Unfinished Business | Matilda vs. Mitzi — Backstage Brawl

[Weonna]

Matilda Schröder

The show carried on elsewhere in the arena, the distant roar of the LAW crowd bleeding through the concrete walls as Matilda Schröder made her way through the backstage corridors alone.

For once, the German powerhouse wasn't looking for trouble.

Her gear bag hung from one shoulder as she walked past production crates and equipment cases, still dressed in her wrestling attire after finishing up for the evening. Yet despite the relatively quiet hallway, Matilda couldn't quite relax.

Especially after everything that had happened lately.

Mitzi Roth.

Their match. The humiliating aftermath. And then Matilda's retaliation during Rianne's match with Kirie—the moment she'd finally gotten some measure of revenge by launching Rianne with a German Suplex and physically keeping Mitzi from saving her new employer.

Matilda knew perfectly well Mitzi wouldn't simply forget that.

Still, she wasn't going to spend her nights looking over her shoulder.

“Verdammt… I need shower und then I go home,”

Matilda muttered, adjusting the bag against her shoulder.

“Enough drama for one night, ja?”

She rounded another corner—

—and stopped for half a second.

Something felt wrong.

The corridor ahead was unusually empty.

Matilda narrowed her eyes, slowly lowering the bag from her shoulder and gripping its strap in one hand. Her instincts were beginning to scream at her, but she continued forward anyway.

“...If someone is hiding back here,”

she called out, her German accent thickening with irritation,

“you might as vell come out now.”

Matilda rolled her shoulders and kept walking.

“Because I am not in mood for games.”

[Fairy Dragon]

It wasn't like Mitzi liked doing this...in fact it was fair to say she was angry as hell having too. But a partnership usually meant compromise and this was one of those compromises she'd have to make. Still this was one of the worst compromised she'd ever made....a free fight. One without a guaranteed paycheck or reward on the table before hand, having to earn her money in every possible way. So was the will of Rianne who silently ordered her to handle this matter herself or suffer the consequences after failing to stop Matilda from interfering and costing Rianne in her match with Kirie. Matilda had to pay for that, and since Mitzi's partnership started from her work on her that meant she was the only one for the job....fuck.

Spoiler

Mitzi had made the effort to plan this, if she was going to give out a free fight she was going to make sure that she had it all figured out in her head. Mitzi was around the corner on the way Matilda usually would go, meaning she'd walk right up to her and eventually fall into her trap, a painful starting attack. She figured that if she caught Matilda off guard she could end this quickly seeing as Matilda struggled against her when she was prepared to fight her. Her plans felt like they reached a hitch when Matilda seemed to sense she was being watched, warning her it was best to come out before she got angry. Mitzi clicked her tongue, annoyed that she was already found out. But if Matilda was still walking she could still pull it off, and stayed put waiting for Matilda to round the corner before coming out with a medicine ball in hand, without thinking she tossed the ball at Matilda to try and throw her off before rushing in and trying to tackle the redhead to the floor.

[Weonna]

The warning had barely left Matilda's mouth when something suddenly flew around the corner.

Her eyes widened.

“Vas—?!”

THUMP!

The medicine ball slammed directly into Matilda's torso, knocking a harsh grunt from the German powerhouse and sending her stumbling backward.

“GUAGH—!”

Before she could even process the impact, Mitzi came charging behind it.

CRASH!

Mitzi's shoulder drove into Matilda and took her straight down onto the backstage floor. Matilda's bag went skidding away as the two heavyweights crashed together, but the German reacted almost entirely on instinct. She planted both hands against Mitzi and shoved hard, forcing her attacker away long enough to scramble back onto her feet.

Matilda immediately clutched her midsection.

The medicine ball had left a deep ache spreading through her core, forcing her to take several heavy breaths as she straightened herself. Then her eyes lifted.

She saw Mitzi.

Matilda's expression instantly twisted with recognition and fury.

“...You.”

Her hand slowly dropped from her aching stomach as she squared herself toward the prizefighter.

“Of course it is you.”

Matilda's fists clenched.

“Verdammte Schlampe…”

She growled through gritted teeth, glaring straight at Mitzi as the pain in her midsection only seemed to fuel her anger.

