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

The pain in her joints was difficult to describe. It was very much like the feeling that her knees are forcibly twisted in the opposite direction. It was a really wild pain. Charlotte didn't know if Rebecca was using this hold precisely to injure her legs, or simply to force her to submit. It didn't really matter. It was only important that the pink-haired woman was obliged to free herself.

And she found a way out. Yes, it was definitely cruel, she fully understood it. However, this match could not be complete without cruelty. They were already out of the ring. The barricade and the post were already in use. And if now Charlotte had a choice to lose or use a chair, then she made her choice. Doing the best she could, she hit the red-haired woman over the head with the metal chair.

And in that very second she got freedom. The other Frenchwoman's grip eased and Charlotte felt relieved. But even though her legs were free now, she still felt pain. And she knew that from now on she would feel this pain until the end of the match. The young woman glanced at her rival as she covered her face with her hands and writhed in pain. Charlotte saw the blood. This did not give her pleasure, but they both agreed to it. And she was confident that the tension and brutality would only continue to build. Charlotte used the chair as a fulcrum and rose to her feet.

"Merde ..." she said barely audibly.

She clenched her jaw tightly, because now her joints were too damaged, she needed at least a little time to get used to this pain. But she just couldn't wait. Every second of delay was an unaffordable luxury. She saw and felt that Rebecca was ready to give her everything that she had. Charlotte was sure that they would beat each other until one of them simply could no longer move. So...

The Frenchwoman unfolded a chair and put it on the concrete floor, after which, staggering slightly, she approached her rival. It really felt like her best matches against the Amazon. They never held back, they always fought to the limit. And although only one of them achieved real success, Charlotte was not going to give up her principles.

She intended to grab Rebecca's head and place it between her already sweaty thighs. The Frenchwoman intended to clasp her rival's waist, and then straighten up to her full height, lifting her rival off the floor and turning her over. They were in different weight classes, but Rebecca would hardly have been heavier than Alaina.

Charlotte was about to sit the red-haired woman on her shoulders. And then she was determined to turn around. Someone already guessed? Yes. Charlotte was about to direct her rival's body down, while spreading her legs to the sides. She had only one way out. To win, she have to deal more damage to Rebecca than this powerful woman could bear. And now Charlotte intended to drive her rival's body into the metal chair with a sitout powerbomb!

It was really amazing. Even though Charlotte had already realized that she shouldn't be surprised at her rival's stamina, Rebecca still found ways to surprise her. A moment ago, this woman seemed, if not helpless, then rather weak. But as soon as the Frenchwoman lifted her and sat her on the shoulders, Rebecca almost immediately began sending blows to the young woman's head. And every fist that hit the pink-haired woman's head looked like a sledgehammer.

And she knew what it was. These were the instincts of self-preservation. And although every human possessed such instincts, only the very best fighters had these instincts developed to an incredible level. Charlotte was sure that after she hit Rebecca's head with the chair, the red-haired woman was in agony. Any other person could hardly step over the pain to do anything. But the instincts of the other Frenchwoman helped her to resist again.

How did Shaplotte know this? She also had such instincts, so now she perfectly understood where Rebecca got her new powers from. And at the same time, she understood that she should not succumb to this. The blows of the red-haired woman caused waves of pain, disrupting the performance of Charlotte's head. She growled involuntarily like a beast. No, she will not lose this match. The young woman gathered her strength and sent Rebecca's body down.

The cry of pain from Rebecca's mouth was the best proof that Charlotte's bomb was successful. The chair, on which the Frenchwoman threw her rival, crumpled and now it could hardly be used for its intended purpose. The crumpled chair did not prevent the body of the red-haired woman from collapsing to the floor and remaining lying between Charlotte's legs. The pink-haired woman was breathing hard, and she still felt a pain in her head from Rebecca's punches.

"Damn... how strong is she?" thought Charlotte.

And she had a chance to find out right now. Instead of letting go of Rebecca, she placed her legs on Rebecca's arms, pressing them against the concrete floor. The young woman leaned forward, lifting her rival's lower body and thereby pressing her upper body to the floor. She was going to use a sitout pin to test if it was enough to defeat Rebecca?

