Overcoming Laziness

[Fairy Dragon]

When Mitzi punched her she got a loud smack but no loud moans or even a big reaction, just a fist caving it's way into a long since broken belly. But the pain must've woken Matilda up all the way for soon her body started to stir and move...before panicking at the revelation that she was suffocating under someone's rump. Her struggles made her breathe come quickly, warmly against Mitzi's ass along with her shaking face and panicked movements that started to tickle the big prizefighter. Mitzi smirked and gave Matilda's chest a chop once more.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Matilda, how was your nap?" Mitzi asked without giving her a chance to speak by remaining seated on her face no matter what Matilda tried to do, her shaking didn't stir her and her bucking only made it more fun for Mitzi to shift her weight and keep herself on top of her. "I don't mean to seem cruel, it's just some more money came in that required this too, you understand, have to do what pays the bills." Mitzi explained, wondering if Matilda could even hear her, but not getting up to get a confirmation otherwise. When Matilda tried one last buck Mitzi leaned in so that she was against it, making it harder to be knocked over and even putting her hands on Matilda's waist to stay up before her last bit of strength started to fail her. Slowly she was fading and if Mitzi stayed on she'd get another ko to her name...but just to get a chance to let Matilda breathe properly and show she had no hard feelings towards the fighter Mitzi finally sat up, getting off the redhead and giving her a chance to breathe properly.

[Weonna]

As Mitzi's weight lifted from her face, Matilda gasped desperately for air, her lungs burning with the effort of each ragged breath. Her vision swam, the world tilting and spinning around her as she struggled to regain her bearings.

Rianne's mocking laughter rang in her ears, the sound grating against her frayed nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"Look at 'er, gaspin' fer air like a fish outta water,"

the blonde sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Not so tough now, are ya, love?"

Matilda's cheeks burned with shame and humiliation, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. How had it come to this? How had she, once a proud and formidable fighter, been reduced to such a pathetic state?

[Fairy Dragon]

In what had to be her first taste of fresh air in several minutes Matilda was not very graceful looking getting it back into her system. Between the beating she took at Mitzi's hands both during and after the match and the face sitting she barely had anything else she could do besides breathe and get herself back together. Something Rianne didn't make easy with her taunting leaving the proud warrior on the brink of tears, her confidence still gone after all she endured over the past few hours. Mitzi felt bad for her part in it even though Matilda and her weren't friends or had any positive interactions besides the redheads final words before passing out, but she had picked her side and so she should stick with Rianne until further notice.

"You don't want to stay on the floor forever do you?" Mitzi asked reaching down to grab Matilda's waist and gently helping her up to her feet so that she was no longer wasting around on the floor. But when she got them both to their feet she didn't let go, her grip was still gentle but firm enough that it would be hard to break out of. "I'm curious Matilda, since you've been here longer than me, how was my performance? You didn't seem to think much of me when we started, but I bet I really impressed you out there didn't I?" Mitzi asked, which given the way she was holding Matilda right now probably looked like a threat, and something good for Rianne's eyes, watching Mitzi show off her power over a big foe up close.

[Weonna]

Matilda's head lolled from side to side, her eyes struggling to focus as she regained consciousness.

"Nein... nein..."

she muttered weakly, her German accent thick with grogginess and anger.

"Lass mich los... du verdammte Schlampe..."

Rianne chuckled, clearly enjoying the spectacle of Matilda's disorientation.

"Ooh, she's got some fight left in 'er after all,"

she purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

"Even if I can't understand a word she's sayin'. Maybe we should put it out, eh, Mitz?"

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi was holding Matilda up preparing to see what she might say, but the redhead only had a few words for her, muttering slight no's before demanding Mitzi let go of her...in a rather rude way. Despite Mitzi having the power to squeeze her silly Matilda had found some bite again much like she did early on in their match that she had lost near the end. Rianne seemed to love it since it meant they could break her spirit again, subtly asking Mitzi to follow through on her threat. Mitzi didn't need to be told directly.

"I can't let you go Matilda, we're so close now and you'd fall without me. I'd much rather give you a nice big hug." Mitzi said, before doing exactly that. Not the ind of hug Matilda would want as her already demolished waist became the victim of a very painful bear hug squeeze. Mitzi's hands came closer and closer together as they snaked around the redhead, giving her almost no breathing room and trying to see if she could get Matilda's tone to change again or if she'd stay defiant this time.

[Weonna]

Matilda gasped as Mitzi's powerful arms wrapped around her midsection, crushing the breath from her lungs with vice-like intensity. Her back arched involuntarily, her spine bending to accommodate the unrelenting pressure exerted upon her already battered body.

"Nein... Bitte... hör auf..."

Matilda pleaded, her voice a strangled whisper as the pain threatened to overwhelm her senses. She could feel her ribs creaking under the strain, the bones protesting against the brutal compression inflicted by Mitzi's merciless embrace.

