Charming and strongest: Ishtar Vs Dixie Dion

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Although Dixie was by no means the best on the ground, it couldn't be said that she didn't know how to defend herself. She was doing everything she could to resist a girl with better technical skills, who compensated for her lack of size with just enough strength to shake the big girl. But she was running out of options in this arena.

Dixie groaned as Ishtar's leg pinned her arm, preventing her from continuing to strike. She began to feel despair wash over her, and her breathing became more difficult as she struggled to free herself. Her face was still pressed against Ishtar's side, her nose buried in the fabric of her clothing, and she could feel the Russian's warmth through the fabric. Dixie's free arm thrashed violently, trying to escape, but Ishtar's grip was too strong.

Her leg was free, but too sore to move normally after being squeezed for so long. She needed to push herself, bend, stretch, some maneuver to release tension and pull Ishtar to one side. To release her strength, but it was a very difficult task now that her muscles felt even soft in Ishtar's claws.

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Ishtar succeeded in getting her leg up to lock down Dixie's ability to fight back. With the Canadian wrapped up with face still pressed up against the Russian's body, Ishtar could see the end. She continued to squeeze, not letting up the pressure, not giving Dixie any opening or opportunity to get free. Ishtar didn't sense any new attempt to break free other than basic squirming and jerking, so she hoped that the purplette had simply run out of tricks and options. If so, then Ishtar's strength should be able to carry through the rest of the way.

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Dixie's voice was a whisper, her face still buried in Ishtar's side as she struggled to break free. Her body was tense, her muscles contracting against the Russian's grip; it was clear she was running out of options. Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving with the effort as she tried to muster one last breath. But it was useless.

When the voluptuous heavyweight couldn't budge the grip even an inch, she let out a groan of pain and blushed deeply. "Ehhh... Wheh, okay babe, I give up." Dixie said in a hoarse voice, leaving herself at Ishtar's mercy.

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Ishtar stayed wary and on guard as she held her smother. She'd handled Dixie pretty well in this match, but the purplette had been annoying capable of finding ways to slip through the cracks to avoid defeat and prolong the match. But time proved Dixie's sleeves to be exhausted, as after a short while longer, the Canadian announced her submission to the Russian.

Ishtar let go of Dixie, leaving her felled foe to roll over onto her back as she stood up. The powerhouse stood tall over Dixie from beside her, flexing her arms in victory, rippling her musculature for the crowd as if to flaunt the strength with which she had squeezed her opponent to surrender with. Normally, Ishtar was a bit more sporting than this, usually being one to pull an opponent back to their feet after beating them. But the Russian was still a bit sore over getting her breast bitten, so she chose to leave Dixie on the floor and enjoy her win.

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Despite Dixie's resistance, Ishtar insisted until she was completely knocked out. When the powerful Russian finally let her go, the heavyweight fell to her side, panting and her face reddened; sweat glistened on her forehead, and the force of gravity was enough to roll her onto her back, leaving her arms and legs stretched out at her sides.

It was the first time she had been defeated by submission, so it was a new sensation for the big girl, especially since she had fallen to a smaller girl. However, she wasn't upset. She was rather impressed that someone could handle her like that. Staring at the lights and breathing heavily. The only thing on her mind was whether she could convince the powerful Russian to join her party.

Winner via Submission: ISHTAR!