Big, Powerful and Beautiful: Ambre Vs Garlim

[APlaying]

It was a bizarre moment, a professional fighter withstanding blows that are capable of drilling a wall, is something that Garlim did not think she would find. She was simply surprised, the least she could do now by simple instinct, was to surprise Black pearl by demonstrating her true power. Just as he held Ambre's hair, Garlim threw a powerful punch directly to Ambre's belly, something that would teach him how to correctly punish her opponent's abdomen, cutting off any possibility that he could resist the impact. Ambre would let out a long moan, which simply sounded like a beautiful melody to the big, bristly-haired blonde.

She was extremely ecstatic to finally have the opportunity to untie herself, a feeling that filled her with satisfaction, something she had never experienced before. After a whole situation where she was simply at her lowest point, this precise moment felt glorious, the feeling that perhaps she was finding herself again. The blow was powerful enough to pierce through Ambre's defense, causing her to fall face first to the canvas as she gasped in pain. “Come on, don't plan on going to rest so quickly, I'm just warming up.”

Quickly Garlim would drop to the ground to use the same grip again for the third time, this time it had to be the last time. And to make sure of that she grabbed one of Ambre's wrists and passed black pearl's arm to her back to incapacitate her, she only needed one arm to wrap around her neck and squeeze hard. She could even afford to press her thighs around her legs again if he felt like it.

This situation completely outraged the audience, who began to boo Garlim, shouting chants of BOOOOOOH! for the goddess of war. But they seem to forget that Garlim is not driven by such ridiculous things, like showmanship, charisma, choreography or such stupidities. She simply focused on completely destroying her opponents, no matter what, no matter how much it bothers them, that's her art and she was going to push Ambre until she was smashed to smithereens.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre fell to the ground, completely out of breath and feeling like she couldn't breathe. She raised her head slightly to watch her opponent simply fall to the ground, grabbing her hand that was caressing her stomach to twist it behind her back with an armbar. A pain ran through the body of the French woman who could feel her arm twisting under the force of the blonde, she was completely helpless and even if she had trained herself to be more flexible, Ambre was still as weak in the face of this kind of blow.

"Aaaahhhh!...!!"

A small cry of pain escaped from Ambre's lips as she emptied her lungs again of the little air she could find. She shook her head in all directions before noticing that the ropes were within reach, right next to her! So she tried to grab the ropes with her free hand, seeking to be freed thanks to the rope break and have some time to breathe and regain her strength.

[APlaying]

After so many attempts, the goddess of war finally succeeded in subduing Ambre with one of her best keys. Although she was forced to modify it a bit to make it harder for her opponent to get out, causing black pearl to let out a howl of agony and utter despair. "That sounded very cute, looks like you're having a very intense time. But hey, don't worry too much about your back, we can work together to strengthen it." Garlim chuckled softly, Seems like her opponent needed a reminder of the power of flexibility and technique.

The blonde began to chuckle mischievously, watching Ambre struggle apart for breath. "Looks like you're having trouble catching your breath" She leaned in a bit and whispers in Ambre's ear, "You know, I've heard that fighters who struggle to breathe, end up needing their opponent's help to catch their breath properly." As Ambre concentrates on reaching the ropes, Garlim tightens her grip around Ambre's twisted arm, neck and apart thighs, adding pressure to the already agonizing position "Ah ah ah" Garlim joked "You thought you could get out of this easily? Let's see how a professional wrestler deals with a real challenge."

Ambre made a smart decision, seeing that after the hard knocks she had taken before, struggling to get out on her own would be an extremely arduous task. If getting out of the previous times of this same grip had cost him a lot of stamina, now things were getting interesting. To tell the truth, the goddess of war did not expect that black pearl could go so far, maybe to some extent she had underestimated her, it happens to all of us.

But she was feeling a little strange, her breathing was starting to speed up, and sweat was starting to pour from her body as she began to burn from the heat of combat.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre grabbed the rope with her hand with a little difficulty but grabbed it hard enough not to release it despite the pressure that her opponent added instead of releasing it. The Frenchwoman ground her teeth in pain before finally being released thanks to the intervention of the referee who forced Garlim to release Ambre and move away from her to give her time to get up.

Ambre was a rather nice and friendly woman normally, seeing her angry or disappointed did not happen often but this time, Garlim had annoyed her a little. She looked at her opponent while panting in pain and frowning to show her anger, she had not appreciated the words of the blonde and especially that she had tightened her grip when she was supposed to be released. That was what it was like to fight against heels it seemed... A slightly disappointing foretaste but it would make her victory better.

She stood up stretching her arms to see if everything was going well and sighed deeply, ready to resume this match in good condition and this time fighting with a little more seriousness. She threw herself on Garlim as soon as the referee moved to the side for the match to resume, pinning the blonde to the ground with a powerful spear then following up by getting behind her opponent for an armbar on the ground.

