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

Once Charlotte read an article about a man who got into a very serious car accident. This man suffered multiple injuries, fractures and burns, but was saved. Thanks to the efforts of doctors, this man survived, but was unconscious for some time. When this man woke up, the first sound he made was a heart-rending cry of pain. As this man later said, he felt nothing in his dream. But as soon as his mind cleared, despite the painkillers, he felt the pain tearing him apart.

Now the same thing happened to the Frenchwoman. After the referee slapped the concrete floor, Charlotte's mind gradually began to clear up. At that moment, she felt unimaginable pain in every cell of her body. And although she wanted to scream, she just didn't have the strength to do it. Each of her muscles seemed to be bound by rigid chains. Blood was streaming from Charlotte's forehead, trickling down her face. Because of this, her loose hair turned into an incomprehensible pink-red sticky mass.

"TWO!!"

That count sounded like a death sentence. Charlotte could hear the deafening screams of the audience, because they were still very close to the arena. Trying to force herself to move, she remembered a very similar situation that happened to her a little less than six months ago. She has already drawn several parallels between her current rival and her already former rival more than once during this mast. But now it was even more than just deja vu.

Now it was like a repeat of what had happened to her on the Summer Splash. The difference was only in small details. However, the most important thing remained unchanged. Charlotte was lying in a pool of her own blood, unable to find the strength to continue the match. The stakes were higher that time. At that time, she lost her opportunity to get the title, to which she had been going for so long. However, for the Frenchwoman, there has never been a difference between losing in a title match and losing in a regular match. She didn't recognize the difference between champions and other fighters. Therefore, every defeat was a heavy blow for her.

Even though her eyes were closed, she knew that the referee had raised her hand up to slap the floor for the last time. After she healed her spine, she firmly decided to return to the ring in order to regain what she had lost. She wanted to regain her honor and her alias. She wanted to show that despite the crushing defeat, she was still determined to become the world champion.

And although her new path began actively and confidently, Charlotte simply could not believe that now she stumbled again. Last time she stumbled on the last step, her fingers only lightly touched the golden belt. And now she stumbled right at the beginning of a new path. It was as if there was a high wall in front of her. And this wall was made of pain. Every time she tried to overcome this wall, the pain stopped her. After all that she had received from her opponent in this match, the pink-haired woman simply did not know where to get new strength from.

When she heard the growing noise, she realized that the referee had started to lower her hand. That moment... the most important moment. Charlotte's mind screamed. Her soul screamed. She was a fighter. For her, any match is not just a way to earn money and show off in front of the audience. No, for her, any match is the true path of self-development. Martial arts made her who she is now. It was thanks to the path of a real fighter that Charlotte became strong, both physically and spiritually. And did she really go through all this just to once again lose what she managed to gain? And will pain really be the reason for this? Never. A web of cracks appeared in the wall in front of her. And then the wall collapsed.

"THR..."

Charlotte jerked to the side, lifting her shoulder off the concrete floor to break Rebecca's pin. It happened so quickly and abruptly that the referee's girl had to move her hand to the side so that the palm would not slap the floor. And when the striped shirt got up on one knee, she showed only two fingers. 2.99, but not 3. And even a deaf person would have heard the wild roar of the audience at that moment. Charlotte, still bleeding, was lying on her right side, gasping for air. But that wasn't what mattered. The most important thing was that she stayed in the match. And there was a barely noticeable smile on the bloody face of the young woman.

"J'atteindrai le sommet, peu importe ce que ça me coûte..." she muttered.

Charlotte still did not fully believe that she had managed to avoid defeat. Her body was in agony and every movement was like torture. At such moments, the mind always protests against any attempts by the fighter to continue the match. And in many cases, it is at such a moment that the fighter is defeated. Only those who are ready to go to the end, despite the pain, can find the strength to continue the fight. Charlotte was one of those people.

The Frenchwoman tried to recover her breath at least a little. Even though she broke the pin, she didn't have the opportunity to just get to her feet, her body was too exhausted. She heard the disappointed groan of her opponent, who had enough reason to think that this pin would be the end of the match. Rebecca was a strong fighter, Charlotte wasn't going to deny it. However, Charlotte was not going to give the victory to her rival.

And it seems that the other Frenchwoman also understood this. Without giving Charlotte time to rest, she grabbed her by the hair, which caused the young woman to hiss painfully. Rebecca started to pull Charlotte to her feet. At this moment, the pink-haired woman held her breath, because she knew that if she allowed Rebecca to start an active offensive again, then next time she would hardly be able to break the pin.

But then something happened that no one expected. As soon as Charlotte took an upright position, her opponent seemed to lose consciousness. After releasing the Frenchwoman, the red-haired woman sank to the concrete floor, which prompted the referee to check her condition. Charlotte, bleeding profusely, dropped to one knee as her body seemed to be made of stone. She guessed what was going on and after a few moments the referee confirmed her guesses. Rebecca was conscious, but after a series of harsh attacks, her body was too exhausted.

"We're not done yet..." muttered Charlotte, extending her left hand forward.

She intended to grab her opponent's left hand and then get to her feet in order to lift Rebecca too. However, the pink-haired woman was not going to take risks. She didn't want Rebecca to put up any resistance, so the first thing Charlotte was going to do was send a hard knee strike right into the core of the red-haired woman in order to deprive her of the ability to breathe.

And then Charlotte's gaze accidentally fell on the wall. The same wall that Rebecca had smashed her face against a few moments ago. There was blood on that wall, the same blood that was now flowing from the nose and lips of the pink-haired woman. Charlotte's left hand trembled involuntarily. She was one of the best when it came to hardcore matches, which was a well-known fact. Although no less well-known fact was that Charlotte still tried to avoid unnecessary cruelty. But not this time.

The Frenchwoman intended to raise her left hand and grab her opponent's red hair. And then she would step aside. Not only to leave the waiting room and get in a long corridor, but also to get at least some momentum. And she was going to use this momentum to smash her opponent's face against the left wall of the corridor. Was it the end? No. Because Charlotte was then going to take another step and send Rebecca's face into the right wall. Another step and the left wall again. Only after the fourth step, when her opponent's face was again driven into the right wall, Charlotte would finally allow herself to exhale in order to calm the rage that was in her soul.