[Falls Count Anywhere Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Rebecca Owens - No time to back down

"Charlotte?" called Victoria.

But the Frenchwoman didn't answer. She had already finished her warm-up and was now working with a punching bag. She wasn't going to spend too much energy before the match started, but now she was moving quickly around and her fists flew forward like cannonballs. Her gaze was focused, and although she heard her manager perfectly, she didn't bother to answer. Now only her thoughts were faster than her punches.

"Charlotte?" Victoria adjusted her glasses and raised her voice. "CHARLOTTE, damn you!"

The young woman did one last hard punch and stopped. She straightened her palms and raised them to chest level, taking a deep breath. She already guessed what Victoria wanted to tell her. But Charlotte knew this conversation was going nowhere, so she didn't want to start it. She was not one of those who like idle chatter.

"What?" she asked, turning to the Englishwoman.
"Don't you think you should slow down a little?" putting the papers aside, Victoria said. "I, of course, can not forbid you to take part in the matches, but it seems to me that you..."
“No,” the pink-haired woman said confidently, “I won't stop even for a minute. If you still do not understand the seriousness of the situation in which I found myself, then I no longer have the strength to try to explain it to you. But I will keep going forward until I do what I couldn't do this summer. Now I have to go, the match will start soon."

Without another word, Charlotte left the locker room and headed down the long hallway. She usually did not lose her composure, especially with those who were dear to her. But now Victoria made her raise her voice, this happened extremely rarely. Within a minute, the Frenchwoman felt guilty in front of her manager. But on the other hand, she really felt hurt because no one appreciated her aspirations.

She takes part in match after match for a reason. Instead of hiding in a corner and feeling sorry for herself, she was able to get to her feet after a terrible injury and return to the ring with her head held high. The only pity is that no one noticed this. Well, it's okay, time will put everything in its place. Charlotte stopped in front of the curtains and took a deep breath. None of this mattered. There was only one thing that mattered. Upcoming match. And she was ready.

Entrance Music:

Attire:

Her dynamic music began and the Frenchwoman came out from behind the curtains. She sent three punches in the air in time to the music, and then raised both hands above her head. The audience greeted her with a wave of applause, which made her smile. She thought that after the Summer Splash, she would lose some of her support. But that was not the case. It can even be said the opposite. She receive not only many warm wishes from fans, but she even found that some felt that she was the one who should have lifted the gold over her head. And for this support, Charlotte was eternally grateful.

The young woman started down the ramp, stopping several times to make a photo and sign the posters. Once upon a time, she could not even think that she would do something like that, but popularity found her and she fell in love with her fans. The pink-haired woman ran up the metal steps and jumped over the top rope.

She confidently walked into the center of the ring and turned around her axis. As always, there were many spectators today. And she was glad of it, she was glad to see their faces and their support. Because only those who are truly loved by the audience will be able to climb to the top. Her music was coming to an end and Charlotte raised her fist above her head with a smile. She had no doubts. Everything that happened only made her stronger. And she was here to show that she would stop at nothing.

After a final round of applause, Charlotte greeted the referee and headed to her corner. She leaned back and now she had only to wait for her rival. The Frenchwoman has not yet had to take part in such a match. But that was another reason she was here today. Recently, she decided that she must be ready for anything. Previously, she did not perceive any hardcore as part of the real fighter's path. But now she has changed her point of view. Any challenge will make her stronger. And thanks to this, she will be able to get what she deserves. Therefore, she was ready to fight her rival today. Anywhere.

When music, unfamiliar to her, began, Charlotte turned her head to the side. Her rival was confidently approaching the ring and it was easy to notice that the fans did not deprive her of their attention and greeted her very warmly. Victoria, who had a very meticulous character, was always ready to provide her charges with all available information about their rivals. But Charlotte, who did not need something like that, limited herself to only knowing the name of the red-haired woman and the fact that from the beginning of her career in AFW she managed to take part in a very impressive number of matches.

It was difficult for her to judge this, so the Frenchwoman was in no hurry to do it. But this woman reminded her of her former rival. The Amazon also held a view that the more the match, the better, regardless of who she has to face. Charlotte herself did not share these views, since she believed that consent to absolutely any match can sometimes lead to some not good consequences. She preferred quality over quantity.

However, she knew that this match would not be just for show on her list, her rival had already earned some reputation and therefore the Frenchwoman was expecting a good confrontation today. You can never be sure of victory, only children think so. But the pink-haired woman was true to her principles. Of course, she was a very controversial person and she doubted many things. But not in the ring. In the ring, she had no doubts. She enters the ring only to win.

