request, what did she care if the woman wanted to play with Matilda? Matilda was a cocky bitch who dared think she was better than Mitzi, only to be pounded so badly the German was left acting like a baby...but Mitzi felt some odd respect for her the redhead that wouldn't just let her allow that. Something clicked between the two in the moment right before Matilda passed out, like she gave Mitzi the proper respect that few ever did...and Mitzi found herself wanting to return that respect. She scrambled to come up with an excuse that didn't sound sappy and pathetic, eventually settling on one Rianne would understand. "That's still my masterpiece, more importantly she just got me a lot of money. See this?" Mitzi said raising her phone to show the first client that requested the belly torture Matilda just went through, along with the pic Mitzi sent them and the $1000 transaction. "This girl is a gold mine, and she's my gold mine, I can't let anyone damage her besides me until all potential clients are satisfied, so I'm afraid that since your just a partner and not a paying customer, Matilda here is off limits." Mitzi said, glad that her reasoning didn't sound totally lame. She still struggled with why she needed one but for now she was just happy Rianne could back off now.

[Weonna]

Rianne paused mid-reach, turning slowly to face Mitzi as the mercenary laid down her reasoning. The cockney blonde's violet eyes flickered from the phone screen to Mitzi’s face, watching her carefully.

At first, she just blinked.

Then that wide, wicked smile returned.

"Ooooh, I see now, I do,"

she cooed, crossing her arms under her chest and cocking her hip out to the side, posture casual but her gaze razor sharp.

She gave a slow, low whistle, her voice laced with mischief.

"Didn't peg you for the sentimental type, Mitzi Roth."

Before Mitzi could protest or look defensive, Rianne laughed softly and held up her hands, a mock gesture of surrender.

"Easy, luv, easy. Ain't judgin'. In fact, I’m bloody chuffed about it. Shows you've got a bit more heart in ya than just muscles an’ fists. Nothin’ wrong with takin’ pride in yer work... or in yer canvas."

Her eyes slid back toward Matilda, still hanging limp and utterly exposed. Rianne's gaze softened just slightly—not mockery, but a different kind of appreciation.

Then she turned back to Mitzi with a sly glint in her eye.

"Tell ya what then, Mitzi."

She reached slowly into the pocket of her designer jacket, pulling out a sleek black credit card, twirling it between two fingers with practiced ease.

"I’ll pay."

She flashed a grin—wolfish, playful.

"Double, even. Hell, triple if that’s what it takes. Give me five minutes alone with 'er. No damage, nothin’ rough. Just a lil’... appreciation."

She tucked the card neatly into the neckline of Mitzi’s top with a cheeky wink, letting her fingers brush lightly over the mercenary’s collarbone as she withdrew her hand.

Then she leaned in close, her voice dropping into a teasing tone:

"‘Cause if I’m guessin’ right, luv… you’re not just protectin’ yer paycheck anymore, are ya? You like her. Maybe more than you’re willin’ to admit, even to yourself."

She pulled back with a soft, knowing chuckle, letting the words hang between them like a slow, sultry perfume.

"Am I wrong, Roth?"

[Fairy Dragon]

Everything she said was sound, she was certain of it. it made Rianne pause as she wondered what to do next, but then she smiled and cocked her hips observing Mitzi like she figured something out..then she called Mitzi sentimental. "What?" Mitzi asked shocked at the accusation. What was there to be sentimental about? Of course Rianne moved on before s he could even defend herself trying to make it seem like it was a good thing. As if it was true at all, Mitzi wanted to scoff at it but she was more annoyed at Rianne for even implying it. Her annoyance turned to curiosity when Rianne pulled out her credit card, shocked that the girl was actually going to pay her for time with Matilda, when she mentioned how much money Mitzi could make off of people, she didn't think that Rianne meant herself as well. She reached for the card when Rianne pushed it into her top, irritating Mitzi slightly but the idea of tripling her zeros was too much to be completely mad about. But her teasing continued insinuating that she liked Matilda, which was ridiculous given the circumstances so far. What reason would they have to like each other, Matilda's memories of Mitzi would be one of a prizefighter who destroyed her in the ring and then tied her up to do it some more. and Mitzi's was one of a cocky youngster who needed to get put in her place.

