Polissage de la perle, With a good hug routine.

[APlaying]

Garlim gasped as she watched Ambre pull herself together a bit, to which she decided to get up as well. Her body felt heavy, but she was sure it would be enough to compete. Garlim took her maximum height while shrugging her shoulders, Ambre at the same time stood up to challenge the blonde goddess, slowly opening her arms.

Garlim would do the same feeling her blood boil with excitement, as she circled Ambre like a predator stalking its prey. Garlim walked around Black Pearl and let her hand stay close to Ambre's abdomen, daring to brush it lightly.

In an instant Garlim would try to move quickly to Ambre's back as she wrapped her arms around her waist tightly, her bust molding to Ambre's back the more pressure she tried to exert.

The blonde goddess would try to reverse roles to make this a little game of submission.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre and Garlim circled each other with their arms open and without taking their eyes off each other before throwing themselves at each other, crushing their chests, stomachs and hips together before locking themselves in their arms for a new bearhug contest, this time standing! It might be difficult for Ambre, even if she had dominated this start of sparring she had lost this duel during their match... And she didn't plan on losing again!

"Mnghhh!.."

The Black Pearl leaned back slightly, sighing softly in pain because of Garlim's arms bending her in two, but took the opportunity to slightly lift the blonde and make her bearhug much more powerful... Although it was going to tire her out more quickly! Fortunately for her, Ambre worked on her endurance!

[APlaying]

“Uuuuuuuuh!” the blonde goddess moaned appreciatively, her cheek resting against Ambre's on her heaving chest as she felt the Frenchwoman squeeze her even tighter. Though he was beginning to run out of breath, Garlim gathered what strength he had and would try to counter Ambre's grip by pressing even harder and trying to lift her up just the same.

Both girls would take a very similar pose trying to dominate each other, bending their backs backwards. Despite her fatigue, Garlim struggled, her face turning red as she desperately tried to get the upper hand, but only succeeded in tightening Ambre's grip even more, proving that both girls were still equal in strength. But Ambre continued to have a better position.

Feeling her waist soften between the Frenchwoman's hard arms, the blonde goddess couldn't help but grudgingly admire her fierce determination. “This, this is so... God!” gasped Garlim, looking at Ambre with narrowed eyes. Taking the opportunity to reverse her position, she suddenly leaned back, using her momentum and strength to flip Ambre over her shoulder and threw her back down on the canvas with one decisive motion, expelling the air from her lungs.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had a lot of trouble against Garlim, the blonde was one of the heaviest and strongest heavyweights she had ever faced. The duel was so intense that the Frenchwoman sighed with fatigue, panting slightly as she squeezed Garlim with all her strength and tried to carry her... While trying to prevent her opponent from carrying her in return!

"Nnnghhh!.. MNHH?!"

But suddenly, Ambre opened her eyes and mouth wide as she felt her body being lifted as if nothing had happened. Garlim threw the Frenchwoman over her shoulders, forcing the Frenchwoman to let go of her grip and fall face down on the mat. Ambre sighed slightly and slowly straightened up, keeping her back to her opponent, she needed to catch her breath and quickly.

[APlaying]

Garlim was on her knees next to Ambre, chest heaving as she caught her breath, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. She had turned her rival around, managing to overpower her and take advantage once again. Though that didn't take away her right to feel Impressed, Ambre. Garlim quickly crawled over to the Frenchwoman and placed a hand on her hip, leaning forward slightly with a playful smile. “tell me mademoiselle, How many times must I prove to you that I am a goddess in the octagon?” The blonde began to slowly wrap her arms around Ambre's waist to slowly carry her like a sack of potatoes.

Once they were both on their feet, Garlim paused to take a breath, she was on the edge and her muscles were trembling, the effort showing on her reddish skin, along with her face red from the effort. The blonde goddess was determined to make the Frenchwoman wear herself out completely, and she had the strength to prove it. “I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget.” She hissed, grabbing Ambre's wrists and holding her down as she hovered over her. Until she squeezed her with all the strength she had left with a bearhug from behind her back, but that wouldn't be all, as Garlim would walk over to the octagon grates to press Ambre face-first into them to add more pressure.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre found herself lifted by Garlim as she was regaining her strength. Her eyes widened in surprise, thinking that the blonde needed more time to catch her breath just like her!... But it was too late for her!

The self-proclaimed Goddess wrapped her arms around the French girl's hips and squeezed them with all her strength for a powerful squeeze, locking Ambre in a painful Reverse Bearhug that forced her to sigh all the air in her lungs! Despite her compressed stomach, her face and chest crushing against the cage and the pain, Ambre put her hands on Garlim's arms to try to open it and make her grip less firm... But it was useless!

"Mnnnghh !.."

[APlaying]

Ambre put her hands on the blonde goddess's arms to try to loosen her grip, but due to how weakened she was and coupled with the pressure of the cage, she simply couldn't move them an inch. Just imagining Ambre's figure seen outside the bars was pleasant for Garlim, but although the Frenchwoman was very weak, this was not enough.

After a moment, Garlim walked a little away from the cage with Ambre in her arms. But as soon as she stopped in the center of the octagon, Garlim would release her for a moment to quickly stretch her arms to both sides. The moment Ambre stood up with her arms hanging would be the right moment to execute one of her most devastating grabs.

When the right moment arrived, Garlim grabbed Ambre's forearms next to Ambre's midsection and squeezed with all her strength to execute her characteristic movement. PRESS.

The blonde goddess grunted from the effort and her arms burned as if they were burning from the intensity of the hug. "Ambre... Tell me..." Garlim carried Ambre a little higher as she began to peek her head over her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a tired and somewhat seductive tone. "Are you ready to... Surrender" During their encounter in the ring, Ambre had managed to escape this same hold with a good headbutt. But in this situation, it was forbidden to use hits, which made it impossible to get rid of this. Maybe if it weren't for that headbutt, Ambre would have undoubtedly lost that match.

Now she was in a very vulnerable situation to what is probably the most powerful variant of the bear hug that exists.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre tried to fight as best she could by using her strength to spread her opponent's arms... But it didn't seem to be enough! Ambre was weakened after this duel without any downtime and the blonde goddess finally dominated the Frenchwoman, moving her as she wanted where she wanted. Ambre remained rather silent in the center of the ring, panting heavily now that she could breathe again and looking Garlim straight in the eyes.

"Not even in a dream!..."

The Frenchwoman pulled her arms with all her strength forward and backward, trying to make the hold on her forearms more and more complicated for Garlim to prevent the blonde from chaining with a bigger hold!... But it was going to be difficult to avoid that, Garlim was much better than her in pure grappling and Ambre didn't have the right to use strikes!