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

The young woman tried to recover. The biggest problem for her was the lack of air in her lungs. The powerful weight of her rival, which crushed the Frenchwoman into the mat, made her muscles shrink and now she could not take a normal breath in order to saturate the blood with oxygen. Instead of openly meeting the attacks of her opponents, she usually tried to do everything possible in order to avoid it. But this time, caution played a cruel joke on her.

Even when another Frenchwoman got to her feet, it didn't help Charlotte much. She rolled onto her side, but despite the desire to get to her feet, her body did not allow her to do so. However, apparently, she should not have worried about it, because after a moment Rebecca grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. She had no illusions about this and she perfectly understood that nothing good awaited her. And it became even clearer the moment the red-haired woman wrapped the arm around her head.

"Gh..." gasped the young woman.

Another Frenchwoman made Charlotte bend, pressing her head against the torso. She tried to maintain her composure, not forgetting to breathe. Breathing is one of the most important things a fighter should remember. If you forget about breathing, you will almost immediately sign your own sentence. Charlotte raised her hands to grab Rebecca's arm and try to loosen her grip.

But the red-haired woman acted quickly and even before Charlotte could break a side headlock, she took a step forward. It was at this moment that the Frenchwoman realized what her rival was going to do. It was as clear to her as day. Why? Because it was one of her favorite moves and she used it, if not in every, then in every second match. Therefore, Charlotte quickly realized what awaited her. And she was not happy about it, not at all happy.

“Come on…” she thought.

The pain still hadn't let her go, there was still not enough oxygen, but Charlotte put her left leg forward in order to stop Rebecca's movement and not allow herself to be pulled forward. Charlotte's right hand moved to the right, wrapping around the red-haired woman's waist, while her left hand moved downward, wrapping around Rebecca's left thigh. She took the deepest breath she could take.

"Raaaaawww!!" a growl escaped involuntarily through her clenched teeth.

The young woman was going to press her right shoulder as hard as possible against Rebecca's left thigh, and then straighten up to her full height, lifting her rival into the air. It really was not the most classic start of the match for Charlotte. However, it was very clear to her that if she wanted to win today, then she would have to work to the limit of her capabilities. Starting right this second. It was already starting to resemble her title shot, every second was extremely intense that time. She did not forget that obly one second separated her from the golden belt. She would never make that mistake again.

Now Charlotte was determined to lean back as hard as possible in order to send Rebecca's upper body, especially her head, straight into the mat with a quick and hard a belly-to-back suplex! She fully understood that her rival was serious. And, as a real fighter, Charlotte was determined to respond in kind!

The world is a huge place and all people are different. Charlotte was convinced of this as she had traveled all over the world. Every person is unique. However, in rare cases, you can find striking similarities even between people completely different at first glance. Charlotte discovered this here at AFW when she found herself among other fighters like her.

And even now, she was able to find striking similarities between her current rival and the American woman with whom she recently walked the road of rivalry. The Amazon also had amazing fortitude. She, too, tried to keep going forward in any situation. And although the Frenchwoman had an equally fierce desire to go forward, this was not enough to win their rivalry.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Charlotte did not want to give in today. In this red-haired woman, she saw the very obstacle that she could not overcome at the most important moment. She felt that another Frenchwoman was ready to give her everything she had. And Charlotte was ready to face it. No. Not only to face it. She was ready to overcome it.

Stopping Rebecca's attack, Charlotte used her own fast suplex. Lifting the red-haired woman was not an easy task. Once it would have taken a lot of her strength, but in order to resist Alaina, after their second match, Charlotte devoted a lot of time to physical preparation. Now such a weight was not as big of a problem for her as it used to be. She lifted Rebecca over the mat and then leaned back, trying to make the suplex as heavy as possible.

She felt the ring shake as the red-haired woman's body collided with the mat. However, Charlotte did not want to waste even one second on this one. If her rival really was like Alaina, then every moment she needs to be on the lookout. The young woman immediately rolled onto her stomach and jumped to her feet. Her eyes narrowed slightly. It seems her suspicions have been finally confirmed. Her rival instantly got to her feet, as if there was no suplex at all. Indeed, the similarities were evident.

"L'esprit d'un vrai combattant, hein?" thought the Frenchwoman.

