Polissage de la perle, With a good hug routine.

[APlaying]

Garlim's eyes closed tightly and she gritted her teeth as this time she sought to break Ambre's grip with sheer force. Her body strong and unyielding, even though she was in a bad situation, the blonde goddess could feel her own strength and determination coursing through her veins. Her muscles straining against Ambre's doubling her own thickness as she used her legs to propel herself and unbalance the powerful embrace. With a strong thrust and twist, Garlim managed to break Ambre's grip, freeing himself from the Frenchwoman's grasp.

Garlim's eyes narrowed as she watched Ambre recover, the Frenchwoman's words sounded defiant, as if her soul was begging her to make this simple sparring a real duel, a challenge the blonde goddess could not ignore. And the fact was that in reality both women felt the same way, the challenge this grip posed to Garlim herself only made her want even more to squeeze Ambre until there was no fight left in her, to show Ambre that she was not to be underestimated.

“Hahhh...” When Ambre took a step back, Garlim used what strength he had left to pull himself up, his muscles trembling from the effort, she had put a lot of her energy into getting free. The two women stood face to face, eyes glaring in a fierce stare. Garlim's large bust heaved with each breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

“I can tell you've practiced well, when I'm done with you you're going to be able to use your grabs in all sorts of situations, even in your sleep.” She said before lunging with tremendous speed towards Ambre grabbing her from the side and grabbing one of her arms with one of her hands, to flex it and bend it behind Ambre's back. While with her free arm she tried to grab black pearl's neck to cut off her breathing.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though Ambre was on guard and ready to react and Garlim was a giant, she was still fast! The blonde attacked quickly and precisely, forcing one of the French girl's arms to be slightly twisted at her back, which surprised Ambre who was obviously trying to struggle quickly... But as her hips moved from left to right, Garlim's second arm wrapped around her neck for a stranglehold!

"Nghh?!.."

Ambre immediately held her breath and thought about a way to get out of it without hitting... And the idea that came to her mind was rather crude... No choice, she didn't have much time to think! She bent her knees slightly to be even smaller and leaned her upper body forward, forcing Garlim to lie on her back so he could carry her by throwing herself against the cage behind her.

[APlaying]

The blonde goddess's speed was explosive enough to overwhelm Ambre, when Garlim debuted in MMA, sweeping the competition, defeating the vast majority of her opponents with quick KOs. Before being known as the goddess of war, she used to be called the queen of thunder, considered by many to be the prime blonde goddess who was an unbeatable adversary at the time.

Garlim held Ambre tightly, trying to immobilize her, as soon as Black Pearl began to lean, for a second Garlim thought she was about to faint, even considering letting her go as soon as she went limp in her arms. But she couldn't have been more wrong, because Ambre ended up pushing herself to throw her hard against the octagon cage. "Nngh! OHhhh!" Garlim's body would be crushed like a sandwich between Ambre and the bars, causing the air to rush out of her and her grip to weaken, quickly becoming stunned and at Ambre's mercy.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Surprisingly, Ambre found herself strong enough to carry Garlim on her back and move with her opponent until she pinned the blonde against the bars. The Frenchwoman could breathe again as she felt that her opponent's grip had lightened and took advantage of it to free her arm from her armbar and turn around to face Garlim.

"Mnnhh.."

They still weren't allowed to hit each other so Ambre had to find a hold... or a move! An idea came to her when she saw Garlim's state and the Frenchwoman quickly grabbed Garlim by the arm and her sports shorts, pulling her towards the center of the ring while trying to reach her again, this time using the strength of her arms, to execute a vertical suplex!

[APlaying]

Garlim's eyes widen as Ambre grabs her by her shorts and leads her around like a puppet. The blonde goddess was so stunned that she simply put up no resistance, as Ambre brought her to the center of the octagon, where she would carry her by turning her body upside down. Garlim wasn't at all surprised that Ambre is capable of doing this, as she knows how strong she is and carrying someone of her size is probably routine, feeling her muscles tense up.