"Since your paying, go right ahead. Money makes you one of my clients and while doing the work yourself is abnormal it saves me any trouble." Mitzi said, acting nonchalant about the entire thing as she took the card and pulled it out of her top. She recognized these kinds before, most of her clients had them, it was pretty much pure gold in the modern age form for how much value it carried. More importantly it was legit, Rianne at least had the money she claimed she would offer Mitzi, and if she was true to her word she could get a lot more perks. So despite some strange pit in her stomach that was against giving Matilda up like that..she ignored it and stepped away to let Rianne have her fun.

[Weonna]

Rianne’s grin widened the moment Mitzi stepped aside, that symbolic surrender making her almost purr with satisfaction. She sauntered right up to the barely breathing Matilda, the redhead still dangling pathetically from the ropes, her bruised belly rising and falling in slow, shallow gasps.

"Gorgeous thing, aren’t ya?"

Rianne whispered almost sweetly, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Matilda’s face.


"But we can’t 'ave you nappin’ just yet, now can we?"

Without another word, she drew her arm back—and drove a sharp gut punch square into Matilda’s broken midsection.

THUMP.

Matilda’s body jerked violently at the blow, a raw, choked gasp ripping from her lips as her head snapped upright, red hair flying back. Her eyelids fluttered weakly, confusion and pain swirling in her hazy blue eyes as she was forced awake by the cruel jolt to her shredded abs.

"Tha’s it, pet. Rise an’ shine,"

Rianne cooed, smirking at the poor German’s weak, trembling body as she whimpered incoherently, barely able to comprehend where she was—or what fresh humiliation awaited her.

Carefully, almost lovingly, Rianne untied the ropes that suspended Matilda’s arms. The second the restraints gave way, the German dropped hard to her knees with a soft thud, her body slumping forward, arms limp at her sides.

Matilda looked pitiful—her powerful frame now shuddering in small, helpless twitches, lips parted in slow, broken breaths. Her bruised belly was fully exposed as she knelt there, vulnerable before both women.

Rianne tilted her head, admiring the defeated goddess before her.

"Look at you… all sweet an' docile now,"

Rianne murmured, running her hand gently under Matilda’s chin, lifting it so their eyes met.


"Wouldn’t mind havin’ a bit o' fun with a lass like you in me own time… bet you'd be just as lovely squirming under me properly."

She giggled softly, leaning down and brushing her nose against Matilda’s temple in a teasing, almost affectionate gesture.

Then without warning, Rianne straightened up—and struck, yanking Matilda’s slack form under her arm, hooking her neck in a loose front headlock.

"Time for a lil’ nap, sweet cheeks,"

she whispered with a wicked smile.

With an effortless pop of her hips, Rianne dropped her down hard with the 'Oh Snap!' DDT, Matilda’s forehead bouncing off the canvas with a sickening thud, her entire body sprawling flat against the mat, motionless once again.

Spoiler

The crowd—if there had been one—would have gasped at the sheer cruelty of it.

Rianne sat up smoothly, smiling down with an almost loving sort of admiration.

Then, with the smoothness of a seasoned model, Rianne swung one leg elegantly over Matilda's hips, settling herself down carefully atop her. Instead of mounting aggressively, she lay across Matilda’s body with practiced grace—her chest pressing lightly against Matilda’s ribs, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles to the side in a teasing, lazy sprawl.

Her upper body propped up lightly on one elbow, the other hand elegantly trailing through her silvery blonde hair as she posed, smiling slyly. She looked every bit like she was modeling for a photoshoot rather than pinning an unconscious woman.

