Hot springs for the heavyweights

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"Hoooooo?" Astrid looked at Ambre with interest when she mentioned that she would soon have an important match.

It was obvious that the Frenchwoman was very excited about this, because she had made a mistake without noticing it. There was one more event between them and Fight the LAW, so Ambre definitely had more time to prepare than a few weeks as she said. However, the blonde was not going to point out this slight inaccuracy, especially considering that Ambre had told her something much more interesting, which made her first raise both eyebrows, and then smile broadly.

"So you challenged Ostberg," the Norwegian woman called her compatriot by her last name only to avoid confusion. "This in itself deserves respect." After making a short pause, she closed her eyes, remembering their match. "I'm not going to give you any advices, but let me say one thing." She looked at Ambre again. "No matter how strong and motivated you are, you should fight like this is the last match of your life." Just for a moment, but Astrid's gaze changed, becoming much more severe. "Ostberg is not just a masterful fighter, she is a damn single-minded woman with fucking incredible willpower." Astrid took the towel off her forehead. "When you find yourself in the ring with her, do not let doubts enter your heart, otherwise you will lose before you even have time to understand why this happened."

When she finished, a slight smile returned to her lips. She really wasn't the type to give advice, but she didn't see anything wrong with what she said. During their match, she realized who Ostberg was and what she was made of. Nothing can replace the real experience. She had seen many matches of the former heavyweight champion, but it was only when she met her face to face that she realized how outstanding this woman was. So she just wanted to let Ambre know that in the real world nothing is really simple.

"Break, huh?" Astrid chuckled slightly. "That's too loud." She glanced at the small towel in her hand. "It's just one day, tomorrow I will return to my usual schedule, including training." She involuntarily clutched the towel. "After all, I'm not going to lose my belt at the upcoming event, huh!" She punched her shoulder lightly with her fist. "And, no, no problem with that, talking clearly won't interfere with my rest, huh!"

Astrid shook her head slightly, and then looked over Ambre's shoulder. Suddenly, an idea came to the blonde's head. And since she had a very hot temperament... she slowly began to approach the Frenchwoman. She didn't stop even when there was only one step between them.

"Beg your pardon..."

Pressing her front side against Ambre's, Astrid reached behind the brown-haired woman. At the same moment, she felt how muscular the Frenchwoman's body was and how big her breasts were. Did she do it on purpose? The answer was obvious, but she wasn't going to say it out loud. Besides, after a few seconds, she took a step back, creating some space between them.

"Much better!" She said, putting a cold towel to her forehead again.

Yes, that's right, the bucket of cold water was right behind Ambre's back, and Astrid didn't want to get out of the hot water. Although, of course, she also wanted to see exactly how the Frenchwoman would react to this little situation.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Following her words, Ambre looked at Astrid with a look a little more assured and confident and felt a little light and liberated after chatting for a few seconds with Astrid. This exchange allowed her to feel a little closer to Astrid, not enough to be a friend of course but enough to be an appreciable acquaintance. But this increase in confidence did not prevent Ambre from listening and looking respectfully at Astrid when she spoke, a bit like a student listening to her master.

Even though Astrid's tone was a little more severe and her words sounded more like an order rather than advice, the Frenchwoman understood and saw that the Novergian was sincere in her words and was just trying to motivate Ambre in her own way. Having determination was not enough, you also had to be strong and know how to surpass yourself and adapt to each match and opponent. Strangely, Astrid's words didn't really seem to impress the Frenchwoman who already thought that way, the only thing that scared her was not being able to win this match even if she gave everything that she had.

"Mhhh.. I know.. I'm just... Afraid of not winning even if I try my hardest..."

The Frenchwoman lowered her eyes slightly and a few seconds later, Astrid moved closer to her, literally this time. Their two muscular bodies crashed together and their chests pressed against each other, and as Ambre had her head down at this moment, she was rather surprised to see Astrid's chest crushed against hers, which forced her to raise her head a little in panic.

“Eh ?..”

Ambre remained silent because of embarrassment. She turned away her face which had turned slightly red and waited patiently for Astrid to withdraw. She was used to this kind of thing in her matches but not outdoors. She was very embarrassed to have such close contact with another person but she didn't mind the feeling, Astrid's body was extremely well built and Ambre could feel the blonde's muscles against hers.

Aaaah... Muscles. Few people knew it but Ambre loved muscular women and that's one of the reasons why she started building muscle and starting wrestling.