As Ambre lifts her up and places her over his shoulder balancing a bit, Garlim grits his teeth, preparing for the crash landing. “WHAAaH!.. Aa.” she groans as she is slammed to the mat, running out of breath. Garlim quickly spins involuntarily on herself, at which point her large bust covered her face for an instant, until she was sitting on her knees.

Garlim's gaze was completely lost, with her pupils wobbling a bit before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed face first to the canvas. Garlim's weight worked completely against him, for although she had withstood the blow well, her weight increased the intensity of the impact, piercing through her defenses. Now the blonde goddess was sunk to the canvas and helpless, a sight that in other circumstances would be very embarrassing for her.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was still as strong as ever, enough to be able to lift the giant that is Garlim and throw her to the ground with a powerful Vertical Suplex. She huffed slightly when she saw her sparring partner on the ground and took advantage of her opponent's state to bring her back to the ground, following up with a submission hold.

The Black Pearl wrapped her thighs around the blonde's neck, locking one of the Goddess' arms in the process to immobilize her and tighten her legs for a Triangle Choke. She took advantage of her free hands to grab Garlim's free hand, seeking to completely immobilize her opponent.

[APlaying]

Garlim was a bit groggy after the hard impact, the blonde goddess' body felt even heavy as Ambre dragged her around like a sack of potatoes. “Mmm... mmmm...” Garlim moaned as she began to have the sensation of Ambre's thighs wrapping around her head, a familiar position that made her know perfectly well what was about to happen.

The blonde goddess let out a muffled cry as Ambre's thighs widened around her, applying an overwhelming pressure that made her retch. Her flushed face went from an embarrassed demeanor to a much more affable expression as she let out soft, slow squeals of helplessness.

Anyone in her situation would immediately faint or give up, but Garlim was not just anyone. Despite her situation, she knew a thousand ways out of this grip she knew perfectly. But a mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face, perhaps signaling that she had something else in mind.

She was really too tired now to keep expending more energy trying to resist, so instead she would try to get out by a less conventional method. Garlim planted her feet weakly on the canvas and pushed herself forward gathering her strength, her thighs trembled a little once she pushed herself forward and in this way she would put Ambre in a fetal position.

If she managed to get to this, she would play a little joke on Ambre by using her one free hand to stroke her side to tickle him.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre continued to tighten her thighs, trying to apply a lot of pressure until Garlim gave up or was knocked out... But Garlim didn't stay down. She continued to struggle until she found a good grip on the ring mat, managing to slightly straighten up and find herself on the French woman who was forced to bend her knees.

"Nghh... Ah? Haha! Drop it!!"

Garlim took advantage of her position to tickle the French woman and it was very effective, Ambre moved from left to right before completely releasing her opponent and rolling to the side, sighing while on her knees to catch her breath with this brief pause.

[APlaying]

The tickling wasn't for nothing, Garlim had noticed perfectly well how shy Ambre is, so she was sure she wouldn't know how to deal with this kind of situation, and she was right. Ambre squirmed with laughter, loosening her grip until it completely ceased, releasing her hold on the blonde goddess who simply rolled over to lie on her back.

Garlim had her limbs flacid in an eagle position, while her chest rose and fell with intensity as she tried to catch her breath. “Haah, aaah, haaah...” The blonde goddess couldn't move much due to exhaustion, she hadn't given herself a break despite all the movements she was subjected to in such a short time.

Garlim turned her gaze to where Ambre was to see how she was doing, she actually found it adorable that someone like Black Pearl was so giggly. “I... Not yet, I haven't given up.” She said between soft gasps, even though she felt like a rag doll, her will to fight was still intact.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre and Garlim moved away and looked into each other's eyes, panting with fatigue. The French girl had dominated her last few minutes... But she shouldn't be too confident, she knew that at the slightest mistake Garlim would be there to punish her... And the blonde didn't seem to have given up.

Ambre sighed as she straightened up and opened her arms wide, slowly approaching her opponent, inviting her to do the same for a new bearhug contest.