After spending some time in the gym testing Ambre's strength beyond its limits, Garlim's body felt as if seven black belt Chinese had kicked the shit out of her. She really enjoyed the experience, though, which perhaps betrayed a bit of a masochistic aptitude. Maybe she should do this more often thinking to herself, it would help her to improve her durability which is so far her worst quality. Casual
So after the extensive session of bearhugs, she invited Ambre to her house to spend some time in company and give some attention to their bodies, both of them worn out by the pressure to which they were subjected without rest, almost like being flipped over like grilled chicken. And when they both got ready to go for a walk while Garlim locked the gym, her body was still shaking and wobbling a bit from the tension. But as she is, she refused to show her vulnerability, let alone at this time of night as the time flew by.
“Haah... It's already six thirty, I feel like a car ran over me.” She said as she stroked the side of her waist, though luckily her house was nearby so it wouldn't be long before she arrived.
After passing through a few streets, they had reached an avenue of condominiums. “Okay, this is it.” she said as she guided Ambre to the entrance. Garlim House
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Ambre had just come out of a rather intense training with one of her former opponents, Garlim! The blonde was known for her strength and her incredible grappling talent... But since their meeting and despite her victory, Ambre has never forgotten their intense duels and has trained relentlessly to try to surpass the self-proclaimed Goddess... But their sparring was summed up in several bearhug and body press duels...
She once again won this sparring by giving everything she had in a last squeeze and now, she was going to be able to rest by being offered a meal... She couldn't miss this, especially if it was going to help her socialize! After a few minutes of walking, Ambre and Garlim found themselves in front of a beautiful house... And Ambre found herself invited to go inside.
"Thanks..."
The French girl entered a little hesitantly and took off her shoes after crossing the door, not wanting to dirty the floor. She continued on her way to the end of the corridor and looked at the blonde behind her with a hand on her hip.
"Do you need help preparing food?... I can help you if you want." Ambre
Garlim smiled, amused that Ambre wanted to go to the trouble of helping her cook. But as sore as she felt, Ambre was still her guest. “I appreciate the offer, but I've got this under control. Cheer up and make yourself at home. I'll prepare you a worthy feast.” She left the hallway and walked to the kitchen which was right next door, leaving her boots by the door leaving her barefoot.
“I think you're the first guest I've had in a long time, the last time I think it was a couple of years ago when my foster sister came to say goodbye. She is now in China and has a great career in professional wrestling. In fact it was her who brought me to LAW, although I actually accepted out of sheer necessity.” Garlim opened the fridge and took out things like meat, spices, butter, oil, eggs, sausage and some yellow cheese. Placing each of the ingredients on the table. “So tell me, how did you get into this whole professional wrestling thing?” She grabbed a frying pan and a towel to wipe it down, then quickly turned on the stove to place the pan on top and poured some oil on it to heat it up.
While the oil was heating, she reached for the steak to place it on a piece of wood on the table in the middle and pulled out a hammer from among the silverware. With moderate force Garlim began to hit some points of the cold meat to tenderize it. The truth is that raising her arm again and again to hammer the meat hurt her with each lift, because the pressure she suffered in her bicep before still made it hurt. But Garlim tried not to reflect the pain, the only sign was the occasional twitching in her eye.
Ambre followed Garlim into her kitchen and stood near the entrance so as not to disturb the blonde who clearly didn't need help. She remained silent and with her arms crossed, letting the blonde talk about the last time she invited someone to this house and why she was at LAW... It was rather sad and a little embarrassing, the French girl was taken aback.
"Oh.. I'm sorry.."
She uncrossed her arms and stroked her hair, trying to forget the little embarrassment she felt to answer her former opponent.
"Well... I started bodybuilding in middle school because I wanted to stop being bothered... And one day I came across wrestling videos, I found the women super impressive and strong... And since then I've been trying to become like them...!"
Ambre laughed nervously, she wasn't used to opening up to people.
"It may seem ridiculous to you since you were once a champion, but if I want to become a champion so badly, it's to become the equal of my idols... I want to know what it's like to be strong, respected, and the best at something...!"
