[ICW/ICWA Title Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Adrian Kytes (C) - Something changes, something remains the same

“Well, I'm happy to inform you that this month you have enough funds to cover all the expenses for the gym and stuff,” Victoria said, putting the folder with papers aside, “to be honest, at some point I I was ready to believe that you would have to find a part-time job."
“At some point, I was ready to believe it too,” the pink-haired woman replied, finishing her warm-up.

Victoria rolled her eyes. Very few people knew that Charlotte was from a very wealthy family and that if she wanted to, she could do nothing for the rest of her life. However, the Frenchwoman believed that sooner or later everyone is forced to choose between what is right and what is easy. Someone might call her choice idiocy. But it didn't matter to her. What mattered to her was that if she used her family's money, she would not be able to respect herself. She had to deal with it all herself. And, judging by Victoria's latest financial statements, she has at least partially succeeded in this. Charlotte got to her feet.

“Finance can wait,” she said, “I have to go.”
“Be careful,” Victoria warned, adjusting her glasses, her gaze became much more serious, “you haven’t come across someone like that in the ring yet.”
“I know,” Charlotte said as she left the locker room.

She headed down the long corridor. She usually tried not to think about the upcoming match. Why think about it if it doesn't change anything? Instead of empty thoughts, she preferred to train, it was much more useful. However, today was a slightly different case. Victoria was right, Charlotte had not yet had to face someone in the ring who was even a little like Adrian Kytes. This woman was ready to sink to the very bottom of morality in order to take the victory. In a way, she was the complete opposite of the Frenchwoman. Charlotte stopped in front of the curtains and took a deep breath. She was ready.

Entrance Music:

Attire:

Her dynamic music began and the young woman came out from behind the curtains. She made three punches into the air in time to the music, then raised her arms above her head to greet the audience. A wave of cheers and applause made her smile. Despite the fact that almost every match was attended by a lot of people, today there were even more. It seems that the conflict that occurred a week ago during the fan event has caught the attention of a wide audience.

Charlotte started down the ramp, stopping several times to take selfies and sign posters. The audience was one of the most important parts of any match. Whether you are a champion or a debutant, your path will lead you nowhere if you do not have the support of the audience. The pink-haired woman rolled under the bottom rope and jumped to her feet. She confidently stepped into the center of the ring, and then made a jump, swinging her left leg to make a jumping kick.

Her music was coming to an end, so she put her right fist on her left shoulder and then bowed to the audience. After receiving the last round of applause, she greeted the referee and then headed to her corner. She had a bad feeling about this. Despite the fact that it was the same match as many of the previous ones, Charlotte was a little worried. She was afraid of losing control of her anger due to the possible actions of her opponent. The young woman took a deep breath. No. No doubts. No compromises. No excuses.

Charlotte turned her head to the side as the unfamiliar music began. Adrian was walking down the ramp like a queen, exuding self-confidence. The belt, which gave her the right to call herself a champion, glittered at her waist. This piece of gold had nothing to do with AFW, but for the American woman it was a reason to be proud, she made it clear a week ago when she unceremoniously cut off Charlotte's communication with fans.

The young woman rolled her eyes when she saw Adrian sneered at her. It was the second match for the Frenchwoman, which began with open conflict, but even Ranga was not at all like Adrian. The former cosplayer stepped into the ring and then took off her belt. The referee took it in hands and then raised it above her head, officially confirming that today it is not just victory or defeat that is at stake.

Charlotte had no goal of getting it just for the sake of getting it. Perhaps it really was an important thing for the place where it came from. But here it was nothing more than a toy that could be used solely to have an argument for calling oneself a champion. And although this piece of gold would be a very good accessory, for Charlotte only the match was important, not this belt.

She pushed away from her corner to enter the center of the ring and greet her opponent. Even though she had a very low opinion of Adrian, the code of honor obliged her to show proper respect. The Frenchwoman was determined to press her right fist against her outstretched left palm and bow. However... she had no one to bow to...

Instead of staying in the center of the ring, face to face with Charlotte, Adrian walked to the ropes. She demanded that due respect be shown to her belt. The referee did not wait for her return and gave the signal to start the match. However, even the ringing of the bell did not make the former world champion turn back. Charlotte pursed her lips. What was that? Provocation? Overconfidence? Complete lack of respect? The young woman was ready to stake on the last point. Charlotte began to run forward like lightning approaching her rival.

Even though she had the legal right to attack the American woman since the match had already begun, Charlotte was not the one willing to take a sneaky stab in the back in such a situation. However, she was not going to look like an idiot who would stand and wait for Adrian to solve all her questions and find time for Charlotte. No. The golden mean is needed here. And Charlotte just found an option for this.

"Don't turn your back on me, Adrian!" she screamed at the moment when her rival finally deigned to start turning to her.

Now it could not be called a stab in the back. The former cosplayer is to blame for this situation. If it is more important for her to blow dust from her belt, and not to start the match as needed, then let she should experience the burden of this mistake. Charlotte put her right foot forward and shifted her center of gravity onto it. She intended to turn the body to the right side, at the same time raising her left leg bent at knee. Taking a deep breath, she intended to straighten her left leg towards the chin of Adrian's head. In the martial arts, she called it a high side kick, but here, they called it a superkick. And perhaps if she kicks the former world champion out of the ring with that attack, it will dawn on her that she should be more serious.

If Charlotte had thought about the moral side of every action she had ever done every time, then she would surely have dug her own grave. And even now she had a reason to wonder if she did the right thing. Surely there could be a person in the arena who would say that she should have let the American woman deal with her affairs, and only after that start the match. But the Frenchwoman had a different opinion on this matter.