Rebecca went to the ropes and Charlotte had no intention of just looking at it. She was one of the fastest wrestlers and now is the time to demonstrate that. The pink-haired woman darted from her place and ran after Rebecca, wanting to take her by surprise. She was only a few steps behind the other Frenchwoman, but that was exactly what she needed.

She took a deep breath at the moment when her opponent leaned back on the ropes in order to get additional acceleration. Charlotte intended to stop just as the ropes straightened, pushing Rebecca forward. The young woman intended to use the acquired impulse and turn her left side towards another Frenchwoman, while simultaneously transferring her weight to her right leg and raising her left leg. She was going to use Rebecca's momentum against her, hoping that at this speed she would not have a chance to dodge. There were ropes behind the red-haired woman and Charlotte intended to use this to throw her opponent out of the ring in a single movement.

The height of her rival was very impressive, few people in the place of the pink-haired woman would risk going for such a move. However, even some ballerinas could envy Charlotte's stretch. She intended to lift her left leg and then straighten it towards Rebecca's chin! A high side kick, as she once taught her students. But here, in the AFW ring, many people knew it under a different name, a superkick!

The moment was calculated correctly. Kicks were the most formidable weapon in Charlotte's arsenal, taekwondo was one of the first martial arts she mastered. She used her strong legs in absolutely every match. And although she was not limited to only this, it was kicks that in most cases allowed her to gain an advantage, especially over opponents superior in weight. No matter how big her opponent is, even one powerful kick to the head can turn the whole match. Charlotte took advantage of this.

And now there was one of those moments. Rebecca was a tough woman who possessed not only excellent physical shape, but also impressive fortitude. Not every fighter here is able to pull himself together after powerful attacks. But the red-haired woman was just that, Charlotte saw it. When you are in a match with such an opponent, you have no right to do less than your maximum. Charlotte enjoyed these matches the most. She considered herself a woman of honor, which follows the path of a real fighter. And for a real fighter, being in battle with a worthy opponent is a real joy.

Rebecca was ready to continue the match, it was more than obvious. But Charlotte had no intention of giving her space. And she made the right choice. Approaching another Frenchwoman, she caught Rebecca by surprise. Raising her leg almost to the level of her head, she kicked the red-haired woman right in the chin.

For the first time since the start of the match, the Frenchwoman heard Rebecca scream. There was no shame in that, especially since the kick received was not the red-haired woman's only problem. Charlotte very successfully took advantage of her rival's position and this allowed her to implement her plan. With the help of the kick, she managed to send Rebecca out of the ring. The body of another Frenchwoman turned over the ropes and after a moment she collapsed to the floor.

"No time to rest..." Charlotte reminded herself.

This was indeed the case, given the ability of her rival to quickly recover. Charlotte knew that this successful kick gave her the advantage and now she had to continue the onslaught in the new environment. Today the rules allowed her to. Therefore, the young woman slipped between the middle and top ropes, and then jumped from the ring to loud shouts from the audience.

Charlotte raised her left eyebrow slightly. It had only been a few seconds after the kick and Rebecca's fall, but this red-haired woman was already trying to get to her feet. Charlotte remembered a question that she asked more than once during matches with her former rival. Where does so much power come from? This clearly deserved respect.

The Frenchwoman was about to grab her opponent's hand in order to pull her up and make her rise to her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte saw the striped shirt descend from the ring after the wrestlers. This was good as she hadn't planned on slowing down. Instead, she was about to take a step to the side, still holding Rebecca's hand. Charlotte was determined to give her opponent an acceleration in order to use an Irish whip to send Rebecca towards the barricade that separated them from the audience!

An Irish whip, in Charlotte's opinion, was one of the most controversial moves. Even statistics were not needed here in order to understand that this movement can be reversed almost at any moment and used against you. However, it was a pretty good option in situations where you are completely confident that everything will go as it should. And now there was just such a case.

After a more than successful kick, the pink-haired woman was confident that she finally made Rebecca lose her concentration. Now she had the opportunity to take advantage of this in order to increase her pressure. This is exactly what she was about to do when she grabbed the other Frenchwoman by the arm. Of course, the Irish whip was not a true attack move, but it could always be used as preparation for something heavier.

