Unfinished Business | Matilda vs. Mitzi — Backstage Brawl

[Weonna]

Her desperate charge came to an abrupt halt when Mitzi's knee shot upward!

THWACK!

“HUUUOOFF!!”

The knee buried itself in her already battered midsection, folding the German powerhouse forward. Her arms immediately abandoned the takedown, clutching her stomach as her momentum carried her awkwardly into Mitzi.

Her legs buckled.

THUD!

Matilda collapsed onto her hands and knees, her forehead hanging dangerously close to the concrete floor. A harsh cough escaped her throat as she struggled to recover the breath she'd just lost.

She barely registered Mitzi retrieving the steel chair.

It wasn't until a shadow fell across her that Matilda instinctively glanced upward.

Her eyes widened.

CLAAAANG!!

“AAAAAAARRRGHHH!!”

The steel chair crashed across Matilda's exposed back!

Her arms instantly gave way, sending her sprawling chest-first onto the floor. The metallic impact reverberated through her shoulders and spine, leaving a fierce, stinging ache across her upper back.

Matilda's boots kicked against the concrete before her legs settled. She tried reaching behind herself, but even lifting an arm sent another painful jolt through her battered body.

Her face twisted against the floor, teeth clenched as she fought through the pain. The chair shot had completely flattened her, leaving her sprawled on her stomach with one arm stretched helplessly ahead.

She attempted to push herself up.

Her elbow trembled.

Then collapsed.

Matilda could only turn her head sideways, red hair scattered across her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

The German remained face-down at Mitzi's feet, her back aching from the chair shot and her strength nearly spent.

[Fairy Dragon]

One swing of the chair was enough to get even. The sound of it hitting Matilda was satisfying, and she had her arching on the ground looking rather pathetic and broken, like a fly with a broken wing trying to take off. But somehow it wasn't satisfying enough for her, at least not yet. She wanted more, looking at the chair and then down at Matilda as she fell back to the floor after a failed attempt to get up. Mitzi would silently raise the chair and without a second word to Matilda would swing it down, again, and again, and again.

She didn't care what she hit, just that she hit the redhead, she put her whole might into it to get loud thwaks that rang across the room, the sickening thud of steel beating down flesh with each hit as she would do her best to wind back and swing it down like she did the medicine ball earlier, only this time she had no specific target which was likely the only comfort Matilda got from this hell. After a few swings Mitzi would stop and then unfold the chair placing it down on the floor so she could grab Matilda and force her up long before she was ready to rise. "Let's get a good look at you...sit down." Mitzi said before forcing her into the seat without her getting a chance to say a word, putting her on display for a few seconds...before she'd step back and put some distance between her and Matilda. All so she could come running in while Matilda was seated and actually leap into the air and bring her knees up to smash into a seated, helpless Matilda!