Ambre Brault vs. Matilda Schröder II

[Weonna]

Matilda gritted her teeth as she leaned against the corner, her back still aching from the suplex but she wasn’t out of this fight. Not by a long shot.

She saw Ambre’s determined gaze, saw the fire in her eyes, and knew what was coming next.

“Tsk… persistent, ja?”

Matilda muttered, shaking out her arms as she watched the Frenchwoman charge at her.

Then, she felt it—Ambre’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist, locking in a Bearhug with a vice-like grip!

“Nnnnghh—!!”

Matilda let out a low growl, her muscular frame tensing as Ambre squeezed with everything she had. She could feel the pressure on her lower back, the same spot that had taken a beating from the previous slam.

The pain was real. The hold was tight.

But Matilda wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

Her breathing was heavy, but instead of panicking, she dug deep—this was a hold she knew how to break.

“Hah… nice try, Ambre… but you vill need more *power* than zat!!”

Matilda suddenly clapped her hands against Ambre’s ears, a bell clap counter, hoping to stun the Frenchwoman just enough to loosen the hold!

If successful, Matilda would then plant her feet, grab Ambre’s wrist, and attempt to reverse the hold into a standing arm wrench, looking to regain control.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre wrapped her two arms around Matilda's body, squeezing her with all her strength in her arms by grabbing her shoulders. Her arms were tied together and forced the redhair to bend in two and crush herself against the French girl's robust and muscular body, it was a powerful bearhug.

But Matilda didn't let it happen, her arms were still free and she took the opportunity to attack the Black Pearl with it, slapping both cheeks and ears like a bell clap, stunning the French girl who released her rival and staggered backwards.

"Oohh..."

Ambre still managed to stay standing and needed a little time to regain her balance. Her ears were whistling enormously but her shoulder was also starting to hurt, when she opened her eyes she noticed the new position she was exposed to, trapped in a Standing Arm Wrench! She was still dizzy, letting herself go completely.

[Weonna]

With a predatory grin, Matilda tightened her grip on Ambre’s wrist, keeping her trapped in the standing arm wrench.

"Ach, you are slipping, Ambre! Now zis—zis is my moment!"

Matilda growled, her German accent thick with determination.

Without wasting a second, Matilda dipped her hips, planted her feet, and yanked Ambre off balance. In one smooth, powerful motion, she torqued her opponent’s arm, pivoted her body, and launched Ambre overhead with an arm wrench suplex.

BAM!!

Ambre slammed into the mat hard, her back and arm absorbing the full force of the impact. But before she could even react, Matilda was already on her, dropping down and hooking Ambre’s leg for a pin.

The referee slid into position.

"One!..."

Matilda pressed her weight down, her powerful frame keeping Ambre pinned.

"Two!..."

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

"Haahhh!!"

Before Ambre could even react, Matilda was already moving on with her next move, once again lifting the Frenchwoman who was trapped in an Arm Wrench and quickly throwing the Black Pearl against the pole, transforming her Arm Wrench into a magnificent suplex. The spectators were particularly noisy at this combination; clearly, Matilda had been much more technical than the Frenchwoman since the beginning of this match, and the crowd chanted along with the referee for the pinfall.

"ONE! TWO!.."

"Nnnghh.. Nooo!"

Ambre straightened up slightly, enough to lift her shoulders off the ring to stop the pinfall at the last second. The Frenchwoman's back was still hurting, but she couldn't give up either; she had learned in her last matches that she needed to be more on the offensive! So despite the pain and her situation, Ambre desperately pushed herself up onto her knees to trap Matilda in a headlock, squeezing her arm as tightly as she could while pressing her opponent's head against the side of her chest.h

[Weonna]

Matilda let out a sharp grunt as Ambre’s shoulder lifted just before the three-count. The suplex had landed beautifully, and the crowd’s reaction was deafening—but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

Before Matilda could fully regroup, Ambre was already fighting back, her body battered but her spirit unyielding. The Frenchwoman pushed up onto her knees and wrapped her arm tightly around Matilda’s head, locking in a tight headlock.

Matilda’s breath hitched as her cheek was mashed against Ambre’s side, her neck twisted uncomfortably. She gritted her teeth, feeling the dull throb in her skull as the pressure built.

"Nrgh… scheiße…"

she hissed, the warmth of Ambre’s body against her own adding to the discomfort. Her arms flexed at her sides, trying to find leverage as she staggered a bit in place.

The crowd watched with anticipation as the redhead powered through the pain. Matilda’s legs planted wide, her stance dropping low. The headlock was tight, but not perfect—and she was far too strong to stay trapped for long.

With a growl, Matilda wrapped her arms around Ambre’s waist and began to push forward, step by heavy step. Her back screamed in protest, still sore from the earlier suplex and bearhug, but she forced herself through it.

“Let… go… already!”

she snarled through clenched teeth, slamming her shoulder into Ambre’s midsection as she drove her opponent backward.

With one final step, Matilda pushed Ambre directly into the corner turnbuckles, using the full weight of her body to crush the Black Pearl against the padded post.

Now chest to chest, Matilda pressed Ambre into the corner, trying to break the headlock entirely and trap her in a vulnerable position.

“You vant to squeeze my head? Fine,”

she growled,

“Let’s see if you can breathe with no space left between us.”

Ambre had control—briefly—but Matilda was looking to flip the momentum again.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre managed to trap Matilda in a headlock, and although she put a good deal of her strength into it, she knew deep down that it wouldn't be enough to win this match. Matilda was resilient and fought relentlessly, forcing the Frenchwoman back by following her arms until she found herself with her back to the ropes, sandwiched between the turnbuckles and her opponent's massive body.

"Nnnghh... Struggling, did you lose your accent?.. Ngh!.."

