[Steel Cage Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Grace Kenning - Locked in here together (Apex Match)

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Grace was hurting badly, still groaning and moving her body made parts of her abs shift uncomfortably and cause her more pain. She was a mess of painful nerves and unable to move enough to protect herself from any more attack. While she tried to recover enough, she was slowly pulled away from the safety of the ropes to bring her to the middle where Charlotte would grab her legs and fold her up. Grace's large frame looked rather silly being crumbled up and forced into this position, not that looking good was the point when you were the one in the pin. She was still set to be finished as the count started without movement from Grace.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Grace shook her head, preparing herself for something that was going to hurt, as the ref raised her hand for the third count and was starting to come down she would tighten her core and push her legs out to force a break. The pain that was sent through her almost made Grace scream as she kicked out, and once she did she turned to her side and her hand was on her stomach. It did the job, but was it worth kicking out if Grace was still hurt?

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Twice. The referee slapped the mat twice. When the striped shirt raised her hand for the third time, Charlotte involuntarily held her breath even though she was fully aware of the need to continue breathing. Yes, she tried to put aside any emotions during the match, but she was still a human. And when the feeling of victory blew into the back of her head, she couldn't help herself.

Finally, the referee's hand went to the mat for the third time. The audience, who were sure that this was the end, took full lungs of air in order to shout out the final count. And that was the difference. Unlike Grace and Charlotte, they were there, in the stands, not in the ring. Therefore, they could not know what these women felt at one time or another.

And if they were thinking that it would be the end of the match, then the Sand Lizard knew that nothing was over. As soon as the referee's hand began to go down, she felt Grace's body tense up, especially her legs. It was a very short moment, but it was more than enough for the Frenchwoman to understand what was about to happen.

Her opponent jerked to the side with incredible force, straightening her legs. The pink-haired woman completely lost her balance and fell onto the mat. Charlotte gritted her teeth. She didn't even have to look at the referee. She knew she didn't win. And yet, to make sure of it, she raised her head. The referee stood with her hand raised above her head, sticking out only two fingers.

"Toujours pas assez..." Charlotte muttered.

Rising to all fours, Charlotte gasped for air. Yes, she was in the lead for the last few minutes. But she had to pay a heavy price for it. She didn't have time to rest after Grace's attacks, besides, she spent an incredible amount of energy on such a tough series of her own attacks. She felt pain in her muscles. She felt tired. But...

The Sand Lizard looked at her rival. Grace broke the pin, but after that she remained lying on the mat. The American woman was in a bad condition. Charlotte's instincts worked like lightning, even though she was tired. Without getting to her feet, she jumped forward like a frog.

The martial arts master intended to wrap her opponent's neck with her right arm. Using the acquired speed, she planned to press her front side against Grace's back and make them both roll to the side, because in that case she would surely be able to wrap her legs around her opponent's waist as if they were two pythons. The last thing Charlotte had to do was fix her right arm with her left hand, and then start squeezing Grace's neck and waist in a tight rear naked choke hold!

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Grace's body was a mass of pain and nerves screaming out for help. She had little she could do to help with that but rest, and thank herself that Charlotte was struggling and suffering from the same trials she was, she was thankful that Grace was hitting harder than Charlotte, wondering what this might look like if they were the same size and she didn't have the same power she had being bigger. That train of thought was broken up by Charlotte's muttering, she could slightly make it out but her mind was focused on the Sand Lizard moving again, crawling towards her and eventually leaping at her to attack, forcing them to roll over while she was pulling her around and wrapping her up. The second those legs wrapped around her waist those arms were around her neck and starting to squeeze her.

"Ggghhh!" Grace gagged. Her screaming was cut off by the pressure on her neck turning her attempts into gurgles, even as the pain grew with the pressure on her stomach and her neck being constricted. Her head was starting to get dizzy while the pain increased, moving her hands free herself. The hold was on tight and she could start to feel it sapping at her strength already, it was a matter of seconds before it completely cut off the bloodflow to the brain and once that happened she wouldn't be conscious much longer, and her strength would start to go away before it got that far. Grace was desperate and tried to use the angle she had and fighting to turn her body only a little bit to the side, even if it meant more struggles with the painful bodyscissors, it would mean she had a better shot at Charlotte's side. Bringing her arm up she would start hitting her around the ribs, swinging as hard as she could even as she felt lightheaded and her strikes felt like they were getting weaker each time, she was strong enough to give it her all and try to make it work.

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Those who closely followed Charlotte's matches probably knew that the Frenchwoman had more than once allowed her rivals to rise freely to their feet after a broken pin. Not because she was mocking them, but because from her point of view it was the most right way to start the so-called new round.

So why she didn't allow herself and Grace to take a few extra seconds to rest? Everything was extremely simple. The Sand Lizard knew that time was working against her. Grace was a very strong woman. And the longer this match lasts, the more chances of victory accumulate on the side of the American woman. That's why Charlotte immediately rushed into the attack without any break.

