Ambre Brault vs. Matilda Schröder II

[Weonna]

Matilda was still dazed, her head pounding from the awkward slam that had just snapped her momentum in two. She clenched her teeth, eyes half-lidded, as she tried to push herself up from the mat—but her body was heavy, slow to respond, and each breath came with a dull ache in her ribs.

She barely registered Ambre’s footsteps closing in behind her… until she felt her arms hooked, wrists pulled back in a tight, commanding grip.

“Nnnghh… Ambre…?”

She blinked, only now realizing she was being lifted—her chest pulled forward, her legs dragged up just enough to tip her balance completely.

Ambre’s breath was warm at her neck, her grip tight and determined.

“Scheiße…”

And then—

SLAM

The crowd gasped as Matilda’s body was spiked into the canvas face-first, her chest flattening against the mat and her arms pinned behind her in a helpless spread. The force of Ambre’s Pearl’s Crusher rippled through the ring, the ropes shaking from the sheer impact.

Matilda’s body arched for a split second on reflex before settling flat on the canvas, her cheek pressing against the mat, red hair fanned out wildly.

A low, winded groan escaped her lips.

“Haaahh… nghhh…”

Her arms were still limp behind her, her body motionless for several moments. The once-dominant Barbarian Woman now lay face-down and vulnerable, her chest rising slowly as she fought to breathe again.

The crowd was on their feet, roaring at the sight of Ambre hitting her signature, and Matilda—sweaty, breathless, and dazed—could do little more than let out a soft, frustrated whimper as her world still spun from the devastating slam.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre executed her Face Crusher and fell to her knees, still panting with exhaustion because she hadn't fully recovered her strength. The Frenchwoman looked at Matilda on the ground, still lying on her stomach and motionless, but she could still hear her opponent's breathing... She wasn't knocked out. At the same time, this was only her signature move; her finishers were more powerful, but it showed once again how strong Matilda was.

Ambre stood up, grabbing her opponent's legs, sighing slightly with exhaustion before lifting the German wrestler with the strength of her arms alone and flipping her in the air, letting her land on her back against the pole. The Black Pearl grabbed Matilda's thighs once more to push them forward, folding her opponent in half for a pinfall!

[Weonna]

Ambre’s hands trembled slightly as she grasped Matilda’s thick legs, sweat dripping down her brow as she sucked in a few desperate breaths. The Face Crusher had taken a lot out of both of them—and yet, Matilda still wasn’t out.

Still breathing. Still alive.

She lifted Matilda with effort, flipping the redhead over and letting her crash against the mat on her back. With a groan, Ambre folded Matilda forward, pinning her down tightly by the thighs and stacking her shoulders in a deep, folded pin.

The referee dove beside them.

“ONE!...”

Matilda’s eyes fluttered open, a sharp breath escaping her lungs as she felt the pressure bearing down on her ribs and shoulders.

“TWO!...”

Matilda growled low in her throat, summoning what strength she could. Her body was sluggish, the fatigue now catching up with her, but she refused to let this end now—not like this.

“RRRGH—!”

At the very last moment, Matilda kicked out, her powerful legs bucking Ambre off her and sending the Frenchwoman rolling back slightly!

Matilda rolled onto her side with a wince, one hand grabbing at her back, her chest heaving as she tried to fill her lungs. Her limbs felt heavy, her spine sore from the impact, and her head still buzzed from the earlier slam.

She was clearly struggling—the wear and tear of the match was finally catching up with the Barbarian Woman. But even so, her eyes flicked toward Ambre with a glint of defiance.

She wasn’t done yet.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite the folding pin, Mathilda managed to push the Frenchwoman back with her legs, forcing Ambre to take a few steps back and release the German. She was so close to victory, but now she had to start all over again, especially since she could understand the look in her opponent's eyes. A look she'd received many times from her opponents, a look that screamed that it wasn't over.

It was a little strange to receive that kind of look and not be the one giving it, but it meant only one thing: Ambre was dominating, and that hadn't even happened in their first match! The Frenchwoman simply smiled, letting Mathilda stand up before lunging at her for another test of strength, this time in a collar and elbow, even though she'd lost the first one early in the match!

[Weonna]

Matilda’s boots scraped against the canvas as Ambre surged into the lock-up, their bodies crashing together in a tight collar-and-elbow tie-up. For a brief moment, Matilda tried to reset her footing, but her core still screamed in protest. The punishment from earlier—the relentless strikes, the Pearl’s Crusher—had left her winded, and her grip faltered just enough.

Her eyes narrowed as Ambre drove forward, gaining ground—something that had not happened the first time they locked up.

Matilda let out a low grunt through clenched teeth, her muscles straining, sweat glistening along her shoulders as she was slowly forced back.

“Kh… nghh… not bad… Fräulein…”

she muttered, a drop of sweat trailing from her brow to her jaw.

It was a rare feeling. To be pushed.

This wasn’t like their last match.

Matilda felt her pride flare, but even more than that—she felt alive.

“You’re stronger… than before,”

she breathed out, her body still resisting, still refusing to fall completely.

“But don’t get cocky… zis Barbarian still fights.”

Even while being pushed back, her eyes never broke from Ambre’s. That same wild spark still burned, even behind the strain.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Unlike their first match, Ambre was now more experienced, and it was a great improvement in learning new holds, becoming stronger, more resilient, and developing her own fighting style. She hadn't expected it, but she won the collar and elbow tie-up. Matilda couldn't push her back, and Ambre wasn't pushing with all her might.