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi's sprint caught Matilda before she could recover from the sudden medicine ball to the torso, but she found herself going a little too fast. She crashed into Matilda hard enough that when she knocked her offer she was in a scramble where she couldn't get her pinned down before Matilda recovered, with the redhead pushing her back and actually knocking her off to scramble to her feet. Mitzi cursed and looked over to see the ball rolling away too far for Mitzi to grab it before she got up, so she was forced to stand up without it and face the women she attacked who looked very angry to see her. "Watch it, I know enough German to know what you just said." Mitzi said pointing at her. This sucked, now Matilda was pissed so this fight got even harder than she wanted. Rianne was lucky her bank account was huge. "And of course it was me...I already got paid to whoop your ass once, what made you think Rianne wasn't going to be willing to pay me to do so a second time after you ruined her match?" Mitzi asked annoyed while preparing herself to be attacked.

It didn't even make sense to her, she knew Matilda was a competitor but their match was hardly the most competitive. Mitzi won decisively and she made sure Matilda regretted it. Who would want to come back to that and mess with a person who just proved what they could do to you? "You know that ruined my night too, I should be relaxing at home watching my shows instead I need to teach you a lesson, and looking at the way your wincing your already learning it...again. Stomach isn't sore still, I wrecked you pretty badly last time." Mitzi said, preparing herself and looking for a chance to grab her medicine ball and use it again, but if she turned to do so now Matilda might rush her and stop her from getting there in time.

[Weonna]

Matilda's glare hardened when Mitzi brought up their previous encounter. The ache in her stomach was still there, but reminding her of what happened last time only seemed to make the German angrier.

“Ja. You beat me once.”

Matilda suddenly stepped forward.

“Once.”

Rather than recklessly throwing a punch, Matilda surged in like they were back inside the ring. She reached for Mitzi's wrist with one hand while the other went for her shoulder, attempting to secure control before sharply twisting her arm into a standing wristlock.

If she got it, Matilda would crank the arm and force Mitzi downward before stepping behind her and transitioning into a hammerlock, pressing herself close behind Mitzi to keep the prizefighter from simply powering free.

“You vant to teach me another lesson?”

Matilda would wrench the trapped arm upward once more.

“Fine. But zis time, I am paying attention.”

And with the medicine ball still sitting several feet away, Matilda would deliberately position herself between Mitzi and it—making sure her attacker wasn't getting a second free shot with the damn thing.

[Fairy Dragon]

Matilda was still pipping mad but Mitzi was not going to back down now, if she came back with no results it would ruin her. She watched Matilda charge her and prepared herself for a strike or a tackle when instead Matild adopted to use more wrestling and grabbed her arm, twisting it around to hold Mitzi down before slowly getting behind her with a hammer lock. "Tch!" Mitzi hissed as her arm was yanked upwards, placed behind her back while Matilda got back there as well muttering about how she was more focused than last time. Mitzi growled as she got to work on fighting out of the hammerlock.

"It wasn't...your lack of attention that for your ass kicked...It was your inferior fighting style!" Mitzi said as she would first push into Matilda to try and off balance her before she would go low and attempt to create space to twist out of the hammerlock, but she knew Matilda was experienced with grapples and so while trying to escape she would try to disrupt her further by throwing a punch to Matilda's knee to ruin her footing. "So pay attention to the beating that's coming your way." She added, if everything worked she'd slip out and try to grab Matilda from the side to lift and suplex to the floor.

[Weonna]

“Grrrgh! You arrogant little—!”

Matilda's insult was cut short when Mitzi suddenly drove a fist into her knee.

“AAAGH!”

The German powerhouse's leg buckled, loosening her hammerlock just enough for Mitzi to twist herself free. Before Matilda could regain her footing, she felt herself being grabbed around the waist.

“Nein! Vait—!”

THUUUD!

Matilda was lifted off her feet and sent crashing onto the unforgiving backstage floor with a brutal suplex!

“GAAAHH!!”

The impact knocked the wind straight out of her lungs. Her back arched instinctively before she collapsed flat against the floor, one hand reaching toward her aching spine while the other clutched her already battered stomach.