This was the young woman's plan. She sent her rival to the barricade and immediately followed her. Charlotte was going to use the stunned state of her rival so that she crashed into an obstacle, after which the Frenchwoman could use a powerful running knee strike. It seemed like a very promising plan, especially considering that Rebecca indeed crushed into the barricade.

For just a moment, Charlotte had a little doubt. She hoped that after the collision, the red-haired woman would fall. This would allow her to send a knee straight to Rebecca's head. But the other Frenchwoman was able to stay on her feet. It was a bad sign, but Charlotte decided not to stop, she was sure that now her opponent was weak enough and that now she could continue the offensive.

This is what became her next mistake. Despite all the speed with which she moved, at the very last moment, Rebecca turned around, throwing her arms forward. Charlotte didn't even fully understand exactly how it happened. But the fact remained. Before the pink-haired woman could react, Rebecca lifted her and then threw her body into the barricade.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!" screamed Charlotte loudly and painfully.

Her back hit the obstacle hard, the pain passed through her body like an electric current. And the situation only worsened when, after the collision, her body collapsed onto the concrete floor. The young woman, lying on her left side, clenched her jaw tightly, trying to maintain her composure and control of her breathing. But the sudden burst of pain caused her to lose concentration.

This red-haired woman was a very rare fruit. Charlotte couldn't even remember the last time she faced an opponent who could recover so quickly from serious attacks. The only woman she could remember was the Amazon. And although Charlotte was glad to fight a worthy rival, now she definitely wasn't glad because of the pain that constrains her body.

It was difficult to draw any conclusions after what happened. Charlotte has already fully understood that her current rival is very tough. The only rational way to overcome Rebecca's seemingly endless stamina was to keep attacking her with heavy moves. But even though the Frenchwoman tried to stick to this tactic, it still wasn't enough. Even if one attack was successful, the next attack would inevitably end in failure.

The situation was aggravated by the fact that after a hard collision with the barricade, Charlotte did not have time to recover even a little. Without hesitation, the red-haired woman grabbed her and pulled her somewhere to the side. Charlotte made a short hissing sound through clenched jaws. Aside from her body still in pain, the rubbing sensations of her skin on the concrete floor were by no means the most pleasant.

She tried to kick her opponent, but it was an extremely weak attempt. Rebecca's suplex was more than successful, Charlotte was still dizzy and her body refused to work as it should. She tried to take deep breaths in order to catch her breath and clear her head. It was the only correct choice in this situation. But then it became clear what exactly her rival was going to do.

The other Frenchwoman pushed the stairs aside in one motion, exposing the base of the metal post. Charlotte clearly understood that this did not bode well for her. She began to twitch from side to side, but it was too late. Rebecca grabbed her legs. And at that moment, when the metal post was between the legs of the pink-haired woman, a chill ran down her spine. She finally understood what Rebecca wanted to do. In an instant, their legs were intertwined. Rebecca fell back and then...

"Raaaahhhhhh!!!" cried Charlotte wildly.

The pain in her joints was truly wild and the metal post only made the situation worse. Charlotte began to jerk involuntarily from side to side, trying to cope with the pain and at the same time weaken Rebecca's hold. Under the pressure of pain, she even hit the concrete floor with her fist several times. The referee seemed to take this as reason enough to ask a very logical question.

"You give up?"

Charlotte had no intention of answering that question. Instead, she clenched her jaw to stop groaning and screaming. She needed to break this hold. In any other situation, she would have done what most fighters would have done, she would have tried to roll over in order to turn the hold against Rebecca. The only problem was the damn post, which blocked such an opportunity for Charlotte.

Charlotte turned her head to the side, glancing at the fabric that hid the space under the ring. If it was a standard match, she would never have taken advantage of it, but now she had such an opportunity. Trying to concentrate, she thrust her hand under the fabric. The pain in her joints was starting to drive her crazy. Charlotte's hand touched something cold. She found what she was looking for.

Taking in the deepest possible breath to overcome the pain, Charlotte took a sitting position, pulling a metal chair from under the ring. With a wide sweep, she intended to hit Rebecca right in the head with the chair. She had to get out of this hold, so Charlotte was ready even for such a tough move. In addition, Rebecca did not hesitate to use the post as an additional tool, so Charlotte's conscience was clear.