Then after a few seconds, Astrid finally withdrew and left Ambre breathing. The Frenchwoman quickly turned around, even rushing, to also dip her towel in cold water before stroking her frond with it. She needed it and it cleared her red cheeks full of embarrassment. She turned back to Astrid with a smile, still a little embarrassed and relaxed, but above all staying in exactly the same place.

"You could have asked me to move away, it would have been easier for both of us... Phew..."

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Hearing Ambre's words, Astrid realized that she couldn't find the right words. What the Frenchwoman said was exactly what the champion wanted to warn her about. In a fight against a woman like Ostberg, you should never give in to doubt because it will inevitably lead to defeat. And if Ambre is thinking about losing even before the match, then... well, then she has to put a lot of effort into standing up to the woman who had every chance to take Astrid's golden belt on the first day of her reign.

Unfortunately, Astrid had only recently become a more social person, so it was still difficult for her to openly interact with someone who was not her close friend. On the one hand, she was a little sad that she could not explain her point of view, but on the other hand, all these heavy thoughts disappeared at the moment when she pressed her front side against the Frenchwoman's. It wasn't difficult for her to see how red Ambre's face had turned and the hot water had nothing to do with it.

When she moved away from Ambre, the brown-haired woman immediately dipped her small towel in cold water, clearly trying to cool her face. It was impossible to deny that being embarrassed Ambre looked very cute. This made Astrid smile, and after the Frenchwoman's words, her smile widened.

"Yep, I could, huh," she confirmed, then winked at her new acquaintance. "But it would have been much less pleasant."

For a moment, Astrid wondered if she should continue the topic of the upcoming Ambre's match. She could have tried to explain what she said in a different way, but at the same time she didn't want to be so persistent, so she decided to let it go. Instead, Astrid slowly sank into the hot water almost up to her chin, and then slowly swam breaststroke, first to the far wall of the stone pool, and then back to Ambre.

"How do you like Japan?" She asked, not wanting an awkward silence to hang in the air.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre didn't show it to anyone but her heart wavered between excitement and stress every day. Her match against Astrid Ostberg was extremely important for her, she wanted to prove to everyone that she could stand at the top with other top carders and was going to fight against one of her idols, it was clearly a chance and the best thing that could have happened to her. But she still had this fear of disappointing, the pressure of competing against veterans while still new in the league is immense! The Black Pearl was starting to have fans and she should not disappoint them, the same for her opponent who surely had better things to do than beat against a beginner.

And to think that Ambre wanted to rest a little in the hot springs and think about something else after 5 months of intensive training... You have to believe that fate is still playing tricks on her by making her meet Astrid Arvidsson but fortunately for She, the openweight champion, was rather nice and open in addition to being really enterprising by pressing herself against Ambre just to wet her towel. The French woman was red with embarrassment, she would never feel confident enough to do this kind of thing, no matter the person in front of her but on the one hand, Ambre envied this somewhat open side of Astrid.

She probably still had a lot to learn about Astrid but she didn't know what to say, even less when her brain was repeating to her the sensations she received when Astrid's body was found against hers. Luckily Astrid found something to say, it helped the French girl sort her thoughts and finally stop being embarrassed by continuing to think about it.

"Hmmm... It's pretty cool ! I was able to find some interesting places while jogging around the city, that's how I found this place. It's a change from France ! It's not really not the same landscape and the same lifestyles... And you ? You've lived here a long time, haven't you ?"

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Ambre's behavior was not what Astrid was used to. It just so happens that most of the time she is surrounded by the most confident women who even in the most unusual situation will not show any signs of embarrassment. This Frenchwoman was different. And although Astrid had some thoughts on this, she decided that it was not worth continuing to embarrass her new acquaintance. At least right now.

Ambre, apparently, was glad that they had moved away from the moment where their bodies were in close contact. She was happy to share her impressions of Japan while Astrid were swimming back and forth in front of her. The words of the Frenchwoman were very familiar to the blonde because she herself felt about the same thing. So she had no trouble answering Ambre's counter question.

“Actually, I moved here not so long ago,” she said honestly, seeing nothing shameful in it. “You know, I had a choice, either the biggest MMA promotion, or LAW." Astrid gave Ambre a quick glance. “As you can see, I chose the second one because I am sure that it is here that the strongest women on the planet are.”