Matilda grimaced, her teeth clenched as she struggled to draw a proper breath. Her legs shifted against the floor, but for the moment, the German powerhouse remained down, visibly stunned by the painful landing.

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi mostly showed her power last time they fought, Matilda had never seen her be crafty which was necessary when you fought mainly in underground battles. That meant she wasn't expecting the medicine ball or Mitzi going for for a punch to her knee, and t hat was what gave Mitzi an advantage getting around Matilda's attacks and pulling her into a German. The redhead had enough time to panic in her state before Mitzi was throwing her backwards to the floor where she had the brutal meeting with the floor that made her German much more dangerous. Matilda was sore and hurting while Mitzi closed on top of her, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Get up!" Mitzi said throwing a punch down on Matilda's belly to continue torturing the women's stomach, pulling her fist back to launch it at her a second time and twist it in place. Battering the women's tight midsection before she'd grab her waist and pull her up to her feet, holding her in her arms so she could throw her to the wall! If she landed against it, Mitzi would run at her and follow up her attack with a body splash to smug her against the wall and Mitzi herself!

[Weonna]

Matilda was still sprawled across the cold backstage floor, recovering from the German Suplex when she noticed Mitzi approaching. The redhead attempted to prop herself up on one elbow, only to catch sight of her opponent's fist descending toward her exposed midsection.

“W-Warte—!”

THUMP!

“HUUURGH!!”

The punch sank into Matilda's abdomen, causing her entire body to fold inward. Her boots scraped against the floor as her knees shot upward, her lips parting in a desperate attempt to recover the breath that had just been knocked out of her.

Before she could even finish inhaling—

THUD!

“NGGHHH—AAAH!”

A second punch struck the same vulnerable area, followed by Mitzi twisting her fist into Matilda's stomach!

The German's eyes squeezed shut. Her abdominal muscles tightened involuntarily, but the pressure only made the aching worse. She grabbed at Mitzi's wrist, her fingers digging desperately into the prizefighter's skin.

And suddenly, an unpleasant memory resurfaced.

The match. The locker room. Those endless blows to her stomach.

Matilda remembered how Mitzi had systematically dismantled her defenses, how every attempt to fight back had been answered with another punishing strike. Worst of all, she remembered the humiliation of being unable to stop it.

Scheiße… not zis again!

“G-Get your filthy hands off me, du Miststück!”

Her voice carried more desperation than she intended.

Unfortunately, Mitzi wasn't finished.

Matilda felt herself being dragged upright, her boots stumbling awkwardly beneath her. She barely had time to regain her bearings before Mitzi hurled her toward the nearby wall!

“WOOAAH—!”

BAAANG!!

“AAAKH!!”

Her shoulders struck the wall with a sickening thud, followed by her upper back. The collision rattled her entire frame, leaving her momentarily pinned against the surface as she struggled to steady herself.

Matilda winced, reaching backward with one hand while the other remained pressed against her aching midsection.

Then she looked up.

Mitzi was charging!

“Ach, du lieber Gott—!”

WHAAAAAM!!

“HOOOOOUUUGHHH!!!”

The body splash crushed Matilda against the wall!

Her eyes practically bulged as the prizefighter's weight compressed her already battered torso. The impact forced a guttural cry from her throat, her arms instinctively spreading against the wall as though she could somehow push herself through it.

For one dreadful second, Matilda couldn't breathe at all.

Her chest strained for air, but nothing came. Her knees quivered beneath the combined impact, and the muscles in her stomach seized painfully.

When Mitzi's weight finally withdrew, Matilda remained upright for a brief moment, her back pressed against the wall and her mouth hanging open.

“Kh… hhh…!”

Then her legs gave way.

She slid down the surface until she was seated on the floor, her head hanging forward as she fought to restore her breathing.

Just like last time…

The thought made her stomach turn.

Matilda had spent so long convincing herself that her previous defeat was behind her. She had even gotten some revenge by interfering in Rianne's match.

But now Mitzi was standing over her again, and the German couldn't ignore the frightening familiarity of the situation.