AV 21 Belinda Northman vs Charlotte Ravel

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”How quickly time flies," Victoria said, adjusting her glasses.

Charlotte didn't answer right away, she kept moving around the punching bag, sending punch after punch. But even though she was warming up, she smiled a little because of the manager's words. It really was true. It's been a whole year. And this year has been really eventful. The Frenchwoman stopped abruptly and sent a spinning back kick into the punching bag. After that, the young woman straightened her palms and took a deep breath.

“You're right," she said, turning to the Englishwoman, “we've come a long way this year.”

Victoria smiled slightly and took off her glasses, which was a little strange, she did it very rarely. She looked at Charlotte, she looked different without her glasses. And even her look. The Frenchwoman thought she knew her manager well enough, but she had never seen Victoria look at her like that. Charlotte was even a little embarrassed. She scratched her head uncertainly and smiled, closing her eyes.

“Is there something on my face?" trying to make a joke, she asked.
”There's nothing wrong with your face," Victoria replied and took a step forward, "I'm just very proud of you.”
”Oh..." Charlotte clearly did not expect to hear such words.

Now she understood exactly what she saw in Victoria's gaze. She hadn't seen that look in a very long time. It can be said that she even forgot what it was like to feel such a look on herself. The look of a parent who is proud of their child. Charlotte took a step forward and hugged Victoria. This woman always supported her, no matter what. And she never stopped believing that the Frenchwoman would become who she should be.

”Thank you," the young woman said.

Releasing Victoria, Charlotte took a step back. Victoria knew perfectly well that the pink-haired woman hates when she is wished good luck. So she just nodded to her. That was more than enough for Charlotte. She nodded back and then left the locker room. The young woman headed down the long corridor, briefly lost in her own thoughts.

A lot of things have really happened this year. The match at the last Avalanche was a springboard for her, which allowed her to become the first contender for the world title. Was it worth remembering that her goals, dreams and even her body were destroyed this summer? But even after that, she got to her feet. Match after match, she went forward in order to regain her honor. And even today, two matches were waiting for her at once. Charlotte stopped in front of the curtains and took a deep breath. Despite all the way she went, she didn't get a title match this winter. But perhaps even without that, today was the very evening when she could start to respect herself again. She was ready.

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Attire:

Her dynamic music began and the Frenchwoman came out from behind the curtains. Without any desire to break the tradition, she sent several punches into the air to the beat of the music, and then raised both hands above her head, greeting the audience. The hall was filled with deafening shouts and applause. Charlotte did not hold back her emotions at this moment and smiled broadly. During the time spent in the ring, she gained not only popularity, but also the love of fans. And despite the fact that she always tried to control her emotions, she could not deny that she also loves her fans.

The young woman started walking down the ramp, stopping every now and then to sign a poster, give five or make a selfie. Damn, it was an incredible feeling. New York. Madison Square Garden. 18,500 spectators. The standard AFW arena in Tokyo could not be called small. But now there were so many people here that it was really breathtaking. Charlotte ran up the metal steps and grabbed the top rope. She made a high jump and gracefully landed on her feet. The ring announcer has entered the game.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Good evening, Madison Square Garden!! A match doesn't have to be a title one in order to make your hearts flutter! You all know who should face in the match today and show what real pure wrestling is! But still, let me introduce!!! From Paris, the city of love! Six feet one inch tall. One hundred fifty four pounds weight. The noble fighter of AFW! Please welcome! Charlotte!! Ravel'!!!!"

To thunderous applause, Charlotte pushed off from the mat, forcing her body to spin. Her left leg made a sharp arc, as if cutting through the air. And when Charlotte landed on her feet after a demonstrative jumping spinning heel kick, she raised her right fist above her head and, without restraining emotions, let out a loud battle cry! She'd be lying if she said she didn't feel anything right now. It wasn't like that. She was happy to see that so many people were here today. But she was even more happy because SHE was here today.

After bowing to the audience, Charlotte greeted the referee and headed to her corner. There was a slight smile on her face. She had been waiting for this day for a very long time. In a few minutes her rival will come here. One of the best women the ring has ever seen. The former tag team champion. And no less a noble fighter than Charlotte herself. Charlotte has always strived for only one goal. And to achieve this goal, she had to meet only the bests. Belinda Northman was one of the greatest wrestlers. And now the Frenchwoman wanted only one thing. She wanted to get the match they both deserved.