It was difficult to keep her headlock in this position, Ambre had to quickly find a way out... or turn this situation to her advantage! After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained! She then released her headlock to wrap her arms around Matilda's waist, grabbing her elbows to hold the German a little tighter against her.

"Fuuhhh... Let's see... How you handle this...!!"

The position was similar to a bearhug, but the Frenchwoman lacked the stamina for that kind of submission. Instead, she preferred to use her strength explosively to lift her opponent and throw herself forward, trying to slam Matilda as close to the center of the ring as possible, landing on top of her in the process.

[Weonna]

Ambre’s arms wrapped tight around Matilda’s waist as she tried to lift her rival into a slam—but the moment her grip tightened, Matilda reacted like a seasoned predator.

Her right leg posted back, anchoring her weight and halting the lift in its tracks.

“Nein, nein… not so fast.”

With the precision of a trained grappler, Matilda twisted her hips, slipped an arm under Ambre’s, and countered the takedown with her own, yanking the Frenchwoman off her feet and slamming her down hard to the mat. The crowd roared as Matilda landed on top, instantly seizing control.

Before Ambre could even blink, Matilda locked in a front headlock, wrapping her thick arms tightly around her opponent’s neck.

Spoiler

But she didn’t stop there.

Matilda shifted her body lower, spreading her powerful frame across Ambre’s upper back and shoulders, smothering her beneath the crushing pressure of her weight. Her chest pressed firm against Ambre’s shoulder blades, her forearm tightening just under the chin.

Matilda leaned her head in close, lips brushing Ambre’s ear as she whispered with a smug, breathy chuckle:

“Did you forget, schätzchen… I am a shoot wrestler. You von’t be going anywhere under me.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Matilda continued to grind Ambre down, her technique flawless, her positioning dominant. Ambre was trapped—pinned beneath strength and skill alike—and Matilda was in no rush to let her up.

[Bearhug Goddess]

As Ambre prepared to charge and pin Matilda to the ground, her body stopped and the positions reversed. The Frenchwoman's strength turned completely against her, forcing the Black Pearl to fall to the ground due to her momentum, which she couldn't stop before being trapped in a rather devastating headlock. It wasn't just the hold that was formidable when Ambre was lying on her stomach, nor was the fatigue added to the equation, but the weight of her opponent was crushing her entire upper body!

Ambre was completely trapped; she couldn't move her upper body, and she couldn't breathe. The pressure of Matilda's body against hers made this simple task difficult, and above all, it was starting to get hot. It was difficult to think in such conditions, and to be honest, Ambre could already see herself losing with a simple movement.

But she hadn't given it her all yet; she couldn't let herself be pushed around!

Her upper body was completely trapped, but not her lower body. Ambre had to use it to escape, and luckily for her, she never skipped legday! Her muscles weren't there for show; they were true strength monsters, and she had to prove it now!

The Black Pearl bent her legs to get to her knees, trying to find a balance before trying to get back up using just her leg strength. If she managed to get back up, she wouldn't just be on her feet, but also able to counterattack! She grabbed Matilda's thighs as she got back to her feet and took a deep breath when she could again before falling backward. It was like a back-to-belly piledriver, but more messy because the conditions weren't met.

[Weonna]

Matilda had Ambre locked down and smothered in textbook fashion. The front headlock was cinched in tight, her chest glued to the Frenchwoman’s back, her weight grinding down on Ambre’s lungs and shoulders like an immovable slab of stone. She could feel Ambre’s muscles straining beneath her, squirming helplessly—

And yet, there it was.

A shift.

Matilda’s brows furrowed as Ambre’s powerful legs bent and coiled beneath her, slowly but surely lifting both of their bodies from the mat.

“Was…?”

she muttered, her grip still locked but feeling the ground fall away beneath her knees.

Suddenly, with a grunt of raw effort, Ambre pushed up to a full standing position, grabbing Matilda’s thighs.

“!!!!”

Before Matilda could release the hold or adjust her balance, Ambre dropped backward, yanking the German’s massive frame with her.

THUD!!

Matilda’s head and upper back smacked against the mat, the awkward, messy piledriver-like slam rattling her skull. Her limbs flinched, the front headlock falling apart as her hands went immediately to her temples, clutching her head as she groaned in pain.

“Nnnghhh… verdammt…”

The slam hadn’t knocked her out, but it jolted her senses hard. The heat from exertion, the pressure she had applied just seconds ago, and now the impact—it all swirled together. Her back arched slightly, and she kicked one boot against the mat while trying to roll onto her side, eyes blinking hard to steady her vision.

Matilda’s breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling. The tight control she had just moments ago had been ripped away, and now the tables had turned again!

[Bearhug Goddess]

With a spectacular physical feat, Ambre managed to turn the situation to her advantage and shocked both the audience and her opponent! This now proved how much Ambre had improved compared to her debut at LAW. She was aware of her capabilities and had the necessary knowledge of new moves, even if in this respect Matilda seemed even better.

She fell onto her butt and panted with exhaustion. After all, she had been prevented from breathing properly for a while, or even at all. After such an intense fight, she needed to catch her breath. The Black Pearl then rolled onto her side, facing away from her opponent and dropped to her knees, panting heavily and long while looking straight at Matilda.

"Hahh... Hahhh... Hahhh..!"

Matilda and she were in the same state and the Black Pearl felt that she had to react as quickly as possible to take advantage of it... The Frenchwoman took a deep breath as much air as possible to inflate her lungs and straightened up to stand before approaching her rival, finding herself behind the German to grab her by the arms and lift her in front of her. Although they were the same height and weight, Ambre lifted Matilda as high as she could before dropping to her knees forward, slamming Matilda at the same time so that her face crashed against the mast in front of Ambre's Pearl's Crusher!