It was not the easiest choice in her life, especially considering that for sure she could earn a lot more in MMA than here. Many promised her a brilliant career, so when Astrid chose LAW, many considered this decision rash. Nevertheless, the Norwegian woman herself was sure that it was the only right choice. Money was the last thing she ever thought about. Her goal was much more important to her than just the desire to get rich. She wanted to become a legend.

“But I won't hide that the very fact that LAW is based in Japan also played a role, huh,” the blonde chuckled slightly. “I like Japan, it's a completely different world compared to Norway, and the food here is just great, although I can't say the same about the quality of their beer, unfortunately!” Astrid stopped swimming, once again standing in front of Ambre. “And although I didn't have time to see much outside Tokyo... even here almost every day you can discover something new, I was convinced of this thanks to the new people in my life!”

After finishing her short story, Astrid involuntarily ran her eyes over Ambre's body. Damn. Although the muscles of this woman did not cause envy in the blonde, they definitely deserved some admiration on her part. She would hardly have agreed to say that Ambre's physique was more impressive than her own, but these two women were definitely worth each other.

“I would like to test what you are capable of...” Astrid thought before she even realized that she had said it out loud.

[Bearhug Goddess]

After briefly answering Astrid's question, Ambre was once again listening to find out how Astrid got to this point. It was an amazing but worthy story to be a champion, as if Astrid was made to be a winner. It was clearly not the same story as the Frenchwoman who joined LAW a bit by chance... Even if her debut as a wrestler was rather... Special.

"I see... You have a wonderful career! It's really not like me..."

She laughed nervously as she stroked her hair and let herself be swallowed up in the water, stopping at least up to her neck so she could continue talking.

"I only did wrestling... I mean, I firstly started bodybuilding before entering high school to impress people other than by my grades in class and stop some mockery. But I was always just as shy and I really didn't have any confidence in myself at all, even less than today ! Friends then recommended a combat sport to me and I turned to wrestling because.."

She blushed slightly and lightly dove a little deeper into the hot water.

"Because women were physically stronger and more impressive..."

It was crystal clear, Ambre loved muscular women and that partly explained why she had such a well-built physique. She wasn't as loving as a bodybuilder but it had the merit of being honest. She sat up slightly, sighing and regaining her seriousness.

"But I wish to become as strong as all these powerful wrestlers and one day be able to be their equal! I may be physically strong but that's not true strength... I don't only have strength if I wish become a great champion... If I wish to become like you...!"

She sighed slightly and looked at Astrid with a small smile continuing to listen to her before hearing something that sent shivers down her spine. Astrid Ardvisson wanted to see what Ambre was capable of?... It was half exciting but also terrifying! It would be a chance to fight against Astrid, in conditions that required it, not in the middle of the hot spring as she almost did at the beginning, but also terrifying because Ambre didn't feel ready yet. She was still a nobody in LAW, a simple wrestler who was powerful enough to hold her own against a few excellent top-carders but not powerful enough to take on a champion.

"I dream of it Miss Ardvisson... But first I must prove that my ambitions are serious and that I am not a simple wrestler like the others and for that... I think I should defeat former champions before being able to claim the title of contender..."

She smiled slightly as she lowered her head, not wanting to seem too serious and too pretentious.

"That's why I challenged Astrid Ostberg... She was the current champion when I joined LAW... And I must give my best to defeat her before measuring myself against champions like you and Alaina Sanders ! If I lose... It won't be worth it !.."

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Ambre's admission that she started wrestling because of strong women made Astrid look at the Frenchwoman with undisguised delight. It seems the two of them had something in common besides their muscular bodies. Astrid has always had a weakness for strong women. Moreover, this weakness was so significant that the Norwegian woman even sometimes felt attracted to those whom she considered not just rivals, but real enemies. One blue-haired woman took such a big place in Astrid's heart that... no... doesn't matter.

This meeting became more and more pleasant for the Norwegian woman by the minute, but then came the very moment when it was her turn to blush. Not because of the infernally hot water and steam, but because of Ambre, who said she wanted to become like Astrid. At this point, the champion was literally speechless. She was well aware that she had found both the love of the fans and the respect of some of her rivals. However, she couldn't even dream of hearing such words. At least at this stage of her life.

"I..." still unable to find the words, the blonde stumbled. "Thank you..."