[APlaying]

Despite the pressure Garlim would add, her opponent managed to hold on to the ropes with difficulty. If she remembered correctly, Oscar had told her that if she didn't let go before the referee counted to five, then she would be disqualified. But then that meant she could hold her grip for almost five seconds! She had already caused many wrestlers in the past to fall inherently with even less time. Garlim would hold on and the referee would approach to proceed to count, Garlim pushed harder until he made sure black pearl's arteries were blocked, could Ambre resist that long?

"ONE!.... TWO!.... THREE!... FOUR!..."

The answer turned out to be a resounding yes, so quickly the goddess of war on the verge of disqualification, reacted quickly to release her opponent and move a few steps towards the center of the ring. The referee had no doubt been outraged by the way she had clung to Ambre, so she did not hesitate to call her out for her aptitude to the boos of the crowd. The goddess of war just raised both hands to her sides, and showing a blabbering expression wanting to say something like she hadn't broken the rules.

It was obvious that Ambre would not let herself be caught by the same technique a fourth time, besides Garlim should be thinking of a new tactic by now ("I didn't think that a pro wrestler could have so much stamina, the truth is that I'm even feeling tired even with the dominant pace I've had so far. She's a very strong girl, so what I have to do is to soften her up and prevent her from getting to the ropes.... There is only one good option left in my mind now, although it is very painful. Maybe I'll soften her body with punches or throw her to the canvas, and I could submit her with one of my signature techniques in the middle of the ring. Since this is a submission match, I guess I can hit her as much as I want until she passes out or submits.... No, I'm not going to let her do that, I think I'd better tear her apart in my arms.") She thought to herself about a good tactic, something that would ensure that black pearl would have no chance of escaping.

Ambre on the other hand, was looking at the blonde with an expression that reflected her anger, Garlim wasn't a heel, or anything like that, in fact she didn't even have the slightest idea of what terms like face and so on meant. But the demeanor she had just shown, had been a very ruthless and that made black pearl's blood boil with anger. Which caused him to proceed to ram Garlim with a brutal spear, a frontal attack, a classic tackle. Normally Garlim would have no problem dodging that, but.... She only curved a little to receive the attack squarely and cushion Ambre's force a little.

When the blonde falls backwards from the onslaught, she grabs her opponent by the waist using the very inertia of the spear so that Ambre is also on her back on the canvas, making Garlim laugh with happiness. Still on her back on the canvas and between gasps she would say to him. "Don't rush to attack directly Mademoiselle, I'm a master with grabs and I'm not afraid to make counterattacks" Said the blonde with a chuckle as she quickly sought to rejoin.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre threw herself on her opponent to tackle her with all her strength with a powerful Spear that worked, Garlim found herself tackled to the ground but still found the strength to grab the Frenchwoman to throw her to the ground with it, throwing her to the side so that she fell on her side and on her back. The Black Pearl sighed slightly in pain and looked to the side, looking at her opponent next to her before trying to get up.

The two wrestlers got up at the same time and Ambre had to think of something to regain the advantage of this match. Garlim was strong and rather powerful for submission holds, fighting in this category would be difficult and perilous... But Ambre wanted to surpass her opponents in the areas in which they excelled.

"Nghh!"

The Black Pearl grabbed her opponent by the collar to throw her to the side before quickly lying down completely on the blonde's back to pin her to the ground, wrapping both of her legs around Garlim's waist and locking her arms so that she couldn't move before trying to strangle her with her arms. Ambre fought in a classic wrestling style, seeking to completely dominate and overpower her opponent by force before Garlim could do so.

[APlaying]

The blonde could have dodged the attack, but she received the hard spear to make a counter. This would be strange, but after a second it became clear why, and that was because Garlim was starting to get tired, she is someone used to finish her opponents in less than five minutes, so despite her great tolerance to the blows, her durability was rapidly decreasing. She simply wasn't trained for prolonged bouts, and it was starting to show.

Garlim grunts under the weight of Ambre's assault, feeling his arms locked in place. “GHMF!” she growls, twisting her body to try and break free of her grip. As Ambre tries to strangle her with her arms, Garlim uses her superior strength to push up with her legs, lifting Ambre off the ground momentarily. While the hold was very well applied, Garlim had plenty of reserve to be able to fight back. “(Sniff!) GROAAAAAAA!!!” With a sudden burst of energy, the goddess of war manages to flip them both over, now landing on top of Ambre.

Using her new position, she locks her powerful arms around Ambre's neck, cutting off her air supply. The blonde grunted with a slightly scratchy throat at the pressure, tightening her grip hard to compete one on one. As the two wrestlers fight for dominance, their bodies intertwined in a fierce battle, it becomes clear that neither will give up easily.

