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

Charlotte had never had to do something like this before. Of course, she went through a lot of tough matches. And far more than once she had to fight outside the ring. But for the first time the action took place literally in the surroundings of the audience. And although she expected it to be part of such a match, it still caused a strange feeling. She clearly heard the screams of the fans who supported her. And no less clearly she heard those who supported her rival. Charlotte had nothing against it. The lack of a clear favorite said that they wanted to see a good match. Besides, despite the fact that Rebecca joined the company relatively recently, Charlotte was sure that this woman deserved her share of support.

Such a rival was a real gift for the Frenchwoman. In this she and Astrid were very similar. They were both looking for only the toughest challenges for themselves. Because they both believed that this was the only way they could become the best. Charlotte felt that the red-haired woman was ready to get to her feet again and again in order to crush her. And so she was ready to respond in kind. The young woman has been trying to prove to herself for a long time that she is worthy of being the face of a new generation of fighters here. She went beyond her own capabilities more than once during the match. And now, once again faced with a worthy opponent, she was determined to do everything necessary to win.

To the loud shouts of the audience, Charlotte lifted Rebecca onto her shoulders. Her leg took enough damage. And it was very hard to get over the pain. But there are no easy ways, the pink-haired woman knew that. This is what distinguishes fighters from other people. Many, faced with an obstacle, were ready to simply give up, sometimes without even trying to overcome this obstacle. But she was made of a different material. Charlotte's spirit was strong, and she was ready to become the best version of herself in order to overcome any obstacle in her path. Alaina didn't break it. And some pain in the leg won't break her either.

Having invested strength and speed, Charlotte tried to make her throw as tough as possible. The fighter must use the environment. And now she had the opportunity to make this throw even tougher with the help of the hard ramp. Even the audience found it very cruel. But Charlotte was a real fighter. And she knew that during the fight there is no place for feelings, doubts, pity and other things. This is the basis of a real martial art. And that's why she had no doubt by sending Rebecca to meet the ramp!

Falling to the floor after she threw Rebecca onto the ramp, Charlotte was forced to take a few seconds to take a few deep breaths. Her skin was already shiny due to the thick sweat, and now even in her hair you could see wet strands. The young woman got to her feet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She glanced at the red-haired woman, who was lying on the ramp with her arms spread wide and showed almost no signs of movement. It was obvious that she was still conscious, but at the same time she was not able to act as actively as before. And Charlotte perfectly understood the condition of the other Frenchwoman. She had used the death valley driver more than once before and she knew perfectly well the power of this attack, especially considering that now she threw Rebecca not on the mat, but on the ramp.

The referee was nearby and clearly expected Charlotte to go for a pin attempt. But Charlotte wanted to be sure that this time her rival would not find the strength to break it. So she went up on the ramp and grabbed Rebecca's hand. She was determined to get her rival to her feet. Another throw? Definitely. But not in the way that many might expect. Instead of lifting the red-haired woman onto her shoulders again, Charlotte was determined to move one step behind the back of the other Frenchwoman.

If Rebecca was unable to resist her, then Charlotte would bend her knees slightly and then wrap her arms around her opponent's waist, tightly pressing her muscular stomach against Rebecca's back. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte was going to straighten up to her full height, lifting Rebecca over the ramp. And then the young woman was going to lean back as sharply as possible in order to smash her opponent back into the ramp with the help of a bridging German suplex! If she had succeeded, the referee would have approached them in order to start counting. But it wasn't over yet.

Charlotte was really going to make sure that the red-haired woman didn't get back on her feet. And therefore, if Rebecca had not resisted, she would not have waited for the referee to start counting. Instead, she intended to push her feet off the floor and turn them both over, thereby getting back to her feet. Yes, it really is.

"Raaaaahhhhhh!!!" Charlotte would have screamed because of emotions, pain and fatigue.

She was going to lean back again and throw Rebecca on the ramp with a bridging German suplex for the second time! Even the referee would have covered her mouth with her hands at that moment. But even that didn't mean Charlotte was done here. Pushing off the floor, she was going to roll over with Rebecca again. Charlotte's heavy breathing was proof that she was tired. Her opponent was not a light feather. But she had to do it. And so she was going to lean back and hit Rebecca with a bridging German suplex for the third time!!! And this time, if successful, she wouldn't move. It was a triple German suplex! And only now it became noticeable that both women were already at the top of the ramp. And only now, when Charlotte finally did not continue the attack, the referee was going to fall next to the two Frenchwomen in order to start counting, because if Charlotte had succeeded, Rebecca's shoulders would have been pressed to the floor, which means it was a pin attempt!

Usually, few people are able to understand exactly what a fighter is going through in a given situation. There is no doubt that the audience understands that every fighter in every match tries to do everything possible to surpass the opponent and come out of the fight victorious. There are no fake emotions during a fight. The audience sees the fatigue of the fighter, the audience sees the pain of the fighter, the audience sees the determination of the fighter. It is these real emotions that make their hearts flutter.