Garlim blushed and let out a laugh when she heard Ambre's response. “Hahahaha! So, you got into pro wrestling because you liked the girls you saw on videos? I think that rather means other things.” She hinted with a mischievous grin. When Ambre mentioned being a champion, it left the blonde goddess thinking for a second as she finished tenderizing the meat. “So you wanted them to stop picking on you, learning self-defense is important, and being like your idols can be nice...” Garlim paused briefly as she took a knife to open some folds.
“Let me tell you how I became a champion.... Hm... I wouldn't know where to start...” After a second's thought, she simply started from the beginning. “I grew up in the municipal orphanage in Amsterdam, I never knew my parents and let's say that the kids in the orphanage were like my family. Although the atmosphere of that place was everything except.... Family.” Garlim remarked. “Generally the days at the orphanage consisted of having to deal all the time with spoiled brats and caretakers who didn't look out for our safety. I used to fight almost all the time with a certain group of delinquents at the orphanage, so it was normal to wake up with bruises and try to make room for new injuries the next day. The director of the orphanage could be said to be something like my “Father” back then, at least I remember I got to call him that on a couple of occasions. Well, I used to be the one who got punished the most." Explained Garlim with a forced grimace of laughter.
“Before you get the wrong idea, I used to be punished not for being the one who started the fights. It was for having to constantly defend a couple of kids I considered my brothers. So a few years went by, boys came and went.... But I stayed at the orphanage until I was thirteen, basically because no one wanted to adopt the most troubled girl in the orphanage”. Oddly, she told the tale with a certain nostalgia. “When you reach a certain age, you have the right to leave or continue living in the orphanage. However, the director felt that I would be better off as a nun in a church, I guess, to educate myself.... I really didn't want to spend my whole life like that. So one night, I ran away from the orphanage.” Once she finished trimming the folds, she began to sprinkle some oregano around the textures.
Ambre continued to stroke her hair with a little embarrassment following Garlim's answer about how she became a wrestler.
"Ahah... Well... Muscular women are pretty hot to be honest.. So I wanted to be one of them.."
She listened to the blonde's story again and got serious again. It was a rather sad story and it explained where Garlim's aggressiveness and knowledge came from during their matches... It's sure that compared to her, Ambre hadn't fought that much!.. And even today she had trouble fighting outside the ring, brawls weren't her thing!
"I see... And when you started MMA, did you have a goal?... And when you became champion, did your goal or something change in you?.."
Ambre was curious, she had talked with many champions and former champions and wanted to know if having a belt could change a person and their way of being.
Garlim listened attentively to Ambre as she put the steak on to boil, adding some paprika to give it more flavor. The trick was to turn the pieces every so often until they reached a golden color, which together with the spices generated an extremely appetizing salty smell. “The truth is that before leaving the orphanage I knew nothing about MMA, or any sport discipline.... I just begged for a while looking for a job.” Garlim went on to take a pinch of the spices and sprinkled them around the pan. “But after some time with no luck and a lot of hunger, I decided to steal some food from a restaurant. The owner threatened to sue me, but when she saw my situation she simply told me that I could pay her by working for her. Which was difficult, because I couldn't be a waitress since I couldn't read and didn't have much patience with the customers”. She said with a chuckle.
“But I was very good at washing up and learning in the kitchen. And right across the street from the restaurant there was a gym, which I joined one day just for fun. In that gym they used to practice kick boxing, Brazilian jiujitsu and so on. And sometimes they would make bets among themselves to see who would beat whom, taking advantage of one of the octagons there. I would watch the fights from time to time and even practice the moves I saw during my free time." She recounted with a nostalgic tone. “And then one day, I found myself just doing a routine with a barbell. And a girl who practiced moai tai challenged me to a fight, the gym was alone and I accepted because I didn't want to leave her practicing alone. Once we entered and started sparring, it didn't take long to break her. It took about 2 minutes and she was already completely inherte on the canvas”. Garlim said with a little chuckle.
“It was at that moment that the owner of the gym, who was watching the match, told me that this girl was nothing more and nothing less than a contender for the middleweight title in UFC. She was 21 years old at the time and I was just turning 15.” Garlim took a pause as she finished putting the steaks on both plates, and taking advantage of the spices in the oil, she also threw bacon and eggs on top of it.
