A cycle of endless conflict - Garlim Vs Alaina Sanders

[APlaying]

Garlim pressed hard against Alaina, planting her feet firmly against the canvas to push with all her strength. As soon as Alaina began landing blows on her back, Garlim bent slightly while resisting, until a hard knee strike hit her in the middle of her torso. “Ugggh!” Garlim's cheeks puffed out as the knee strike kept her suspended briefly in the air.

The blonde goddess staggered back a little, swaying for a moment. She knew perfectly well that Alaina had done this to get her off her, so she wouldn't give her any room to maneuver. Still only inches away from her, she quickly closed in on Alaina again to lock her in place once more. “You're being naive if you think I'll let you do that.” Garlim placed her hands on Alaina's shoulders to control her upper body, so that every time the redhead tried to throw punches at her, Garlim would counter by putting her arms in between to block her blows. At the same time, to deal with her legs, Garlim raised her knees under Alaina's thighs to hinder her leg movements.

Garlim was very used to fighting practically glued to her opponents, but she didn't notice that the referee was starting to count to five for Garlim to get off Alaina.

“HEY! IVANNA! LET GO OF YOUR OPPONENT!... ONE!”

[Highfly]

Alaina screamed, howling as she exerted herself. She was done looking like some hapless punching bag. She headbutt Garlim and shoved her back thrusting with her whole body. She didn't know why the referee was counting and she damn well didn't need some official or opponent feeling sorry for her to save her. Alaina wanted to get out of the corner and then step out and spear Garlim as hard as she could looking to fight back and show this woman that she wasn't just some old pushover.

[APlaying]

The referee began counting as the girls intensified their efforts to control each other, and although Garlim had tried to restrain herself somewhat in front of the older woman, she was now unleashing her fury. Given the blonde goddess's track record, the referee's reaction was understandable, but Alaina, for her part, sought to fan the flames.

While Garlim was busy immobilizing Alaina's limbs with a constant struggle, the Amazon threw her head forward to deliver a powerful headbutt that landed squarely on Garlim's face. The blonde goddess writhed in pain as Alaina pushed with all her might to free herself.

The push did more than simply knock her back; it caused Garlim to fall face-first onto the canvas, rolling onto all fours and trying to get up quickly. But just as she began to rise, she collapsed, leaning on her elbows, her enormous breasts slumping against the canvas. “Tch... klutz...” the blonde goddess muttered to herself, having neglected her face once again. The former heavyweight champion's headbutt had shaken her brain so badly that she had essentially suffered a concussion. Now she was easy prey for Alaina.

[Highfly]

Alaina managed to shock Garlim with the headbutt and Alaina needed the breather. She stumbled out of the corner, bending down to grab hold of Garlim to help haul the woman up to her feet. Alaina was going to try to end this soon, she felt she had to. She was hurting and running the risk of a defeat as time continued on. She had to show she wasn't all done after the title loss.

Alaina pulled Garlim up and shoved her head between Alaina's legs. She grabbed Garlim around the waist positioning herself to lift Garlim up for an amabomb! Alaina was going for broke here, taking a gamble to see if she could end things with this!

[APlaying]

As the seconds passed, Garlim began to feel increasingly disoriented, until she felt nauseous, as if she were on a boat being constantly tossed about by the waves. Her vision went from clear to blurry in an instant, and she didn't notice when Alaina grabbed her by the hair.

The blonde goddess groaned as her head was pushed between the Amazon's thighs. Alaina grabbed her by the waist and took a second to catch her breath before lifting Garlim up and throwing her backwards onto the canvas. “AAH!!!” Garlim's mouth fell open as her back hit the canvas, right on the spot injured by that amateur. The pain ran through her body like a shockwave before she finished collapsing onto the canvas, completely stunned and apparently unconscious.

Was this the end?

[Highfly]

The daze and cumulative pain Alaina had taken coupled with he shots to the head led to her feeling dizzy and a wave of light headedness sweeping over her. She lift Garlim up and sent her crashing down but instead of pinning Garlim the amazon collapsed next to her and laid there motionless as she herself seemed to be in no shape to even pin her opponent! Alaina's thoughts were disjointed, she couldn't see straight or even hear without some strange echo as if she were fading in and out of consciousness herself.

[APlaying]

Both girls lay sprawled on the mat as the referee counted to see if either of them would get up.

Garlim was flat on the mat, slowly regaining consciousness after the tremendous fall she had suffered. As she began to open her eyes, an intense pain shot through the back of her neck, where she slowly placed a hand as she turned onto her stomach. She couldn't quite process her thoughts; all that came to mind was that, up to that point, her performance had been pathetic.

"Five!... Six!..."

Garlim heard the count, but unlike the occasional pinfall, this time it reached six. Which meant one thing: she was still in the match!

The blonde goddess gritted her teeth and slowly began to rise. She couldn't afford to waste another opportunity like this.

[Highfly]

Alaina groaned and stirred, gasping for breath as her chest heaved. She shook her head and was attempting to rise but the going was very slow for her. She shook and trembled as she slowly began to try to push herself up, still on the mat enough for the official to be counting.

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

[APlaying]

"NI...!" Right on the count of nine, Garlim managed to get back to her feet, panting and groaning. "Hahh..." The blonde goddess approached Alaina, walking towards her with a slow, deliberate gait, as if she were planning a head-on fight. Once she was close enough, she whispered, "You know what I told Ambre was key to defeating you? We simply trained our physical durability... Your body is no longer capable of keeping up with you... I'm just referring to the fact that I haven't even given you that much trouble, and yet you're exhausted... And all the blows you've landed on me so far? Perhaps I'm in worse shape than you, but I can withstand it... That's why, and for many other reasons. I'm not proud to face you... These kinds of matchups... Professional wrestling... It's a bizarre spectacle." Garlim's voice almost broke as she finished saying that. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she couldn't stop one of them from running down her cheek.

The voice of the crowd echoed as they booed the blonde goddess, emphasizing some comments about how her mere presence defiled the ring, and that she was terrible at this. "... I, Gi!... Grrrggrg!!!" Garlim clenched her fists and stomped hard on the canvas, stopping what appeared to be a voluntary exit. She took another step closer to Alaina and pressed her forehead against the Amazon's, glaring at her. She had already come so far in this match; surrendering now would mean throwing everything away.

Garlim was clearly confused. A victory now could put Alaina back in the circuit. But... what would become of her if she give up now? It would only make her look like a trash in the eyes of the people who trust her: Ambre, Snow, E'isa, and the others. It would only make Garlim, in the long run, nothing more than a tool to promote the others, as Snow told her. She had to look out for herself now.

[Highfly]

Alaina was rising and Garlim approached. Talking again. Alaina was tired of it. Garlim acted like she was better than everybody. She ran her mouth all the time. Alaina just smashed her with a finisher yet couldn't capitalize, something that utterly embarassed the amazon. She had to beat this arrogant woman.

She swung her first right into Garlims jaw as hard as she could, shouting as she stepped in at Garlim, her fists flying at her face repeatedly!

"You... talk... too... much!" Alaina shouted between each swing ofnher fist.