Of course, what Charlotte did was pretty damn impressive for the audience. The arena was filled with wild screams every time the pink-haired woman threw her opponent onto the hard ramp. Because of the adrenaline in her blood, these screams were not so loud for her. But it didn't matter. The important thing is that she felt their support. But even so, no one could feel what was happening to her at that moment. No one could understand what efforts she had to make in order to finally make Rebecca to stay down.

Charlotte never looked for easy ways. Literally from the first day she entered into competition with one of the strongest women of the federation. And she never stopped. Even after her health was on the verge, she found the strength to overcome it and return to the ring. Maybe that's why they loved her so much. Someone has real charisma. Someone is a skilled manipulator. Someone is just lucky. But she was one of those who was willing to work on herself every day in order to become the best version of herself. That is why the Frenchwoman acquired the true love of the audience.

And so she was willing to go through anything in order to meet the expectations placed on her. She gave up the right to call herself the Sand Lizard. But she was determined to get it back. She knew it would take time. And she knew that this path would be not easy for her. But she was willing to go through with it. And even if she has to stumble again, she will be ready to get back on her feet in order to continue going forward. This is the way of a real fighter.

When Rebecca's body collided with the ramp for the third time, Charlotte was breathing heavily through her mouth. Sweat trickled down her face. Despite the fact that she tried to control her breathing, every breath caused painful sensations in her chest. But she still didn't loosen her grip. The young woman's arms were tightly wrapped around her rival's waist. And she tried to do everything to put as much pressure on Rebecca as possible, pressing her to the floor. The referee, who was worried about such a brutal course of things, quickly lay down next to the wrestlers and began a fast count. She did not want such a match to last longer than necessary, because it seemed that none of the women intended to concede.

"ONE!”

"TWO!!”

For a brief moment, Charlotte held her breath. Under the loud shouts of the audience, the referee's hand began to go down for the third time. And one split second before that palm touched the floor, Rebecca jerked to the side. Charlotte's balance was disturbed and she was forced to let go of the red-haired woman. Her opponent broke the pin again, refusing to lose. It seemed that the audience became even louder when they saw that the referee raised her hand above her head, showing only two fingers.

With a painful groan that slightly resembled a growl, Charlotte rolled onto her stomach and got on all fours. Large drops of sweat dripped from her face directly onto the ramp. She looked at Rebecca. She didn't know what this woman was made of, but the other Frenchwoman already was trying to get to her feet. Charlotte clenched her jaws tightly. She understood that she would have time to get up before her opponent, but she was not sure that she could make a throw now. And still... there was another way.

Instead of getting to her feet, Charlotte rushed forward. She was going to do a quick roll forward and hit the other Frenchwoman with two legs. However, it wasn't a tough attack. Thus, Charlotte only wanted to force Rebecca to fall on her back again, not allowing her to get to her feet. And if she succeeded, then her plan would become clear. Charlotte never does anything for nothing. And now her right leg was in the neck area of Rebecca, while her left leg was in the chest area of the red-haired woman. And the other Frenchwoman's left hand was between Charlotte's legs.

Without any delay, the pink-haired woman was determined to grab her opponent's hand and strain her legs. She was determined not only to press Rebecca to the floor, but also to start pressing on her arm, increasing the pressure more and more every moment. No, she didn't use sudden movements to inflict a real injury on her opponent. But she was determined to make Rebecca to submit with that armbar!

Everyone should act according to their conscience. Charlotte was convinced of this. For her, the words of conscience and honor were intertwined too much. She was a fighter and she believed in dealing with the enemy without any mercy. And yet, despite this principle, the Frenchwoman has never crossed some borders. Even now, when she caught Rebecca in the submission hold, she acted very smoothly. It wasn't the first time memories from her previous matches flashed before her eyes.

A little less than a year ago, during the Avalanche, she was in a similar situation. She locked her rival in the hold. And she had a choice, either smoothly press on the Amazon's arm, trying to force her to give up. Or start pulling this arm as sharply as possible in order to give her maximum pain and, most likely, cause her serious injury. She was a fighter. She always strives to win. But she never allowed herself such things. At that time, Alaina freed herself from the hold by backing away and pushing Charlotte into the corner of the ring. Should the pink-haired woman have drawn conclusions after that? She won that match. But if she had done everything to break Alaina's arm, then perhaps the match would have ended earlier.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to start pulling Rebecca's arm. But honor stopped her. During the time that Charlotte spent in this ring, she honestly earned a reputation as a noble fighter. She was one of the best and strongest. It wasn't just words. She enters the ring for a reason. She had a purpose. She was going to be a living example for a new generation of fighters. And Charlotte knew that she would never achieve this goal if she acted the way many honorless women do here.

That's why she didn't change tactics even at the moment when Rebecca started to move. The young woman clenched her jaws and tried to put more strength into her hands in order to increase the pressure on the red-haired woman's arm. However, even this did not stop the other Frenchwoman. Slowly, but surely, Rebecca was getting to her feet. And Charlotte had a choice. Release her opponent or continue to hold her in the hold. And she bet on the second option. She knew Rebecca was strong. But she also knew that the more her opponent moved, the more damage her arm would take. And maybe she just won't have time to make Charlotte to let her go.