And although it seemed that their conversation had already gone into a rather unusual direction, everything became even more heated after the champion, without noticing it, said that she would like to test what Ambre is capable of. She wasn't going to say it out loud, but the Frenchwoman's beautiful body literally overshadowed her mind, so she couldn't stop her tongue and lips from pronouncing these words. She only realized that these words had been said out loud after Ambre started talking again.

"Eh? Oh..." Astrid blinked several times, both from the realization of what she had just said and from the fact that Ambre was using her last name again. "Just Astrid, remember, huh?"

She couldn't even imagine that this chance encounter would lead to something like this. But even more than that, she did not expect to hear that Ambre believes in the need to prove hemself before trying to claim something in their federation. While the Frenchwoman was talking, Astrid looked down, and the smile on her face faded slightly. Life is a very funny thing. Even despite her commitment to the ancient traditions of the Vikings, Astrid did not believe in fate, believing instead that what everything depends only on her. But perhaps today these two women were destined to meet. Why? Because maybe Astrid knew better than anyone how Ambre felt.

"You know... I understand, really," Astrid looked up at Ambre. "When it became known that the management decided to honor me and entrust me with being the first openweight champion... I realized quickly enough what I would have to face."

Astrid has said more than once that she is not afraid of anything. But at that moment, a chill ran down her spine. Yes, she was determined from the very beginning to be the one who would take the top of LAW. But it was hard for her to believe that it would happen so soon. A thousand questions pierced her head. Is she ready for such a responsibility? How will the fans react to this? How will other fighters react to this? A lot of questions. And no answers.

"And when, in front of thousands of people, Dan handed me the golden belt, I saw on the faces of many spectators and fighters the question that I had constantly heard since my very first day in LAW," Astrid allowed herself to grin. "Who the hell is she?"

Oh. In a way, it became a silly joke that continued to haunt her from rival to rival. Alison. Karen. Kyoko. Katherine. They all looked down on her as if there was no place for Astrid in the ring next to them. Was it painful for her because of this? Yes, she wasn't going to hide it. But each time she had the same response to the arrogance shown in her direction. Her fists.

"I know that many people considered themselves much more worthy to be in my place, that the management made a mistake by entrusting the title to me, and not to some woman who has been here much longer than me," Astrid bent her arms at the elbows and clenched her fists, looking down at them. "Yes, no one dared to say this out loud, but even before the start of the match with Ostberg, I made it clear to everyone that if they consider themselves more worthy of owning the openweight title, then my door is open. If you want it, come and get it. But keep in mind that I will fight to the last drop of sweat and blood for this. As I always did even before the title."

Opening her fists, Astrid allowed herself a wide smile, then took a step towards Ambre. Her lavender eyes sparkled with a confidence that even the most severe frost could hardly extinguish. The descendant of the great Vikings straightened her shoulders and even slightly pushed her chest forward. Her first advice about the upcoming Ambre match was not taken quite correctly. It was her mistake. Therefore, this time she was going to share not advice, but simply what she believed in.

"Tell you what, Ambre," she began. "Anyone can doubt a fighter. Fans, friends, manager, rivals, parents. But if a fighter doubts themselves, then this is the end. Doubt inevitably leads to defeat, and defeat inevitably leads to greater doubts. It's a damn vicious circle that you shouldn't let yourself get into."

It wasn't philosophy, it was life. It so happened that since childhood, Astrid has faced doubts from others. Even on her father's side. She wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a great boxer, but he refused to train her because, no matter how sad it was, he believed that a girl had no place in this sport. And when even the closest person doubts you, you just have to take everything into your own hands.

"The only person you should compare yourself to is you in the past and the only person you should be better than is you now," Astrid took another step forward, after which there was no more than an inch between them. "You've never been nobody, you've always been Ambre Brault, you just haven't had time to realize it yet. If you have a dream, you should go to it. And if you feel that you are ready to challenge a champion, then you don't need to prove anything to anyone, even to yourself. As you can see, even a golden belt won't protect you from doubts from others, but you should never doubt yourself. And if some peak did not obey you the first time, then only you decide whether you will take this peak next time."

This speech even made the blonde's throat slightly dry. She could only hope that all this did not sound like the instructions of a wise old man, because this was definitely not her goal. All she said was how she looked at life. Yes, she had a responsibility that she did not expect. Yes, many doubted that Astrid deserved to become the first openweight champion. But she didn't let it overshadow her dreams and aspirations. And, in case anyone hadn't noticed, she's still a champion.

