AV 20 Alaina Sanders vs Charlotte Ravel

Millimeter by millimeter. Centimeter by centimeter. The pink-haired woman literally languished in pain and fatigue, continuing to move up. She had to press her whole body against the cage, minimizing tense as her arms and legs could barely support her own weight. It slowed her down a lot, but at least it allowed her to move up. Blood mixed with saliva continued to drip from her mouth, she didn't even want to think about how long her recovery period would be after this match. The only important thing now was to keep climbing.

The Sand Lizard had already climbed to the level of the top ropes when she heard the loud screams of the crowd. She clenched her jaw, and her fingers tensed to the point that the steel bars began to squeak. The young woman knew what caused the audience to make noise again. The Frenchwoman turned her head back and saw that her rival was crawling to the ropes in order to get to her feet. Of course, she expected this, during the time she spent with the Amazon in the ring, she managed to understand that theAmerican woman, like Charlotte, will always continue to rise until the very last moment. And yet the master of martial arts was ready to scream in despair, because everything she did was still not enough.

After her charge of rage was over, she felt devastated. It helped her to her feet, it helped her complete what is arguably the best combo of her life. But even after that, the Amazon still didn't back down. Even using her strongest and most formidable weapon, Charlotte was left behind. And now she simply had nothing more to offer. Charlotte closed her eyes. That fucking wall again. She cannot surpass this woman again. Charlotte was well aware that even in such a state, Alaina would certainly be able to catch up with her on this wall. Damn. Damn. Damn. The soul of the Frenchwoman was literally torn apart by the realization that despite her best efforts, she continued to be a pitiful newcomer.

She just couldn't think of what else she should do. If even going beyond the limits, her strength was not enough, then how could she win at all? The pink-haired woman opened her eyes. The answer was extremely simple. So simple that she wanted to laugh, but the pain in her chest stopped her. Instead, Charlotte smiled faintly. Indeed, one simple thought became the answer to all questions at once.

“Baise le mur…” she whispered.

Biting her lower lip, she continued to climb higher, as if trying to escape from the cage. Charlotte's eyes widened as she didn't try to move slowly now, conserving strength and soothing the pain. No, now she moaned and cried without interruption, but trying to move, absorbing all this pain. It even seemed to her that she would lose consciousness, but she needed to rise a little higher. Let them all think that she decided to run away. But she had to rise at least a meter higher. Due to such frequent interaction with steel bars, several of her nails were cracked and now blood was dripping even from her fingers. But the young woman, who with all her heart wanted to show what she was worth, continued to move.

And finally, she was slightly higher than the corner of the ring. A tremor engulfed her whole body, her mind held on with its last strength, such an amount of pain was something her brain could no longer cope with. But she had one more thing to do. Turning her head, Charlotte saw that her rival was already on her feet and approaching the corner. Even with one hand, even with one eye, the Amazon was still eager to get to Charlotte to prevent her from winning. The Sand Lizard could not even imagine what it would lead to later, a bad feeling had already settled in her soul. But now Alaina was exactly where the Frenchwoman wanted.

Taking the last deep breath that should have given her strength, Charlotte pushed off the cage, turning to face her rival. The young girl's feet landed on the top ropes and, in order not to fall down, she was forced to squat, placing her palms on the top of the corner. She looked straight into Alaina's eyes, and there was determination on her bloody face.

“I will never lose to you again,” that very thought could be read in her eyes.

Pain. Fatigue. Exhaustion. It didn't matter right now. She came here to prove to everyone that she is one of the most worthy fighters of the new generation. She wanted to finally change the bias from viewers and veterans towards newcomers. May her rival have a thousand times more matches. Right now. By showing all her will. By demonstrating all her skill. And by showing the flame of her heart. The Sand Lizard was determined to win.

Having exhaled all the remaining air from her lungs, she intended to leap forward, making a corkscrew rotation. When she first entered the ring here, she was confident that her punching and kicking skills would be enough. But it was Alaina who showed her that she had to develop further and therefore Charlotte began to pay much more attention to pro-wrestling techniques. And it was for Alaina that she trained this move. It was for this moment. The young woman was about to clasp the head of the Amazon with both hands. And if she succeeded, then it would have been little more than a matter of technique as she was about to swing her legs forward in order to land in a sitting position! She had never had to use such a complicated technique before, but now she set out to crush her rival's neck and jaw against her shoulder! She called it the flying lizard and she trained it with only one purpose. To defeat Alaina Sanders.

The moment Charlotte landed on her ass, a resonance went through her body. And if before this moment there were only cracks in her ribs, then now, she has provided herself with at least one fracture. The Sand Lizard once again grabbed onto her ribcage and collapsed onto her right side. The young woman moaned pitifully like a wounded beast that had lost all strength and, bleeding, lost the last hope to escape from the pursuit. She couldn't even remember exactly how many blows her ribs received in this match, but now the pink-haired woman realized that she had received an injury, because of which she would have to forget about new matches for quite a long time.