A few strands of hair remained stuck to her face and forehead because of the sweat, but that didn't bother the Black Pearl, who continued to look Matilda in the eyes, sighing slightly in exhaustion before starting to push forward a little harder to force the German back.

"Thank you... I've trained hard to hopefully beat you..."

She continued to move forward, her breathing getting heavier and her steps faster and faster, until she pinned Matilda against the ropes and pressed her body against hers, waiting for the referee to intervene before releasing Matilda and stepping back.

"But also to become champion!"

[Weonna]

Matilda’s back hit the ropes with a dull thud, her chest rising and falling as Ambre pressed in close. She could feel the sweat-slicked heat of the Frenchwoman’s body against hers, feel the pulse of her breath, and hear the sincerity in her voice.

Matilda’s lips parted slightly, her breath shallow, her muscles burning with exhaustion. And yet, that fire in her gut—the one that always lit up when someone tried to rise above her—began to smolder.

The referee stepped in between them, gesturing for the break. Ambre complied, stepping back with discipline and grace—but Matilda wasn’t stepping back. Not yet.

With no warning, the Barbarian Woman suddenly lunged forward, her arms snapping low and tight around Ambre’s waist.

“Zat’s a noble dream… schätzchen,”

she growled in Ambre’s ear,

“But I didn’t return to be your stepping stone.”

And with that—Matilda hoisted Ambre off the ground, twisting her hips in one explosive motion.

“HAAAHH!!”

The crowd roared as Matilda launched Ambre into the air with a brutal Gutwrench Suplex!

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had just won this test of strength and panted rapidly near her opponent's face and ear, staring into Matilda's eyes before slowly releasing her as the referee had just instructed. She carried out the referee's order, and before she could even back away, her opponent lunged at the defenseless Frenchwoman to attack her.

"Nghh?!"

Ambre tried to push her opponent away by grabbing her shoulders and even backing away to avoid being caught, but it was already too late. Matilda had a clear idea of ​​what she wanted to do and had a good grip on the Black Pearl. Ambre found herself in the air and the next second thrown against the pole with great force by Matilda's new suplex.

"Arrghhh!!.."

The impact was so explosive and powerful that the ring ropes continued to vibrate. Ambre rolled over to lie on her back and find herself near the ropes, using them to start getting up before Matilda took the opportunity to follow up with a submission on the ground.

[Weonna]

Matilda didn’t wait. The second Ambre hit the mat and began to roll toward the ropes, the German powerhouse was already on the move—gritting her teeth, shaking off the fatigue, eyes locked in.

The crowd was still buzzing from the explosive gutwrench, and now they were about to get even more.

Matilda lunged forward, grabbing hold of Ambre’s waist from behind, her muscular arms locking in around the Frenchwoman’s core just as she tried to pull herself up on the ropes.

“Nein, nein—get up on my terms,”

Matilda growled, her voice low, primal, her breath hot against Ambre’s damp back.

With a sudden burst of strength, she hauled Ambre up off her feet, lifting her into the air in one swift, brutal motion—

“HAAAHH!!”

—before slamming her back down with a thunderous German Suplex, the force of it shaking the canvas.

Spoiler

But Matilda didn’t let go.

She bridged slightly, then rolled her hips, dragging Ambre back up to her feet, her arms never leaving her waist.

“Zat vas one…”

she panted, tightening her grip.

Another lift. Another arc. Another crash.

“Two!”

The second suplex should leave Ambre nearly breathless. Matilda held on, sweat pouring off her brow, muscles trembling from effort.

With a savage growl, Matilda powered up one last time, dragging Ambre back to her feet for a final ride.

“Let’s see how much you really vant zat championship!”

With a final roar, Matilda launched her up and over—German Suplex #3—and this time she bridged it deep, pinning Ambre’s shoulders firmly to the mat.

The referee dove in.

“ONE!...”

“TWO!...”

Would Ambre have anything left to survive the Triple Suplex Hell Matilda had just delivered?

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre feared a submission move on the ground and tried to get up as quickly as possible, leaning on the ropes, out of breath. She breathed quickly and heavily while thinking back to Matilda's fighting style, reminding herself that the German was a pure powerhouse and that in this case, standing or lying down, nothing would work for her!

"Shoot!..."

Ambre growled as her opponent was already there, grabbing the Frenchwoman in her arms to force her to her feet and taking advantage of the Black Pearl's fatigue and pain to follow up with another suplex! The ropes trembled at the impact, the Frenchwoman groaned in pain and sat up slightly to caress her back and shoulders... But her punishment didn't stop there.

"Raaarghh!!.."

Matilda wasn't finished with Ambre yet and followed up with two more suplexes, each time lifting the Frenchwoman into the air for a few seconds to prepare for an impressive impact. The crowd screamed and chanted with each of Matilda's suplexes, while Ambre's moans became less and less loud...

"Aaaghh!... Hahhh!.."

Ambre lay on her back, exhaling long and discreetly in pain to catch her breath. She was doubled over, still trapped in Matilda's arms, who had decided to finish her suplex with a pin. The Black Pearl remained silent, hearing the referee count the first second of the pin... Then the second... Before finally deciding to move, moving her shoulders and, more importantly, kicking in front of her to push her opponent away and end the pinfall at the last second!