After her speech the sparkle in her eyes became even brighter, and the smile on her face became more flirtatious. Once again violating Ambre's personal space, she took another half step forward, as a result of which their lush breasts slightly touched. The Norwegian woman took off the cold towel from her head and slightly tilted her face to Ambre's. As she said, she wanted to test what this woman was capable of. In addition, it may slightly defuse the situation after such a fiery speech.

"Besides, challenging a champion is not as difficult as you think," she said a little more playfully, then winked at the Frenchwoman. "To make sure, you can start with something simpler than a match. Come on, Ambre, challenge me to a test of strength right here and now!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

"Ahh... Sorry.."

Clearly, Ambre demeaned herself rather quickly and quickly lost self-confidence when she felt inferior to the person in front of her. Especially after Astrid confided in the Frenchwoman about her career and her debut as champion. Everyone was going through this kind of moment where doubt, fear, sadness, loneliness and frustration danced around a wrestler.

But the goal was not to please people or to prove them wrong, the goal was to show that we were not just anyone and that we deserved our place or to have better. It was the law of the strongest and reaching the top was not enough, you also had to defend your place despite injuries along the way.

“Hmmm…”

Even though her head was lowered and her eyes focused on the movements of the water, Ambre looked up slightly to see Astrid's expression. The French girl was afraid of disappointing people and not being the strong wrestler they thought she was. The Black Pearl only sought to gain level, match wrestlers she admired and be as impressive as a champion to become one... But Astrid raised something that was essential and above all real.

Ambre was Ambre, not someone else.

This made the French woman's eyes widen, as if she had just realized something. She fought for herself, not for others. It was she and she alone who wrote her story and no one will have the right to oppose that. Astrid's words continued to resonate in Ambre who was speechless. Astrid was so charismatic in the ring and outside the ring... Her way of seeing the world as a champion was so impressive and unprecedented for the Black Pearl who had never seen things in this way.

Astrid was right, the most important thing was to become stronger than yesterday and not only by surpassing yourself physically but also mentally. Ambre had to stop fighting to prove her worth to people and prove to them that she was worthy of being treated seriously. She didn't have as famous a career as some champions and didn't even have the opportunity to fight the same opponents again... And even if deep down Ambre wondered if she considered herself worthy and strong enough now , she knew that she would improve in victory as well as in defeat and that she was getting stronger every day.

She has never been in better shape physically and Astrid's words gave her a moral boost. Ambre felt the same way she did when she found herself alone in the ring with Astrid Ostberg during her promo, challenging her to a match to prove her worth. The former Heavyweight Champion asked the Frenchwoman some rather unexpected questions to find out if she had liver... And it made her shake with excitement.

"I.."

This feeling. This feeling was so nice and so new for Ambre. This was the second time she felt this way and only her ego and her true thoughts could arise at this moment. Her shyness faded, the pressure around her and the weight on her shoulders disappeared. The Black Pearl's eyes burned with desire as she sucked in a deep breath and removed her towel from her forehead to place it on the floor.

“I want to know how strong I am !”

She had the chance to meet such a well-known and strong person from LAW and was not going to miss her chance. Astrid may have been taller, had more experience and was more mature than Ambre but she was not afraid. She didn't have to be impressed if she one day wanted to become the equal of this kind of wrestler... No, being equal wouldn't be enough if she wanted to achieve her goal... She had to be better, the best wrestlers.

Ambre knew she was strong but how strong? She had never lost a test of strength, had managed to counter Honie's butt, but was that really impressive and enough proof to consider herself strong? She didn't know it and to answer her questions, she needed to measure herself against a powerful wrestler... Like the one in front of her, Astrid Ardvisson.

“I've never lost a test of strength and even if you're the openweight champion... You won't be able to beat me !”

The Frenchwoman appeared more confident in herself, taking care to inflate her lungs with air to bulge her chest, crushing it completely against Astrid's chest before raising both hands to the level of her face and placing them slightly forward. Her gaze filled with determination was focused on the eyes of her opponent, she was ready to give everything she had in this rather simple but high-stakes challenge !

