[Tables Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Tamara Espinoza (D) - When you chop wood, chips fly

"How are you?" asked Charlotte, finishing her warm-up.
"Usually I ask this question," Victoria chuckled slightly, putting the folder with documents aside, "I'm fine, why?"
"You probably think your mask is covering absolutely everything," the Frenchwoman said, getting to her feet, "but it is not. The Avalanche is approaching. And you are worried about the results. How do I know? I feel the same."

Victoria sighed heavily and adjusted her glasses. Yes, Charlotte was right. The Summer Splash was a complete failure for her team. Two lost and one canceled title shot. It was a failure for her, not only as a manager, but also as a person who genuinely cares about every girl and woman on her team. Of course, you can never count on a positive result in advance. But she could not even imagine that everything would turn out like this.

She was forced to watch as Charlotte, who could rightly be considered the second strongest in their team, lost the match for the world title. It was impossible to describe the fear as she watched the Frenchwoman being carried away on a stretcher after the match. She was forced to watch the girl, whom she considered her own daughter, lose her first match, failing to achieve her dream. She was forced to hear that the hardcore title match had been canceled.

Victoria has always kept a cool head. It was part of her job. She is a manager. She must be strong. No one should see her weakness, especially her team members. She should be the one who can support them even in the most difficult moments. But even she couldn't stay strong after such a failure. Victoria dropped her eyes, unable to find the words to say. She did not even notice how Charlotte approached her. The Frenchwoman put her hand on the manager's shoulder.

“We did everything we could at that moment,” she said, “I wanted to be a worthy champion, but I failed. Don't take the blame for it. As they say, the plans are different. Someone gets their place in the sun. And someone, despite all the efforts, remains in the shadows. But as you can see, I'm still going forward. We are still here. And we are still the best, even if none of us have a belt. Right?"
"I..." Victoria was a little confused, Charlotte was rarely as open and sincere as she is now, the Englishwoman smiled slightly and nodded, "absolutely right."

Charlotte smiled softly too. After a short nod, she left the locker room. The young girl headed down the long corridor. She was sure that this would be her last match before the Avalanche. Last year, she won her last victory over her former rival. It was a great match, after which many, including Charlotte, began to believe that she could be the first world champion of a new generation. But not all dreams are destined to come true.

She stopped in front of the curtains. Victoria was very depressed after all that happened. And now it was important to remain determined. When Charlotte found out that she would have to go through surgery... it was a very difficult moment in her life. But she got to her feet. She returned to the ring. And now she is moving forward more confidently than ever. A new match was waiting for her today. And she was ready.

Entrance Music:

Attire:

Her dynamic music began and the Frenchwoman came out from behind the curtains. She punched the air several times in time to the music, then raised both arms above her head to greet the audience. The arena was filled with noise and Charlotte smiled. She has already gotten used to the fact that since she joined the federation, she has gained popularity and audience support. But she still could not believe that so many people were ready to support her. Viewers and loyal fans have become a part of her life. It even made her reconsider some of her views. Now she entered the ring not only in order to become the best, but also for their sake.

The young woman started down the ramp, stopping several times to take a photo with the fans and sign some posters. She stopped in front of the ring for a moment. Several folded tables lay here and there. Charlotte involuntarily recalled that she had recently taken part in another similar match. Only there were not tables, but a coffin. The pink-haired girl smiled and rolled under the bottom rope.

Jumping to her feet, she went to the center of the ring. Accelerating slightly, she jumped up and made a wide spinning kick. She landed on her feet, and once again raised her arms above her head, welcoming the audience for the last time. Her music was over. Charlotte greeted the referee and went to her corner. Putting her hands on the top ropes, she took a deep breath. Today she was to meet a debutant. But this was no reason to relax. If her opponent agreed to participate in such a tough match, then she is confident in her abilities. Charlotte respected this and was ready to test the strength of the federation's fresh blood.