When Rebecca entered the ring and greeted the audience for the last time, Charlotte pushed off the corner to enter the center of the ring. You should never judge people by their appearance. And given that she knew almost nothing about Rebecca's personality, she couldn't know how much the red-haired woman was willing to adhere to sports ethics. But for Charlotte, it didn't change anything.

She may have lost the right to call herself a martial arts master after the Summer Splash, but she has not lost her code of honor, which obliged her to show respect for an opponent before the start of a match. However, her rival was quite courteous. And as soon as Charlotte entered the center of the ring, she heard the words of greeting. Moreover, these words made her barely noticeably raise her eyebrows. Did she really hear a French accent? No doubt. For the first time since the beginning of her career, she will have to get along with her fellow countryman.

Although she was in complete control of her emotions, Charlotte smiled faintly. Then she clenched her right fist and pressed it against her straightened left palm. The young woman bowed to Rebecca to show her respect.

“My name is Charlotte Ravel',” she said, straightening up, “and you are absolutely right, may the best woman win.”

She knew that many considered her bowing at the beginning of every match to be something out of the ordinary. Especially in a match like this. After all, such a match could not end without blood. This was where Charlotte saw her biggest problem. The respect between the fighters was very little appreciated, and many champions who showed themselves like real bastards only made the situation worse. Victories by dirty tricks. Complete disregard for sports ethics. Self-admiration in all possible forms.

And Charlotte was confident that the new young fighters who arrived in the federation would follow their example. And this will only create more dirt in the ring. The younger generation will think that success can only be achieved by being a dishonest, narcissistic scum. It was a pattern, the previous two champions before Alaina were just such people. It was this vicious circle that the pink-haired woman tried to break, she wanted her victory to show everyone that it is not necessary to be such a person to reach the top. But she was defeated and nothing changed.

Charlotte held out her hand and their palms joined in a handshake. There was almost no place for respect in hardcore matches. But the young woman believed that in any match there was a place for respect. Especially in matches like this one, where you need to give more than one hundred percent to win.

After greeting, Charlotte took a few steps back in order to get into a fighting stance. The right leg moved one step back. Her left side was slightly turned towards her rival. Charlotte raised her right fist to the level of her chin, and also her left fist remained at the level of the middle of her body. Her gaze was focused on Rebecca. She was ready and she informed the referee about that with a short nod to her. After receiving confirmation from the red-haired woman, the striped shirt lifted her hand and then abruptly lowered it. The match has begun.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

Charlotte smiled faintly as the red-haired woman bowed back to her. Few people were ready for such a gesture, especially in the ring, especially in AFW. This is not to say that the Frenchwoman often met with fighters who never showed due respect to the opponent. But there was no doubt that there were more than enough such people here. And for Charlotte, who tried to follow the path of a real fighter, it was nice to see that Rebecca values ​​respect in the ring.

The young woman nodded curtly at the words of another Frenchwoman. She expected no less. Charlotte was always ready to enter the ring, no matter who her opponent was. But most of all, she appreciated those matches that were supposed to be a new challenge for her. After what happened to her this summer, she decided that she had only one way to get to her goal. And this path led her only to those opponents who could give her a tough tough match.

After shaking hands, the pink-haired woman stepped back. Rebecca did the same. They both took fighting stances and they both were about to start the match. The spectators were in anticipation, they knew that such a match would not be complete without spectacular moments. Plus, there was no doubt that both Charlotte and Rebecca would be willing to go over one hundred percent to win today.

"Breathe. Calm," Charlotte told herself mentally, "one more match, one more step forward. I'll get you, Alaina."

As soon as the bell rang, the audience screamed excitedly, and Charlotte rushed forward. She was ready to start the match dynamically, but before she picked up her speed, she noticed that her opponent was inviting her to enter into direct confrontation. The Frenchwoman furrowed her brows for a moment. While this is a very common thing to start a match, she usually preferred to act less straightforward. Maybe it was a ruse?

"Okay, let's see," she thought.

Rebecca did not give the impression of a person who would cheat, so the pink-haired woman decided to show her rival respect and accept this invitation. It was also a good way to understand how strong Rebecca is in terms of sheer physical strength. Charlotte approached the other Frenchwoman and threw her hands forward, joining their palms.

"Grr..." barely audible it escaped through her teeth.

She felt pressure almost immediately. Despite the fact that they were practically the same height, Rebecca had a weight advantage. And after the first seconds, Charlotte even took a step back. Such a direct confrontation was unusual for her. But she was an experienced fighter and she understood that they were about equal in strength. Taking a deep breath, the pink-haired woman strained her arms and legs so as not to take another step back.