Spoiler

"How’s this for a bit o' glamour wrestling, eh?"

Rianne teased, glancing over at Mitzi with a mischievous sparkle in her violet eyes.

She playfully adjusted the strap of her top with her free hand, pushing her chest out a little more over Matilda’s broken form, posing as if awaiting the click of a camera.

"C'mon, luv, don’t be shy. Take a snap. Reckon this’ll make us a few thousand quid easy,"

she said with a wink, still lying comfortably atop Matilda’s limp body, savoring every second of the moment.

[Fairy Dragon]

With the exchange done, nothing else could get in Rianne's way of playfully messing with Matilda, she watched her lean on he limp redhead almost cooing at her as if she was admiring everything, but when she went to wake her up she expected her to just pat her on the face a few times. She didn't expect her to punch her. The smack was loud enough that if Mitzi was looking away she'd be startled by it, and if not that Matilda's sudden gasp and groaning would've done it. The poor thing looked lost, only conscious long enough to know she was where she was last time but clearly confused as to why her punishment was continuing. Mitzi shook her head, the poor thing must've thought her admission of defeat at the end was what Mitzi really wanted, some sadist would be satisfied with that, but it would never have pleased her, and now that someone else was having her fun, nothing would've worked. Matilda was freed from her bonds but far too weak to do anything but collapse, and then forced up by Rianne who did a picture perfect DDT, proving that she had some skills. At least her words about her looks being her strength were true, this woman could fight she just didn't want to get hurt doing it all the time. Mitzi didn't even bother to check if Matilda was out, the way she jerked from the impact told her everything before she was rolled to her back looking as lifeless as last time.

"At least your arms can rest too." Mitzi joked, knowing that it was likely untrue given Rianne's plan. So far she pushed on top of her unconscious body and did a few more poses and even played with her top. Mitzi wasn't sure if that was just something she liked doing or if she was messing with her by trying to make her jealous somehow. "Need something for your only fans?" Mitzi joked again, but figured that she might get offended if she didn't so she put her phone up to see if she had a shot worth taking. A few clicks of her phone got a few images, with Rianne looking right at the camera with a sultry and seductive look that didn't hide how dangerous she was, and Matilda still looking out of it but her face so effortlessly eye catching when it was calm and ko'ed, in fact since Rianne was covering most of places where Matilda was bruised up she looked better there than she did a moment ago, even if she was a awake a moment ago.

[Weonna]

Rianne let Mitzi’s joke hang in the air for a second, her violet eyes sparkling as she posed atop the motionless redhead, hearing the soft click-click of the camera as Mitzi captured the moment.

"Oh, don’t worry, babe,"

Rianne purred, slowly sweeping her silvery hair over one shoulder as she glanced back at Mitzi.

"You’ll be credited as the creative director for this little photo shoot."

With a final toss of her hair, Rianne slid off Matilda’s torso and knelt beside her for a moment, admiring the dazed serenity still frozen on the German’s face. Her lips parted, lashes fluttering just a little from unconscious tremors. She was breathless. Gorgeous. Utterly broken.

"But I think our girl here still needs a final touch,"

Rianne mused aloud, tapping her bottom lip thoughtfully before giving a slow, wicked grin.

She rose to her feet, turned her back to Matilda’s head, and with a showy flip of her hair, she lowered herself into a deep sit—planting her backside gently, theatrically across Matilda’s upper chest, just shy of a true face-sit. Her posture was graceful, her legs crossed neatly as if she were lounging on a plush chair, not a KO’d warrior.

Then she leaned back on one arm and stretched the other skyward like a model in a fashion spread.

"What d’ya think, Mitzi? Dominance with a bit of class, yeah?"

Rianne smirked.

She gave a soft bounce, enough to make Matilda’s torso shift slightly under her weight, but not enough to harm. Just enough to send a message—that Rianne could do what she liked now, and Matilda couldn't stop her.