"ONE!"

The referee was performing her duties perfectly. As soon as Charlotte fixed the pin, the girl in the striped shirt lay down next to the two Frenchwomen and slapped her hand on the concrete floor the first time. The audience shouted the first count, and Charlotte strained her arms and legs, trying to put maximum pressure on Rebecca. Even if this red-haired woman finds the strength to break the pin, Charlotte was not going to let her do it easily.

At some point, Charlotte was ready to believe that this would be the end of the match. The referee clapped her hand twice to the concrete floor and raised her hand for the third time. In fact, not much time has passed since the bell sounded. However, no one doubted that the two women were working almost to their limit, putting everything they had into every movement. And after such a cruel powerbomb, the match could really come to an end, Charlotte knew this, she had experience in such things, because in about the same way she lost the most important match of her life. The only difference was that under Rebecca there was a chair, and under Charlotte there was a folded ladder that time.

The young woman held her breath as the striped shirt began to lower her hand for the third time. It was like slow motion. And although it really only lasted for a moment, Charlotte could see in detail how this palm was approaching the floor. But literally a split second before the referee slapped her hand on the floor, the red-haired woman jerked to the side, lifting her shoulder off the floor and thereby breaking the pin.

"Only two!!" announced the referee, raising two fingers.

She might not have said that, Charlotte had guessed even without it. Despite the fact that she tried her best to press Rebecca to the floor during the pin, her rival jerked with such force that the pink-haired woman was thrown a little to the side. She smacked the concrete floor with her fist, slightly in frustration, and then rose to one knee. She glanced at her rival, Rebecca also rose to her feet, although for this she needed to use the edge of the ring as support.

"Digne..." said the Frenchwoman, barely audible.

Taking a deep breath, she rushed forward. Even though Rebecca broke the pin, her strength has not yet recovered. At least that's what Charlotte thought. She was about to grab the red-haired woman and then knock her head against the edge of the ring. However, it soon became clear that Charlotte would have to reconsider her plans. Why?

Because even before she could grab her rival, Rebecca made a sharp maneuver and went on the offensive. Before Charlotte could do anything about it, the red-haired woman grabbed her. Not wanting to check what she was up to, Charlotte began to twitch from side to side, simultaneously working her arms and legs. She tried to hit Rebecca in any available place.

But this did not help her much, unfortunately. Once again showing firmness and strength, the other Frenchwoman threw Charlotte aside. The body of the pink-haired woman flew over the barricade. The audience barely had time to part to the sides by the time her body collapsed onto the concrete floor, after which she rolled to the side once.

"Ghhhhh..." she groaned through clenched teeth.

If someone thinks that it was a trifle, then this person should think again. The concrete floor is not in the least like a mat within the ring. New bruises appeared on Charlotte's body in real time. Trying to ignore the pain, she placed her palms on the floor and tried to get to her feet.

Someone might say that the last few minutes have been in favor of the pink-haired woman. Given the powerbomb, this opinion really had a right to exist. But no one could feel what Charlotte felt. Given the pace of the match, her body was about to scream in pain. She did find the strength to free herself from Rebecca's hold, and then send her to a hard meeting with the chair, but this did not in any way reduce the pain in her legs and other parts of her body.

And the fact that the red-haired woman threw her over the barricade did nothing to improve her condition. The bumping off the concrete floor gave her new bruises. And although the Frenchwoman tried to get to her feet, her body began to protest. She tried to keep her breath even, she tried to keep her cool. But she knew like no one else that sometimes the body can resist the orders of the mind. This was one such case. Charlotte ordered herself to get to her feet, but the pain overpowered the commands of her mind.

This time was enough for the other Frenchwoman to approach her. Charlotte didn’t have time to get to her feet and she couldn’t react. There was too little time to try to defend herself somehow. Amid loud shouts from the audience who stood around, Rebecca grabbed one of the young woman's legs. Charlotte knew what would happen now. And this did not please her at all. In an instant, the arena filled with her screams.