Only when Rebecca got to her feet with a cry and took a few steps to the side that it became clear that Charlotte should have let her go much earlier. It was really similar to the situation in the match with Alaina. The only difference was that now her opponent sent her body not into the corner of the ring, but straight into the metal post. Charlotte's body crashed into the metal structure with an unnatural sound, which was accompanied by a loud scream of a young woman.

"Aaaaahhhh!!!"

A pulse of pain passed through her body, causing her to lose control of what was happening. The Frenchwoman's arms and legs relaxed. She let go of her rival, and a moment later Charlotte collapsed on the floor. She didn't know if it was Rebecca's plan, but she hit her head too hard on the metal post. The pain was unbearable because of this, not to mention that Charlotte's vision was blurred. It was only after a few seconds that she felt something besides pain. She did not even immediately understand what kind of strange hot sensation it was in the back of her head. The young woman raised her right hand and touched the back of her head. When she looked at her fingers after that, even through the fog, she saw the red color. Blood. It was blood.

"Merde..." sounded in Charlotte's head.

Lowering her bloody hand down, Charlotte put both palms on the floor and tried to get up on all fours. But it was all in vain. The fatigue and dizziness were too significant. Considering that she was in control of the situation a few moments ago, her state was too shitty now. And the most important problem was the back of her head. The pain in this place was simply unbearable, not to mention the incision from which blood was flowing.

The Frenchwoman struggled to regain her breath, because only thanks to oxygen she will be able to at least slightly reduce dizziness. But there was clearly not enough time, it became clear at the moment when Rebecca got to her feet, and then grabbed Charlotte. The red-haired woman literally had to lift her to her feet because now Charlotte's body was more like cotton wool.

She stumbled at almost every step, but at the same time she was forced to follow her rival. The pink-haired woman clung to Rebecca's hand, trying to do atleast something to get the other Frenchwoman to let her go. However, it was like a shark and lion battle on land. The young woman's vision was still slightly blurred, but she still realized where her rival was going.

And in a few moments they passed through the curtains and found themselves in a small waiting room. Now they were out of sight of the audience. But the show must to go on, right? Therefore, almost out of nowhere, several videographers entered the room to continue broadcasting for the audience on big screens.

Therefore, despite the fact that the audience could not see them in person, they still saw in all its glory how Rebecca directed Charlotte into the wall. The body of the Frenchwoman crashed into the concrete. Her legs trembled once again and she was about to start falling backwards, but just at that moment her opponent bumped in her, crushing Charlotte between her body and the wall.

"Uugghh..." the pink-haired woman groaned.

This had never happened to her before. Being pressed against the wall, she felt that she could hardly breathe, the fog in her eyes became thicker. She was losing more and more strength. If Rebecca had taken even a step back, Charlotte would surely have fallen to one knee. But for now, she remained between the hammer and the anvil, almost literally.

Now it really didn't feel like something Charlotte had been through before. For all the time that she spent in this federation, she had a lot of grueling matches. But she had never felt so exhausted before, at least not at this stage of the match. There were moments in her career when she barely had the strength to leave the arena on her own at the end of the match, but any of those matches lasted much longer than the current match.

Unable to breathe normally, the Frenchwoman had problems getting herself together. Oxygen is the basis of everything, without oxygen, a fighter simply cannot physically get strength from nowhere. Because of this, her body was wadded up, and her mind was still clouded. The young woman, overcoming the pain, forced herself to raise her hands in order to put her palms on the wall in front of her. She had to at least try to push off the wall in order to create a distance between her and Rebecca.

But before she could try to put this idea into practice, her opponent made her move. The palm of the other Frenchwoman grabbed the hair on the back of Charlotte's neck. She hissed painfully, because there was a bleeding wound on the back of her head. But after a moment, it became clear that this was her least problem. Rebecca pulled her head back. And even through the fog in her eyes and mind, Charlotte understood exactly what the red-haired woman was up to.

"No... no..." flashed through her mind.

She tried to throw her hands up in order to... it wasn't matter. Charlotte's forehead slammed into the concrete wall in front of her. The Frenchwoman didn't make a single sound. Her half-raised hands twitched convulsively several times, and then dropped down like two rags. The pink-haired woman's mouth was slightly open. A scarlet liquid was flowing from her forehead. Between her eyes, on her nose, then on her lips, then on her chin, then on her sports top, and only then the blood reached the floor. Charlotte's body was completely limp, she was no longer able to think.

But even that wasn't enough for Rebecca. Now there was not even fog in front of Charlotte's eyes, only through darkness and flashes of light. She was barely aware of what was happening at that moment. She could only understand that her opponent was moving her. The Frenchwoman did not know that Rebecca had placed her in the DDT position. And it didn't matter. Why?

Because when Charlotte's head was pointed down, she didn't even feel it. She didn't even know that her forehead had collided with concrete again. She didn't even know that the wound on her forehead had increased in size. She didn't even know that a whole pool of blood had formed under her face. She didn't even know that Rebecca had turned her and hooked her leg. She didn't even know that the referee quickly lay down next to the women and slapped the floor for the first time.

"ONE!"