Charlotte began to gradually increase the pressure. She tried to keep her breath under control so as not to waste more energy than was necessary. Overcoming the strength of the red-haired woman was not easy, but she was not going to give up and retreat. Looking her opponent in eyes, she was determined to get Rebecca down on one knee to gain an advantage.

This was definitely not what Charlotte was used to. Despite the fact that she didn't call herself a martial arts master anymore, she still remained an adept of many martial arts and the basis of her style was punches and kicks, which she supplemented with throws and submission holds. But she simply could not refuse to accept the invitation of her rival.

Straining her muscles, she fought for every inch of space. And it seemed that Rebecca had no intention of retreating. Each of them pressed on a rival, at some point their upper body parts touched. And although the Frenchwoman was solely focused on overpowering the red-haired woman, she now saw that there were dark circles under Rebecca's eyes. It was too early to draw any conclusions, but, apparently, this woman came out to the match not in the best shape.

Much the same could be said about Charlotte. No wonder her manager, Victoria, has been very worried lately. Even though the pink-haired woman was not a suicide going to the match with broken bones, she was in too much of a hurry. She began to spend less time to fully recover after a match. And even now she went out to the match with bruises still fresh. Her previous match was pure hardcore and it did not go without bloodshed.

Although both of them were now not at their peak, after a few minutes Charlotte began to surpass the red-haired woman. Sweat has already formed on her skin. However, the Frenchwoman did not stop the pressure even for a moment, she continued to step on Rebecca. Finally, she felt the slack in the impulse of another Frenchwoman. Charlotte took advantage of this by forcing her rival to kneel.

"Now..." she thought.

Their palms were still intertwined, which was in Charlotte's favor. She jerked Rebecca's palms toward her in order to bring her upper body closer. And then, without any hesitation, the Frenchwoman was about to lift her bent right leg. Now that she had a starting advantage, she was going to solidify her position.

And so she was intent on hitting Rebecca right in the unprotected chin with a double wrist lock knee strike! Charlotte managed to surpass her rival in the test of strength and now she was going to stun the red-haired woman, filling her head with pain and dizziness!

The beginning of the match was accompanied by noise from the spectators. It was certainly not a fan war, but it was easy to see that the audience doesn't have a clear favorite today. Both women received ample support. And this only inflamed the situation even more. After all that Charlotte went through here, she knew that the love of the audience and their support is one of the most important things. The love and warm support of fans helped her to get back on her feet when she was broken by her former rival. And now she was more than ever ready to fight for the support of the audience.

The Frenchwoman managed to surpass the red-haired woman in sheer physical strength. This opened up an opportunity for her that she was not going to miss. Many of those who have long watched Charlotte knew that she prefers to concentrate most of her attacks in the head area. Even some of her rivals over time began to try to use this knowledge. But what difference does it make if you know it, but can't do anything about it?

She was one of those who knew how to use the moment correctly. This helped her to win more than once, even in a very hopeless situation. The irony was only that at the most important moment it did not help her. But that didn't mean she was ready to give up her technique. That is why the pink-haired woman immediately lifted her leg in order to strike Rebecca in the head with her right knee.

Charlotte was never in the habit of judging anything in advance. But she was absolutely sure of one thing at all times. Her legs were a real weapon. Things like kicks and knee strikes were what helped her the most. Most of the matches she turned over with the help of her powerful kicks. And now, when she hit the defenseless head of another Frenchwoman, Charlotte was completely confident that she had received the starting advantage. Now the road was open for her to use heavier movements.

"What the?.." flashed through her head as Rebecca's arms wrapped around her waist.

She didn't even have time to launch a new attack, everything happened too quickly. Her rival lifted her into the air, and then leaned back and to the side, pressing Charlotte's body into the mat with the belly-to-belly suplex. The pink-haired woman let out a choked groan of pain as the air almost completely left her lungs due to the sudden attack of another Frenchwoman.

She could try to find excuse, saying she underestimated her rival and paid for it. But this was not the case, as she was sure that a knee strike would be more than enough to stun the red-haired woman. The only thing that Charlotte could agree with after such an unpleasant and unexpected incident is that her rival's head was definitely made of a very strong material, since she did not seem to feel the knee strike at all.

Unfortunately for Charlotte, her body was not made of the same strong material. It consisted of bones, flesh and blood. And now, when the air left her lungs, and her body was suddenly filled with pain, she could not instantly recover. In addition, the weight of another Frenchwoman became an impressive argument in her favor, increasing the effect of the suplex. The weight advantage was always most evident during the throws. And it helped another Frenchwoman to seize the initiative.