Unfinished Business | Matilda vs. Mitzi — Backstage Brawl

[Weonna]

Matilda remained slumped against the wall, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she struggled to recover from the body splash. Her stomach felt painfully tight, and even the smallest movement sent an uncomfortable ache through her battered muscles. She could hear Mitzi taunting her, but the words seemed distant beneath the ringing in her ears.

Before she could gather enough strength to respond, Mitzi seized her arms and dragged her upright.

“Nh…! L-Lass mich…!”

Her legs barely cooperated. Matilda staggered forward, attempting to plant her boots firmly against the floor, only for another attack to interrupt her recovery.

THWACK!

“HUUUOOOFF!!”

The knee drove straight into her midsection!

Matilda doubled over sharply, her mouth opening as the impact emptied her lungs. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she instinctively tried to curl around the injured area, only to find Mitzi's grip preventing her from collapsing.

A strained, breathless cough escaped her lips.

“Kh… khh…!”

Her abdominal muscles were already exhausted from absorbing punishment, and the knee had struck before they could fully recover. Matilda's forehead dipped toward her chest, her face twisted into a grimace as she struggled to draw air through clenched teeth.

She hardly noticed herself being dragged farther down the corridor.

Then—

THUD!

“AAHCK!”

An elbow struck her back, jolting her upright!

The sudden impact sent a sharp sensation across her spine, forcing her shoulders backward. Matilda stumbled, her arms momentarily spreading as she tried to regain her balance.

That was when she felt Mitzi seize them from behind.

Her eyes widened as both arms were hooked, leaving her unable to bring her hands forward to protect herself.

Then her boots left the floor.

“W-Was machst du—?!”

Matilda's powerful legs kicked instinctively as she was hoisted into the air. Her body tensed, her shoulders straining against the hold while she desperately searched for something to brace against.

Below her, she caught sight of the medicine ball.

Her stomach dropped.

WHAAAAM!!

“GHHHAAAAAAAUUUGHHH!!!”

Matilda crashed down stomach-first onto the medicine ball!

The rounded surface concentrated the impact directly against her already battered abdomen, compressing her torso before the rest of her body struck the hard floor. The collision sent a jarring shock through her ribs and back, leaving her momentarily unable to coordinate her limbs.

Her scream broke into a strangled gasp.

For several seconds, Matilda could do little more than lie there, her body curled awkwardly around the ball. Her boots scraped against the floor as her legs drew inward, while her shoulders trembled from the effort of trying to breathe.

Her arms had finally been released, but she couldn't immediately use them. One lay stretched beside her head while the other slowly moved toward her stomach, fingers trembling.

The pressure against her abdomen was unbearable.

Matilda attempted to push herself off the medicine ball, managing only a few inches before her strength faltered. She slipped sideways, rolling off it and landing heavily on her hip.

Her knees pulled toward her chest as she curled onto her side, both forearms now shielding her midsection.

The German powerhouse had endured countless hard landings throughout her wrestling and MMA career, but this was different. There had been no ring canvas to absorb the impact, no opportunity to prepare herself, and no chance to defend the same area Mitzi had relentlessly targeted during their previous encounter.

Her breathing remained shallow and irregular.

Not again… please, not like last time…

Matilda squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the humiliating memories threatening to overwhelm her.

She tried to get onto her hands and knees.

Her right palm pressed against the floor. Her shoulders lifted slightly.

But the moment she attempted to engage her abdominal muscles, a fresh wave of pain forced her back down.

“Uhhh… Scheiße…”

Her arm gave out beneath her.

Matilda collapsed onto her side again, red hair spilling across her face as she lay curled beside the medicine ball.

For now, the once-defiant powerhouse was in a terrible position: grounded, struggling for breath, and unable to rise quickly enough to defend herself against whatever Mitzi intended next.

[Fairy Dragon]

Matilda's pain was pleasing to witness, Mitzi knew that the women could put up a fight and potentially escape. Things had to go right for Mitzi to make the most of it, and this was exactly what she needed. Afterall the point of this fight wasn't just pain, pain was what she delivered last time and Matilda showed up anyway completely undaunted by her previous fate. Today pain was just the side effect of her real goal...psychological fear. She wanted Mitzi's mere presence to be associated with pain, fear, humiliation, and overall danger. She wanted the mere thought of Mitzi to send shivers down Matilda's spine and she was going to accomplish that by any means necessary. She grabbed the medicine ball and kicked Matilda over to her back putting her stomach on display again before Mitzi simply dropped it down on her. But the moment it landed she would fall too, putting both of her hands on it and holding it in place. Then without wasting much time Mitzi would start doing improvised push-ups on the medicine ball while it remained on Matilda's stomach causing her weight to push on it more and continue to bury it in Matilda's gut all while Mitzi stared down the suffering Matilda with smug indifference.

After the 5th push up she finally stopped and got on her knees pulling the ball out while crawling up Matilda's body, hand going to her face and whipping the hair away so that she could get a good look at Matilda's face. "Trust me sweetheart, you'll want to see this." Mitzi warned. She'd put the ball down for a second and pull Matilda's hands up so that she could move forward and sit on them, trapping her hands and keeping them out of the way. Picking the ball back up she would smile down at Matilda's face before raising the medicine ball again! It only stayed up long enough for Matilda to see her future unfold before it came crashing down on her stomach, Mitzi using it like a club to bash her stomach! She'd push down on it and then pull it out to smash her again, winding it all the way back behind her before she'd send it forward, and then would pull it away to do it a third time, keeping her torture and focus on Matilda's helpless frame, and using a workout too to get the job done.