“It turns out that since that day, the old man made me her disciple and prepared me to get to compete on behalf of her gym.” She said in a strangely melancholy way before taking a pause. “The truth... Everything I've accomplished, I owe it all to him.... I was up against women who always said they wanted to be the champion, and fight to the end to achieve that goal.... But back then, I had nothing more than that. And instead of saying things like “I want to be” I just said.... I have to be the best...” She explain.
The smell from the kitchen was tremendous, a sign that the food was turning out extremely delicious. “But a couple of days before I was going to win my title... The old man died... And in the end I won, clearly.... But when I got back home, I was all alone. And so I won the next one, and after getting the defense again and snatching another belt from a veteran. When I got back home, there was still no one... After winning those titles, I was left with an emptiness. No one was waiting for me once I won.” Although you may feel superior to others by highlighting their titles. The blonde goddess did not sound proud at all when recounting her achievements.
“Then came the day when I had to compete in the world championship, I had gone through a failed relationship. And my adopted sister on the old man's side, she never spoke to me again when her father died. At least until the day he left, which I think I told you that...” Garlim paused again as she sighed and carefully removed the food from the pan, placing it next to the steaks on each plate. “And when I faced the world champion? She decided, she said. To attack me where it hurt the most.... She said “Is it worth winning if you don't have anyone waiting for you back, you're just a simple complish bastard...” She had said it to throw me off balance... But I lost my temper to such an extent, that even after I knocked her down, I kept hitting her with all my might...” Garlim fought in honor of the hunger that had been instilled in her by his mentor who even became his father, but after his departure despite having turned Garlim into a beast. Her reason for fighting was no longer present to guide her.
Ambre continued to listen to Garlim's story and lowered her head and eyes, not knowing what to say to this... She tapped her finger against her elbow while thinking about what to say, it was a much sadder story than expected...
She remained silent for a long second before finally raising her head and caressing the back of her neck, looking at Garlim with a small, embarrassed and hesitant smile. She wanted to say something but she had taken a little too long to think, it was too late to continue this topic of conversation... Especially since the dish seemed almost ready.
"It smells good... Do you want me to prepare the table ?"
Seared steak, some bacon wrapped with scrambled egg. Everything on the plate, a dish that makes anyone water. "Sure! Make yourself comfortable." It seems that her mood improved when she saw Ambre express her appetite. Once Garlim brought the dishes to the table, she also brought the yellow cheese and a pear juice to accompany it. "Now the technical touch." Garlim took the yellow cheese and with a knife cut a few pieces on top of the bacon on both plates. Giving them an even prettier look. "And to tie." Also take the barbiquiu sauce and add about 3 stripes to the steak.
"And that's it! A dish of calories well distributed, and extremely tasty. I hope you're not vegan, you can't be a high-performance athlete eating tofu." She told Ambre between giggles. "For someone like me, calorie consumption is important. I think you know perfectly well that when my body tenses up, I basically become a bodybuilder. And the secret is to train constantly, sleep and, above all, eat well." She said as she took a seat before grabbing a fork and tasting the bacon. The flavor of the bacon wrapped in egg and with yellow cheese released an explosion of flavors, salty, sweet, crunchy, with the right amount of oil and a note of cheese that made it even juicier... If I had bought potatoes this would be even better!!!! BUT IT STILL TASTES AMAZING!!!
Could it be because she was hungry per se that makes it taste even better? What did it matter? This Felt Worthy Of Gods!.
Ambre regained her energy as she put the plates, glasses and cutlery on the table. She sat down on a chair while waiting to be served and smiled slightly because of shyness when she saw that Garlim was eager to eat her very protein-rich dish.
"Well... I understand better how you are so muscular if you eat so much protein!"
She then smiled when she saw Garlim loved her dish and grabbed the cutlery to take a piece, blow on it and before eating...
"Bon appétit"
She tasted the dish and indeed, it was delicious. The mix of fat, spice and cheese was perfect. She nodded as she continued to eat several bites until she finished her plate and watched Garlim as she put down her cutlery.