Was it worth it? Perhaps this was the most important question. The French woman's chest pain was so unbearable that she even forgot why she had broken her ribs. But even under the weight of this pain, she remembered that all this was in order to surpass her rival, the woman for whom she had endured so much pain today. Barely keeping herself awake, the Sand Lizard rolled over on her other side. Yes, it was worth it. Wiping the tears of pain from her eyes, she saw that her rival was lying practically without the slightest sign of movement.

Charlotte removed her hands from her chest and tried to get down on all fours, but a sudden stab of pain literally made her collapse onto the mat again. Even without a medical education, she understood that fragments of ribs were cutting into her lungs, which made her body simply refuse to move. She was not more than a meter apart from Alaina, but this meter was more like a whole mile. Although she did not see it, but now the referee girl was in complete confusion, realizing that at the moment both wrestlers were unable to move.

"So close..." thought the Sand Lizard.

Yes, indeed, so close. And so far at the same time. Did she really go all this way just to fail to make the last effort? The thought made the Frenchwoman disgusted with herself. She trained herself all entire life to gain control of her mind and body. She wanted to earn the right to call herself a martial artist. And she wanted to win. Not because winning was just important to her. But because she knew that she was able to be better, that she was able to show such tough and spectacular matches that any veteran would be forced to admit it.

“Uuuuuaaaammm…” she couldn't hold back anymore, she was really crying in pain.

And everyone could hear her cry when Charlotte bent her elbows and began to move forward. Every movement felt like real torture. Perhaps even worse than torture. Because she realized that with every movement she was hurting herself. It took her only four times to move her hands forward in order to get to Alaina's body. But this path was like endless thickets of thorns. Almost distraught with fatigue and pain, the Frenchwoman lay down on Alaina, pressing her chest against Alaina's stomach.

Almost the entire body of the young woman was smeared with blood and now she was on the verge of losing consciousness. But she wrapped her arms around both of the Amazon's legs, and then with a painful groan turned to the side, pressing her back against Alaina's chest. The girl referee, who looked at it all with wide eyes, finally realized that it was time to do her job again. She fell next to the women in order to slap the mat for the first time.

"ONE!" she announced along with all the spectators in the hall.

She never had much of a faith. Although it would be more accurate to say that Charlotte has never been a supporter of any single deity. Rather, she believed that there were some great forces beyond human understanding. Such a principle of thinking helps her to live because even if we take into account that such an entity as fate exists, this does not mean that it is necessary to come to terms with this entity. Everything is just the opposite, if fate exists, then the Frenchwoman considered it her duty to go against fate, casting all doubts aside.

However, now she was ready to pray to all the great forces. Looking at the ceiling, she no longer controlled her vision. Every time she breathed out, a fog covered her gaze. And only with each breath her vision at least partially returned to normal. After the hell she went through, she could only hope that her rival would not find the strength to wake up. The Sand Lizard held her breath as the referee raised her hand for the third slap.

"THREE!!!" it seemed that the whole audience would announce the last count.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

Charlotte exhaled loudly, as if she had been doused with cold water. Her hands relaxed and she let go of Alaina's legs. While the hall was filled with wild screams, the martial arts master covered her eyes with her left hand. Tears continued to flow from her eyes, but now not because of the pain. She won. Not because her opponent was weak, but because she was strong enough to get through this match. And now no one could steal her happy moment. At least that's what she thought now.

The pink-haired woman wiped her tears and removed her hand from her face, then rolled off the body of the Amazon. Getting on all fours, she looked at the face of Alaina, who was unconscious. It was hard to tell which of them looked more beaten now. Although, perhaps, even here Charlotte was one step ahead, because due to the broken nose and the knocked out tooth, her skin was not pale, as usual, but red. But this did not diminish the fact that her rival gave her the great match again. Last time, Charlotte said that she had not met a person stronger than Alaina. And that was true, their second match was incredible. But even that match could not compare with what happened today.

"Hey, look at me, are you okay?"

Only now did the martial arts master realize that the cage was unlocked and the medical team had already risen into the ring. The pink-haired woman nodded silently. She was ready to fall asleep right here due to endless fatigue and pain in her body. But she had to, she still had a few responsibilities. In this match, there was no title at stake, although it was in such matches that it should be decided who would own the belt and represent the company. And while dreams too often remain dreams, Charlotte kept her promise at the press conference. This match was really outstanding. The Frenchwoman took Alaina's hand in hers for a few moments. And although her rival will never know about this, she wanted to express not only her respect, but also her sympathy.

"I can handle..." she said in a hoarse voice, letting go of the Amazon's hand, "better help her..."

The paramedics began to take care of Alaina, and Charlotte, in turn, was determined to do the last thing in this ring for today. She staggered to her feet. It was only now that she heard the arena shouting her name. It was the name of the winner. Her recovery will begin tomorrow. And tomorrow some tabloids will begin to dazzle with headlines that the newcomer was lucky twice. But that will be tomorrow, not today. Today Charlotte had something to be proud of and no one would take that away from her. The Sand Lizard smiled wearily, but contentedly, and then raised her right hand with the clenched fist above her head, showing that she was ready to return to the ring again in order to show what she is worthy.