Determination

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Svetlana's legs rose, trying to generate enough momentum to roll them. Garlim tried to maintain her grip, grabbing her arm more tightly, but Svetlana's strength and technique allowed her to roll slowly. As they rolled, Garlim's body began to slide off Svetlana's stomach, giving her a small chance to escape.

Garlim slid across the mat to one side with a sigh; there was still work to be done to wear down the Polish woman strength. “Aaall right.” Garlim got up and grabbed Svetlana by the shoulder to lift her up, carrying her to one of the corners of the ring, where she laid her back against the ropes.

She was preparing to punish her resistance, throwing a combo of quick jabs directly at her stomach.

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Svetlana grunted as she was lift and then dropped hard into the corner. Before she could push herself out she was rocked hard by the strikes to her abdomen! "Ugh! ARGH!" Svetlana shouted as she used her arms to cover up. The strikes that landed clean though did their work and she was bent over tryin to cover up as the strikes were pounding away at her clearly doing their job of wearing her down. She was trying to find a moment to simply shove Garlim hard just enough for Svetlana to escape the corner and get back on the move although that was looking like it may not happen the way these strikes were raining down on her!

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Garlim's fists continued to rain down on Svetlana's covered body, each blow landing with precision and force. But as she saw Svetlana's defense slowly falter and she began to become exposed, Garlim lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Svetlana's waist in an embrace.

The blonde goddess landed another blow to Svetlana's stomach, causing her to double over even further. Garlim took advantage of Svetlana's weakened state, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

“Are you ready to... surrender?” Garlim hissed, with her hot breath against Svetlana's ear. She made sure to stabilize the Polish geek woman a bit by putting one of her hands around her waist.

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Svetlana was having a hard time trying to read Garlim at times. This was one of those times. Svetlana was being hammered and then it stopped with Garlim asking if Svetlana was going to give up after being rocked by strikes. It was no hold and as much pain as Svetlana was in there was no way she was giving up. Garlim had to know that right? Or did she think Svetlana was going to cry begging for it to end?

Svetlana was going to answer Garlim as best she could and she swung her knee up into Garlim's abdomen before swinging her elbow at Garlim's head to follow up attempting to shove her away so Svetlana could escape the corner. "This is your answer." Svetlana said aching, hobbled but still zeroed in trying to focus on getting herself back into it.

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Garlim's eyes widened in surprise as Svetlana's knee connected with her stomach; the force of the blow doubled her over. The blonde goddess staggered back, momentarily losing her balance, as Svetlana delivered a swift elbow to her head. Garlim's vision blurred for an instant, but she quickly regained her composure, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and anger.

"Do you think you can just..." Garlim's voice trailed off as she stepped back, giving Svetlana room to escape the corner. But instead of retreating, Garlim charged forward, her eyes blazing.

She grabbed Svetlana's arm and spun her around to face the center of the ring. At that moment, she grabbed her waist in a tight hug before throwing her into a body-to-body suplex.

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Svetlana's reprieve was short lived as she managed to escape but Garlim was right back on her! Svetlana was grabbed and lift up before she knew it and she was flattened hard against the mat. The air left her lungs as she groaned, meekly kicking the mat. Garlim planted her hard and left Svetlana in pain on the mat as she writhed. Svetlana had managed to get a run earlier but now her body ached all over.

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Garlim's body pressed against Svetlana's, pinning her to the mat, her chest heaving with exertion. Garlim gripped her waist more tightly, holding her in place. “I don't think it was a good idea to run away from me, little girl.” Garlim taunted her, her tone somewhat malicious. She stared at her, her eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and amusement.

“Although I must admit, you took me by surprise. I didn't think you'd last so long.” As she spoke, the blonde goddess squeezed a little harder before loosening her grip on the Polish woman. She got off Svetlana and knelt down beside her. "Let's see... I'm sure I can't measure you with the same yardstick as other more experienced fighters. However, I've noticed that you lack defense, and you don't know how to deal with direct hits very well. You always end up exposed to counterattacks, plus you need to work on your agility..." She explained bluntly.

“Heh, but I'm not trying to belittle you. In fact, you're very good at what you do, and you've improved a lot.” Garlim placed one of her hands on Svetlana's forehead to smooth her hair. “You've become more resilient, you've developed your physique, and you've perfected your technique. I like your approach... Maybe Tina taught you well, but we can do much more with that..." Garlim said before lying down and wrapping Svetlana between her arms and legs with a rear naked choke.

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Svetlana was struggling to try to make it back up to her feet. She took in what Garlim had said but wasn't answering. She was trying to recover. However that just got worse as she felt Garlim latch on from behind and begin to choke her out! Svetlana let out a gagged scream and thrashed about knowing she couldn't power her way out by prying anything off her. She rocked side to side trying to roll the two of them closer to the ropes. She was fading fast and had to give it her all to get to her hands and knees. If she could get up and crawl, lunging to the ropes the last bit of distance she may be able to get a rope break...

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Garlim's grip tightened around Svetlana's neck and midsection. Svetlana's eyes widened as she struggled to break free, letting out a muffled scream, her body thrashing wildly as she tried to escape the stranglehold. As Svetlana swayed, Garlim adjusted her position, trying to maintain control.

But Svetlana's desperation was evident, and she managed to roll them both closer to the ropes. “Hey, why are you heading for the ropes? We're not playing by the rules of a match, are we?” said the blonde goddess expressing a certain tenderness. Garlim's grip faltered for a moment, and Svetlana seized the opportunity, getting down on all fours.

Garlim's arms still surrounded her neck, but Svetlana's momentum propelled her forward, and she managed to grab the ropes with one hand. It didn't take long for her to let go of Svetlana and leave her lying on the canvas.

[Highfly]

Svetlana was gasping for breath, shaking her head wearily as she kept hold of the ropes. She groaned as she began using them to help her get up to get feet, her limp legs seemingly unable to support her on their own. She was hurting, light headed and struggling for breath. She was in bad shape for sure. She couldn't give up though. Not after everything Garlim said. She was gasping for breath doing her best to recover but deep down she knew she was spent and that Garlim would be moving in, all she could do was ready herself and maybe work a counter. If not she was going to be done very soon.