The crowd watches intently, waiting to see who will emerge victorious in this intense and brutal clash of strength and skill.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre and Garlim were in a rather intense dominance duel in a ground duel, like real wrestlers. Their duel looked a lot like old style but it pleased the spectators enormously who wanted to know which of the two wrestlers would be the winner of this ground contest. Ambre had a certain advantage at the beginning by strangling Garlim with her arms and being on top but the Goddess of War managed to reverse the roles by lifting the Frenchwoman to pin her to the ground and strangle her again.

"Arghh!"

The Black Pearl groaned in pain and let go of her arms, in this position the strangulation was no longer effective and she now had to defend herself. Fortunately, her legs were free and she managed to place them on her opponent's stomach to lift her with all her strength, showing the public for the first time how incredibly muscular and powerful the Frenchwoman's thighs were before pushing the blond-haired wrestler back to be able to have a little distance and end this duel.

"Ahhh.. Hahhh.. Hahhhh..!"

Ambre was slightly out of breath and straightened up on her knees, panting with fatigue. Her body was covered in sweat, this duel against Garlim was not easy at all!.. But she had an idea to defeat such a strong woman. She looked her opponent in the eyes and let her arms slightly raise to her chest level, ready to defend herself if her opponent came to attack her before she got back on her feet.

[APlaying]

Between gasps and admiring Ambre's strength, the goddess of war pressed hard on her adversary. The audience seemed to even, for a moment, completely forget the blonde's polemics, and simply contemplated what she was capable of doing with mere brute force. Garlim's shoulders were starting to burn, as if it were a train spewing smoke and burning an insane amount of coal to move forward at a steady pace, it was simply a spectacle.

Black Pearl, seeing that she could not compete from this position, opted to let go of Garlim and get rid of her using her legs. Putting her feet against the abdomen of the goddess of war, pushing hard she pulled her behind her and Garlim, although her grip had been executed with millimetric precision, could not hold on to her and ended up falling to the side on the canvas. At that precise moment she remembered her sparring with Oscar, when he taught him how to use the ropes, the Nordic used the ropes as a slingshot and even though she was about to send her flying, Garlim managed to hold on to the ropes and avoid falling out of the ring. The fact that Ambre was strong enough to break her grip was simply amazing, even though it meant the end of this duel of strength.

Garlim was quick to get to her feet, and would simply analyze Ambre's current state. She was panting from the fatigue of the confrontation, something that could also be said of Garlim even though she had not taken as much punishment as Black Pearl “Haah.... You really gave it your all huh?” She said reflecting some enthusiasm and admiration for Ambre “So, what's your plan to defeat me?” She drew a cute smile on her lips, something that was rare to see on her normally, perhaps she loved being able to measure herself in this way and especially seeing how Ambre was preparing to anticipate her next move

“Do you know why I am nicknamed the goddess of war? Generally, it is a term given to one who represents bloodshed, in a broader sense. Beings of this style are found in multiple religions, whose aptitudes include being aggressive, strong, impetuous and very vengeful. I'm not sure I'm vindictive, but being aggressive is something I have plenty of, plus I've bathed the vision of many of my adversaries in blood before. Whatever you are thinking at the moment, I assure you that, but I will make you suffer to get it at the very least. However, let me acknowledge your strength” Garlim proceeded to strike the same pose as Ambre and chuckled, playfully taunting her opponent. With that, she charged towards Ambre, aiming to catch her in a tight embrace.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre managed to push Garlim back but at the cost of a good part of her endurance. She panted for a long time and stared at her opponent in front of her, listening to her while recovering her strength and thinking of a way to defeat this muscle monster that was her opponent. Her endurance had greatly improved but she was not sure she could get out of it again in a duel on the ground, she absolutely had to stay standing.

"My plan?... I don't know.. There is so much way to beat you!"

The Frenchwoman smiled and gritted her teeth a little when Garlim found himself in front of her, immediately resuming the match as soon as she finished her speech. The two heavyweights wrapped their arms around the other's pelvis before squeezing in a mutual bearhug, seeking to defeat the other with their brute strength. She didn't look like it, but Ambre was used to this kind of duel, she had notably defeated Astrid, the former heavyweight champion, in a duel like that.

"A lot of people... Call themselves "Goddess"..."

The Black Pearl gritted her teeth and squeezed Garlim harder and harder, even lifting the giantess to make her bearhug more powerful and win this duel as quickly as possible.

"Yet... No one deserves this nickname!..."

With a roar, Ambre carried her opponent even higher in the air to end her bearhug and pin Garlim to the ground with a powerful Powerbomb that made the ropes of the ring shake. It was a remarkable proof of the Frenchwoman's strength, everyone remained silent for several seconds before cheering the Black Pearl who straightened up, slightly arranging her hair and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"... Especially not a woman weaker than me..!"