And, apparently, she managed to convey this opinion to everyone in this hall, especially to Adrian. It was no secret to anyone that Charlotte's legs were a real weapon. Despite the fact that she uses a variety of fighting styles in combination with pro-wrestling moves, it was the kicks that helped her survive in this ring. For each kick, the right moment must be chosen. And if this moment is really chosen correctly, even one kick can completely turn the match over. Well, not only a match. In this case, the young woman's kick completely turned Adrian over.

And, admittedly, it was quite cinematic. By the time Charlotte put her attacking foot back on the mat, her opponent had also landed on her feet outside the ring. The pink-haired woman even raised her left eyebrow at that moment. For one tiny moment, it seemed to her that the former world champion had landed on her feet not by a chance. But then Adrian collapsed facedown on the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes, accompanied by cheers from the audience.

"C'était inhabituel..." thought the Frenchwoman.

Not intending to slow down the pace of the match, Charlotte slipped between the middle and top ropes and then jumped out of the ring. It would be fair to say that never before events has moved out of the ring so quickly in her matches. But, as they say, everything happens for the first time. In addition, she simply could not help but take advantage of the state of her rival. The combination of a powerful kick straight to the head and a hard fall out of the ring should have been enough to keep Adrian from recovering for a few more moments. And those few moments were more than enough for the pink-haired woman to bent down and grab Adrian's arm.

"ONE!"

The striped shirt wasted no time and this was another reason for Charlotte to move fast. She intended to jerk her rival up, forcing her to her feet. Now there was no need to come up with something too complicated. However, the Frenchwoman was not going to simplify the life of the former cosplayer. Instead, she intended to wrap her arm hand around Adrian's neck and use her left hand to grab the American woman's right leg. Without any warning, Charlotte intended to lean back as sharply as possible, and then let go of her rival, sending Adrian straight into the barricade with an exploder suplex!

Only for a moment, Charlotte wondered if she would have done the same if someone else had been in Adrian's place. There was no doubt that the American woman had managed to play on the pink-haired woman's nerves during their last meeting. And now it all quite rightly looked like a personal vendetta. But in reality this was not the case. For Charlotte, it was still just a match. Much higher than usual because she faced the former world champion, but still just a match. And she would have done the same with any other opponent.

She was sure the former cosplayer wouldn’t find this trip enjoyable. The Frenchwoman used this move quite often. And now she had no doubts. Pulling the brown-haired woman up, she grabbed her and then threw Adrian right into the barricade. The sound of Adrian's body hitting the hard barricade was very unpleasant. But this meant that the young woman did everything right. Charlotte quickly turned herself onto her stomach and then rose to one knee.

"TWO!"

The referee continued to count, which means that she shouldn't to hesitate. The Frenchwoman glanced at her rival. Despite the fact that Adrian was able to move, her movements were slow and pain was reflected on her face. This was not surprising, even Charlotte was willing to agree that it was the quickest and toughest start of the match in her career. And now she was going to make it even harder. She had a little time left and she was going to take advantage of it.

Charlotte rushed forward, trying to get top speed. She's had to do things outside the ring too often lately. The events of her match with Rebecca momentarily floated before her eyes. It was a tough match that started in the ring and ended in the parking lot. Despite all the blood she saw then, the young woman got the experience. She knew she had to take every opportunity.

And before Adrian got to her feet, the Frenchwoman was determined to use the fact that her rival was close to the barricade. Taking speed, she intended to make a dash forward, at the same time putting forward her right knee. Charlotte never forgot for a moment that it was a title match. And so there was no question of slowing down the pace. She intended to aim her knee directly at the former cosplayer's head to hit her and drive her head into the barricade with a running knee strike.

Was this plan a good one? Yes, Charlotte had no doubt about it. Given the two powerful attacks she unleashed on Adrian, the former cosplay should have been completely stunned. The Frenchwoman was determined to make another powerful blow, pushing Adrian's head into the barricade, and then return her opponent to the ring. Not only the circumstances, but also the instincts of the pink-haired woman spoke of the success of the plan.

She took the fastest possible speed in this situation. Adrian was right in front of her and there was no sign that the woman was going to counter. So she took a dash and put her right knee forward.

And she was ready to swear that her knee had to bump into the head of the former world champion. Charlotte saw her knee almost touched Adrian's head. And it was at this moment that the American woman did something that could rightly be called impossible. She slid to the side, moving her head away from Charlotte's line of impact.

But that was not the only thing she did. Along with this, Adrian threw her legs forward, wrapping Charlotte's legs. Due to the suddenness of such a rapid move on the part of the former cosplayer, as well as the force of inertia, the young woman had no chance of doing anything about it. Adrian upset her balance and Charlotte began to fall forward. At this point, many could hold their breath. Why? Because the head of the Frenchwoman was aimed directly at the hard barricade. And the next thing that almost every viewer could hear was...

"Aaaaaacccchhhh!!!" Charlotte screamed loudly.

Her forehead crashed right into the barricade. And perhaps Charlotte could be called lucky, because if the blow were a little lower, then she would probably break her nose or kick out a few teeth. She has already broken her nose twice and lost her teeth twice during matches with Alaina. And in this country there was a hell expensive medical service in order to get injured like this in every match.

At first it was wild pain that made her scream. And then came the stun. This collision of the forehead with the barricade was too hard. Charlotte's eyes darkened for a few moments and because of this she could not even grab the barricade in order to stay on her feet. The young woman collapsed onto the concrete floor.

"FOUR!!"

Although she remained conscious, her mind switched to power saving mode. Charlotte felt pain, but her body refused to move quickly. Thanks to her fighting instincts and fortitude, she put her palms on the floor and tried to raise herself, but her movements were too slow due to pain and eerie dizziness.