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The eyes never lie. The eyes are the mirror of the soul. The eyes show the real you. These are not just words. All this is the real truth. The proof was right in front of Astrid. After her fiery speech, Ambre seemed to have become a different person. Straightening up to her full height and squaring her shoulders, the Frenchwoman now seemed to exude confidence in both her abilities and her future. Now there was a burning flame in her eyes, which is peculiar only to those people who are ready to go forward, regardless of any obstacles. And the descendant of the great Vikings would be lying if she said she wasn't happy to see these changes in the woman standing in front of her.

Many people believe that being a champion means fighting against top-class fighters and participating in conferences with fans. Yes, it's really a part of any champion's life. But the truth is much more bitter. Being a champion means carrying responsibility on your shoulders. Maybe not everyone takes it so seriously, but Astrid takes it that way. Moreover, her responsibility is not limited only by the prestige of her title.

She wouldn't dare say that LAW's last years were really bad. But she would not hesitate to say that not all of the recent champions were the best role models. She never had the ambition to become a so-called locker room leader. But on the day Astrid received her golden belt, she made a promise to herself that she would do everything in her power to make it clear to everyone that a champion does not have to be a cowardly bastard who only cares about their own fame and bank account.

That's why the blonde felt happy at that moment. If she really managed to help Ambre gain self-confidence, then she definitely had something to be proud of. Pro wrestling will never die. Astrid had no illusions and knew for sure that she would not always be a champion. But if by the day she loses her title, she knows that she was able to help at least one fighter, then her reign was not in vain.

"Now that's the spirit of a real fighter!" She grinned after Ambre said she wants to find out how strong she is.

Pushing aside her embarrassment, the Frenchwoman took a step forward, so that their lush breasts pressed hard into each other. Astrid opened her mouth slightly and barely managed to stop herself from biting her lower lip. However, even so, it was written on her face that she liked it. Such close contact with a strong woman... hot springs... ugh... there were a thousand thoughts in the champion's head, and each of them was pretty lewd.

"I see..." she said evenly to Ambre's words that she had never lost a strength test and that Astrid would not be able to defeat her. "Then it remains for us to find it out, huh..."

Instead of raising her hands, the blonde placed them on Ambre's waist. Deliberately slowly, she began to slide up, probing the powerful muscles of the Frenchwoman. She barely had the resolve not to put her hands on Ambre's breasts. Continuing to slide up, Astrid reached the shoulders of the brown-haired woman, only after that her hands went to Ambre's, simultaneously examining every curve of her biceps. And finally their hands touched, and their fingers intertwined. Astrid's heart began to beat faster, and her lavender eyes sparkled.

Without any words, she strained almost every muscle in her body. The Norwegian woman moved forward, so that now not only their breasts, but also their bellies came into hard contact. Sparing no effort, Astrid began to put pressure on Ambre in an attempt to break the resistance of this woman who found the courage to challenge the champion!

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was the first time that Ambre found herself facing a champion as a challenger and several feelings took over the Frenchwoman's body. Fear and stress begged the French woman to look down while everything else was screaming at her to continue. It wasn't every day that we had the chance to meet a champion, to have time to chat with her but also to challenge her to a duel! Although this duel did not seem trivial, it was in reality a fairly important duel which would put the egos of the two wrestlers to the test. One was undefeated and aspired to become champion one day while the other had to prove that she wasn't a champion for no reason.

It was something that Ambre had never experienced, the fact of showing herself a minimum of pride and confidence, Astrid's voice becoming more neutral as she took this situation more seriously, the blonde wrestler's fingers caressing the muscles of the tanned skinned wrestler.. It was so exciting, enough to make Ambre's heart beat faster and her breathing become slightly faster. The Black Pearl's eyes didn't seem to be bothered by her whole scene, she had a specific goal and intended to stick to it.

Once again, it was just a simple friendly duel but Ambre was more than serious about beating Astrid.

Their hands finally touched, their fingers curling together before clasping in a final hand cuff. Their chests remained angrily and the two wrestlers thrust forward to slam their bodies together. Ambre might have been slightly embarrassed to have her bikini body rubbing against another bikini body, but she wasn't. Was it the heat of the water that was making her lose her mind or was it her true personality?

No matter, Ambre didn't give Astrid any chance and started off rather strong using a good part of her strength. There was no real rule but the Black Pearl was certain that pinning Astrid on the other side of the hot spring would give her victory for sure! So she didn't let up, continuing to push with her arms to force the blonde backwards using just the strength of her arms.

"Show me Astrid... Show me how strong a champion can be...!"