Big, Powerful and Beautiful: Ambre Vs Garlim

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As soon as Garlim resumed the duel with a strong bearhug, Black Pearl happily reciprocated. Both Viking girls simply could not resist the idea of outdoing each other, constantly testing their endurance and strength, simply the ecstasy of defeating an opponent equal or stronger than oneself was irresistible. The feeling of power in the grip of both girls made the arena tremble with cheers, the crowd deafened in cheers and chants. Ambre's grip was undoubtedly very strong, although Garlim kept a good grip on her and would try to lift her progressively. But at the same time, Black Pearl was also seeking the same goal.

At this moment the goddess of war would realize that her adversary was well experienced in this field. In a hallucinating way Ambre would begin to press even harder on Garlim, making the war goddess slowly give in to her claws, lifting her up little by little enhancing the intensity of her grip “AAAAAGH!!!” Garlim howled at the pressure of Ambre's beefy arms encircling her waist, something that would have left her breathless had she not tensed her body in time. But this would not last long, Garlim released her hands and rested them on Ambre's shoulders, trying to push to relieve the pressure around her waist.

There would come a point where she would feel better and rise a little more, but it wasn't because of her... It was because Ambre suddenly changed her grip! Garlim let out a gasp of surprise before being grabbed and whipped with thunderous force to the canvas. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!” Garlim groaned, feeling the impact of Ambre's powerful swing. As she hit the canvas, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and admiration for her opponent's strength.

Despite the hard impact, she knew she couldn't stay on the canvas for long, so she would try to get up slowly, she looked at Ambre while Ambre would tell her that she is weaker than her. Garlim staggered a little but would manage to steady himself, still feeling the hard blow rumbling throughout his body. “I'll make sure, you regret saying that to me.” With that, Garlim made her way to the corner, where she began to stretch and refocus her mind.

Garlim was experiencing the heat of battle, something she hadn't felt in quite some time. But that impact had penetrated her stamina, and she was doing her best not to let it show (“Looks like pro wrestling, it's more fun than I thought”) but she wouldn't let this setback discourage her. Instead, she would use it as fuel to become an even stronger competitor. I grab the ropes and try to anticipate Ambre's next move.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre needed to breathe after such a power move sequence, she might be powerful and her endurance increased, she still had to remain cautious so as not to be surpassed by her opponent who was also a monster of brute force. The French woman continued to stare at her opponent, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes to understand the intentions of her opponent who seemed rather angry but still kept her calm by taking her distance.

She was probably waiting a moment to counterattack, it seemed so obvious but Ambre wanted to play the game but without rushing. She took a long breath before straightening up, walking confidently towards her opponent who was much taller than her and clenching her fists without taking her eyes off Garlim. As soon as she found herself within attacking distance, Ambre gave a powerful belly punch to her opponent's abs and expected to be hit in return to follow up with a second belly punch coming from her second fist.

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“Ohhh!” Garlim exclaimed, clenching her stomach from the impact of Ambre's powerful punch. She gasped doubling over and her eyes narrowed in response as she watched her approach for another blow. Garlim was still dazed from the blow so she looked vulnerable to the next blow to the abdomen, her core was softened and her hips and thighs quivered.

Despite the hard blows from her opponent that staggered her, they were not strong enough to knock her down. So quickly Garlim grabbed with her strong arms encircling Ambre's torso, crushing her against the muscular body of the war goddess. “I'm going to humiliate you on your own ground too” she growls in Ambre's ear.

Garlim slides her body until she puts her hands behind black pearl's thighs, trying to lift her up and throw her hard against the canvas again. The idea is to simply turn Ambre upside down and choke her head with a breast smoother. Sweat could clearly be seen breaking out on Garlim's forehead due to fatigue, so in this position she could make sure to drown her without straining her stamina.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre managed to give a powerful blow to her opponent's abs and although Garlim found herself a little surprised by the power of the blow, she didn't give the French woman time to follow up with a second strike or a submission hold. Instead, Garlim locked the French woman in her powerful arms to trap her in a small squeeze but especially to suffocate the French woman with a rather unexpected Breast Smother.

"Mmmphh?!!"

The Black Pearl tried to free herself by moving her head and body from left to right but it was ineffective, Garlim's hold was far too powerful in addition to lifting her up just as easily. Ambre had no choice but to use her brute strength and she clenched her fists with all her might to continue hitting Garlim's abs until the so-called goddess released her before she found herself unconscious because of a vulgar smother!

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“Ooouch!” Garlim moaned once her body contracted a little before Ambre's punches, she tensed his body involuntarily to withstand the impacts that softened more and more her midsection. Quickly releasing her hands from her opponent's waist and grabbing Ambre's arm, Garlim struggled a little with her as she raised black pearl's hands above her head, looking to plant them on the canvas to exert her pressure without problems.

The goddess of war sticks out her legs on both sides and tries to trap Ambre's thighs between her legs, so she could incapacitate her completely to avoid trouble. Garlim's thighs grew wider as she applied more pressure, seeking to sap Ambre's strength until she stopped moving under the pressure.