[Fairy Dragon]

The pain started to grow and no doubt Matilda had some painful flashbacks to the match she endured earlier in the day. This had to be one of the worst nights of her life. Mitzi was ready to feel bad about it and then Matilda opened her mouth, reminding the prizefighter why it had been so fun to pummel her in that ring. Her waist started to shrink, to the point that Mitzi could almost sink her arms into the lower ribs if she wanted too. And soon another whisper came from Matilda, though the words this time started to resemble the ones she was saying near the end of the match. Pleading for her to stop and let her go, Mitzi gave her another squeeze in response.

"Hear that Rianne? She said please, but it didn't sound respectful did it? Matilda seems to have too much pride for her situation, you'd think someone would speak to her destroyer with a bit more respect. Someone whose proven themselves...the better woman so thoroughly that it was without question." Mitzi said, holding Matilda close and trying to bring their faces as close as possible while keeping her tight grip on Matilda's wounded body, making Matilda sit there and suffer through her position.

[Weonna]

Matilda’s lips trembled with effort as her ribs burned in Mitzi’s suffocating grip. Her battered body protested every breath, every twitch, but her glare remained defiant.

“I vill not beg,”

she growled, voice strained but full of stubborn fire.

“You can squeeze… until my bones snap, ja? But you vill never take my pride. Never.”

She coughed weakly, the pain crawling back up her spine like fire, yet she still found the strength to spit words.

“I do not belong to anyone.”

Rianne let out a long, mocking whistle as she crouched down next to them, resting her chin on her knuckles.

“Blimey… the German’s still got some fight left in her, eh? Proper stubborn, you are. I like that. Real spicy.”

She gave Matilda a cheeky wink.

“Shame it’s wasted when you’re wrapped up like a sausage in cling film.”

She tilted her head and grinned at Mitzi.

“I mean, look at ’er. Still actin’ like she’s got some kinda say. If it were me, I’d be thankin’ the both of us for even lettin’ her breathe, yeah?”

Rianne turned her eyes back to Matilda, voice dripping with teasing malice.

“But alright then, love. Be a good little warrior, keep yer chin up—while it’s still attached. ‘Cause the way you’re shakin’... I’d say you ain’t got long before yer beggin’ in German.”

She leaned in, whispering in her ear just loud enough for Matilda to hear.

“‘Bitte… ich flehe Sie an…’ Ain’t that how it goes?”

[Fairy Dragon]

Matilda was all over the place, understandably so. She clearly wanted to hold true to her defiance but the pain was making it hard to focus on that. Mitzi wondered if she would be as bold in her predicament. A thought she perished, she was a prizefighter not a warrior, her pride was only as strong as her skill was at getting zeroes in her bank account. It was foolish to even consider such a thought as holding herself to any standard besides victory like Matilda did. Rianne reminded her of that by pointing out that for all of Matilda's tough talk she was the one in a bad position, trapped in the arms of the woman who beat her earlier today and taking orders from someone else who could do the same in her current state. Rianne basically gave her the order to start squeezing again...and she would right after a little heart to hear with the German muscle herself.

"I think that crowd has something to say about who you belong too. You're having a hard time keeping that brave face and I'm not just squeezing, I could go back to punching...we all saw how well you handled that." Mitzi taunted keeping Matilda close. "You see Matilda I'm making too much right now to care about your pride, I just made so much money and will make so much more just by wiping that all away, and now I'm going to hear some more words out of you." Mitzi said before she started to squeeze, even lifting Matilda up to increase the pressure on her waist and show the German just how out matched she was with another display of Mitzi's power. Mitzi was straining to keep the hold due to Matilda's own weight but despite her struggles her arms were firmly tightened around her prey and getting tighter. While waiting on her to respond she would look at Rianne. "Pretty sure. I already heard a few, you should've seen how Matilda hear sounded halfway through the match, when she's scared her voice starts to squeak especially right before she says Nein...Trust me I'll know when she's close to breaking when I hear that...little squeak in her voice again." Mitzi assured her partner while leaning back to add a little more to Matilda's painful position.

[Weonna]

Matilda’s body was trembling, her breath ragged and sharp with each gasp. Her battered abs flexed involuntarily with the strain Mitzi was putting on her ribs, and despite her pride, her voice cracked under pressure. A faint, involuntary squeak escaped her lips — not quite the defiant roar she was hoping to muster. It was a slip. A crack in the armor.

Rianne leaned forward from where she stood, arms folded and head cocked with a smug grin.

“Well, would ya look at that…”

she said, her voice cutting through the heavy air. “

Little Miss Barbarian finally found her manners, eh? That squeak’s the sound of pride startin’ to buckle.”

She crouched low to Matilda’s eye level, though the German powerhouse could barely focus.

“You keep actin’ like you’re some indestructible tank, but deep down you know what everyone else knows now — you ain't the top dog here anymore. You're the message. Mitzi's the muscle. I'm the mind.”

Matilda’s eyes locked onto hers briefly, defiance still flickering in them, even if her body was betraying her.

Rianne smirked.

“Don't worry, darlin’. That fire of yours? We'll smother it properly — in due time.”