"Aaahhhh!!! Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"

It seems Rebecca has decided to use a certain tactic. Charlotte has seen a similar thing in the ring before. Her first rival, Lucy, also tried her best to inflict the maximum possible injuries on Charlotte's leg. And her other rival, Alaina, often concentrated her attacks on the pink-haired woman's back. When Rebecca's grip closed on Charlotte's leg, she realized what her rival wanted to achieve. Could this be called a dirty tactic? Viewers weren't always fond of such things, but Charlotte realized that it was only an effective way to weaken her most powerful weapon.

A bird cannot fly without wings, and a man cannot walk without legs. Of course, not all attacks of the Frenchwoman were based on the use of legs. But hellish pain in muscles and joints increased the likelihood of serious injury every second. Charlotte's eyes involuntary filled with tears of pain. With her peripheral vision, she noticed that the referee was approaching them.

"Don't you dare ask!" she thought. "Don't you dare ask!"

She called herself the Sand Lizard in past. She received this alias due to the fact that she was once able to adapt to any opponent. Now Charlotte believed that she had lost the right to call herself that. But did she have any other choice? The young woman tried to take a deep breath to at least for a moment ease the pain that was preventing her from thinking.

"Aaaarrrrraaahhhh!!!!" she cried out, turning her body abruptly.

She still had the free leg. She knew it was going to hurt, much more painful than this grip. But she must to free herself. Therefore, Charlotte intended to turn her body, bending her left leg. Joint pain literally made her howl. But if that was the price of freedom, then she was willing to pay. She intended to straighten her left leg and point her foot right in the face of her rival! And although it was not the most classic version, it could be called a push kick!

You can never be sure that what you have in mind will work out as it should. But sometimes you just don't have a choice and you have to try no matter how it ends. Charlotte was in about the same situation. She understood that inaction was the most useless thing she could do. Therefore, despite the pain, she was determined to try to kick her opponent's head. Even if Rebecca could do something about it, it would at least possibly loosen her grip.

But, apparently, the Frenchwoman's move was quite sudden. This could be understood due to the fact that her foot crashed right into the red-haired woman's face. Perhaps this collision would have been even tougher if she had worn heavy boots, but this kind of kicking was not something she used often. However, even without that, the force of the kick was enough for Rebecca's grip to break. The body of the other Frenchwoman leaned back and she collapsed on the concrete floor with her back down.

Charlotte's body also collapsed to the floor. The young woman involuntarily hugged her injured leg with her hands. Despite the fact that she got out of the hold fast enough, her opponent's strength was so impressive that even this short period of time was enough for her joints to still ache from the pain.

The young woman looked at her rival. Rebecca had already opened her eyes, but for now she continued to lie motionless. It was a sure sign that she was still stunned. It didn't matter, though. The pink-haired woman has already fully realized that there will be no respite in this match. They will throw everything they have at each other until one of them couldn't back on their feet anymore. So Charlotte clenched her jaw and got up from the floor.

"Diable..." she hissed faintly.

As soon as she took the first step, she fully felt how well Rebecca worked with her legs. And although she could continue to fight, it was necessary to get used to this pain. Besides, in order to keep up with her rival, something was needed that would again shift the scales in favor of Charlotte. And she had an idea when she looked to the side and realized that they were very close to the ramp.

Charlotte was going to grab the red-haired woman by the arm and pull her up in order to force her to her feet. And without delay, Charlotte intended to put her hand between Rebecca's legs and then grab her right leg. Still holding her opponent's hand, Charlotte intended to bend and then straighten up to her full height, lifting Rebecca onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry position.

It wasn't hard to see that now the pink-haired woman's legs began to tremble. After such injuries, it became much more difficult to hold the weight of her opponent. There was a whole bunch of different emotions on Charlotte's face. But the only thing that matters is that she was determined to take a few steps aside. Not only to get them to where she wanted, but also to take at least a little speed. For what? In order to then grab Rebecca's head and start falling on the left left side! This match was important for Charlotte. And she wasn't going to lose it. Instead, she was determined to drive her rival's body straight onto the hard ramp with the help of a destructive death valley driver!!