Garlim's face flushed red from the effort, the way Ambre was rubbing her head on her chest, and the exhaustion. Despite the position she was taking to incapacitate her, her strength would not stop being spent. “You're strong mademoiselle, but I'm going to soften you up to the point where your hard muscles feel soft.” Despite the effort, Garlim was perfectly aware that Ambre had also sacrificed a lot of resistance until now.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was struggling fiercely using her fists against a rather sexy submission and smothering hold. She held her breath as best she could but Garlim's chest was starting to become a hotter and more difficult place to live, she had to escape and quickly.

Her fists were useless and her legs were immobilized by her opponent's thighs, escaping was going to be difficult but fortunately for her, she was able to learn from her previous mistakes. Ambre may have had powerful arms and legs, but it was useless if she didn't fight using her whole body and especially if she only used strikes!

She had to show that she knew how to do something else and faced with such a situation, nothing better than taking her opponent in her arms to slightly lift her, enough so that she could at least turn around to face the center of the ring before letting herself fall forward to execute a powerful slam followed by a headbutt on the chest of the War Goddess.

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Garlim squeezed hard as Ambre resisted, the powerful blonde had to admit that this attempt to get out was very tender. Perhaps in the case of other people, trying to lift someone as strong as her especially in this position would be impossible, but Ambre would surprise her when she slowly began to lift her with her wrists until she was exposed, reversing their positions. Garlim fell with her back to Ambre from her large chest, but her legs were still firmly attached to the Frenchwoman's thighs, who in a burst of adrenaline from the second wind, threw a strong headbutt against the chest of the goddess of war.

Her large chest was quickly crushed, shaking almost everywhere in a very pleasing way to look at. Which was worth the cheers of multiple spectators. "GUUUUGH!!" Garlim groaned after being left breathless by that strong headbutt, causing him to involuntarily loosen her grip to the extent that Ambre simply standing up could easily slip out. Garlim wanted to get up quickly, but her body felt heavy with fatigue and sudden shortness of breath. So she remained lying on the canvas with her arms extended to both sides, while she gasped, seeing Ambre on top of her.

This was bad, Garlim for the first time in the fight felt that she was exposed after not having been able to overcome her opponent's resistance. She had to catch his breath if she didn't want to lose right now.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though Ambre couldn't completely remove her head from her opponent's breast smother, she still managed to take enough distance for her headbutt to be effective. In addition to being painful, Garlim sighed in pain and released Ambre who immediately raised her head, breathing again and moving back to take her distance.

She had to fight intelligently, Ambre was too tired to execute a big move but if she didn't attack first she risked giving the advantage to her opponent. She had to find something to do that wasn't very tiring at all costs... So the Black Pearl found the perfect move to weaken Garlim and regain her strength.

"Uuuuff... Nnnghh !"

She sucked in a deep breath and puffed out her chest to get as much air as possible into her lungs. She leaned back, raising her right arm to her chest and straightened up once more to throw her arm forward, slamming her forearm against Garlim's chest for a powerful chop that could surely send the Goddess of War over the top rope!

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After the hard headbutt she received right in the chest, anyone would have thought that Garlim's large breasts would have cushioned the blow. But in fact it was quite the opposite, her breasts are a sensitive part so the blow felt as if a car had run over her. As Ambre rose above her, Garlim was still gasping for breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. After a few seconds, Garlim rested her shoulders on the canvas to try to get up.

Her vision was somewhat blurred and her cheeks reddened with fatigue, although she made an effort to look tough, she could not hide the pain and how tired she was. She staggered as she tried to get up and although she could see Ambre's attack coming, the goddess of war was in no condition to dodge the hard blow that landed against her chest, causing the little breath she had to be snatched away in one blow.

Garlim let out a muffled scream as she stepped over the top rope. Normally professional wrestlers, they script their falls pretty well, so when they do certain stunts they usually prepare to try to land in a good position to cushion the fall, and take as little damage as possible. But Garlim didn't train for this kind of situation!

The blonde with the big bristly hair simply fell hard on her face to the mat, to say she was dazed sounded like an understatement. She probably almost fainted with this impact, which was highlighted by the fact that after the impact she was lying flat on her face on the ground. Garlim's vision was blurred, but she could see the audience exalted and euphoric at the moment, their shouts echoing through her head without having any idea what they were saying. Clearly her inexperience in professional wrestling had taken its toll again, now with his body showing nothing but contractions from the pain.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre slammed her forearm against Garlim's chest, trying to push her opponent over the ropes with her strength, but Garlim seemed to be strong and heavy enough not to be completely pushed back. The Goddess in War found herself pushed back by the Frenchwoman's chop, then the ropes forced her to push herself forward again, forcing Garlim to fall against the mast face down.

Ambre sighed and took a few steps back, taking a few seconds to think and regain her strength. She had to take stock of what she knew about her opponent. Garlim was strong, whether it was hitting, grappling or taking hits... But she didn't seem as invincible as some people she had faced. Maybe the blonde lacked experience... and in this case, Ambre could perhaps take the advantage thanks to that!

She rushed to the ropes, climbing them until she found herself standing on the corner of the ring. She looked at her opponent behind her still lying on the ground and sighed deeply, she had trained in aerials but she had never tried it in an official match. This was the perfect moment to dominate her opponent and show the public how much she had improved! The Black Pearl slightly bent her knees and jumped into the air doing a backflip to find herself face down on the ground, crushing Garlim with all her weight in a Moonsault! If she managed to execute this move, she would follow up with a pinfall.