The pink-haired woman forcefully squeezed her rival's waist and neck, thereby depriving Grace of oxygen. In another situation, she would have thought several times before trying to close the heavyweight in that hold, but now she was sure that Grace was too weak and would not be able to offer significant resistance.

At first it seemed that everything was going exactly as the Sand Lizard had hoped. She could feel her opponent's body starting to weaken. Therefore, despite the pain, Charlotte increased the pressure, trying to use all the muscles she had. It was a chance she wasn't going to miss.

Charlotte even believed that she had managed to break Grace's fighting spirit at the moment when the American woman turned on her side, because in this position it was even easier for the Sand Lizard to put pressure on her opponent's neck and waist. The referee was nearby and was ready to start counting as soon as she saw that Grace had fainted. However... it wasn't necessary...

"GOOAH!" cried Charlotte.

It didn't take her long to figure out what had happened. Grace's elbow slammed into her ribs like a battering ram. The Frenchwoman clenched her teeth, but did not relax her grip. She had no right to let her rival go now. At least that's what she thought. Grace, apparently, thought otherwise and decided to prove Charlotte wrong with another elbow strike.

"GHAAA!!!" Even though she clenched her teeth, this groan was louder than the previous one.

The pink-haired woman tightly closed her eyes. Damn. Damn. Damn. It was terribly painful. However, if she endures this pain, Grace will definitely lose consciousness. She must stand it. She mush. If she does this, then victory will be on her side.

"NNGGHHAAAA!!!"

It seemed to her that her ribs had cracked in so many places. The painful impulse was so strong that it was only for a second, but she lost control. Acting against her wishes, the Sand Lizard relaxed her arms and legs, and then threw Grace aside. She couldn't take any more strikes in the ribs.

"MMMHHHHHHH..." she groaned.

Charlotte got up on all fours, but immediately wrapped her left arm around her chest, trying to calm the pain. The only thing stronger than the pain at that moment was her anger. The Frenchwoman was angry with herself because she could not withstand Grace's strikes. If she had been stronger, her opponent would have fainted for sure. The Frenchwoman raised her head and looked at Grace.

It was difficult to describe what exactly was in the Sand Lizard's eyes at that moment. She certainly looked at her rival with respect, as she admired such a strong willpower. And at the same time, it was easy to read in Charlotte's eyes how much she wanted to prove that she was no less a strong fighter than Grace.

And it could be seen not only in her eyes, but also in her actions. Holding her breath, the Frenchwoman pushed off the mat, getting to her feet and taking a step forward. Placing her right foot slightly to the left of her left foot, she exhaled all the air from her lungs as if it were an attempt to relieve pressure. The Sand Lizard intended to let her body start spinning and then swing her left leg in order to take Grace's head off with a spinning heel kick!

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Grace had been fighting to break the hold and escape what would've finished her with repeated elbows to Charlotte's side and was encouraged by the way she screamed with each hit, telling her how badly they were hurting her. It was all she could do to force a break and escape from the hold before it choked her out. Grace turned and coughed while putting her hands under and trying once more to get back up, only managing to make it to her knees before she had to take a second to recover. She felt tired and weak, and the match still had to be fought with Grace refusing to let herself give up because she was having a hard time. She looked at the battered Charlotte, who stood up and closed in towards her ready to knock her out by going for a big heel kick, aimed right at Grace's head.

Grace had a harder time than she expected ducking low, feeling her body protest the quick and necessary movements it took before she saw her foot fly past her head. If she got the chance Grace would leap up, once again ignoring her body's desire to sit still to try and grab Charlotte's head and bring it down with her with a cutter.

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Charlotte never counted on an easy victory. But she would be lying if she said she didn't expect to end the match with this choke hold. Therefore, she felt a little disappointed that she could not withstand Grace's elbow strike. However, even despite this, she didn't lose concentration and still intended to take the victory.

Considering the condition of her opponent, the Sand Lizard was confident that this powerful kick would be enough to send the American woman down. Therefore, she tried to put into this kick the maximum of what she had left. But...

"Damn!" Flashed through her head.

At that moment, she didn't have time to think where Grace got the strength to react to the kick in time. It didn't matter at that moment, because it wouldn't have changed the fact that Charlotte's rival dodged the kick, as a result of which the Frenchwoman's heel passed over her head.

Due to the fact that the pink-haired woman had nowhere to transmit the impulse, her body continued to spin. And when she landed on her right foot, she almost collapsed on the mat. It was only because she quickly lowered her left leg down that she managed to keep her balance. However, she lost precious time. Maybe just a second, but in a match like this, even one second made a huge difference.

Even before Charlotte could stand up to her full height, Grace jumped up. In the blink of an eye, her arms wrapped around the Frenchwoman's head, and then her opponent's weight and gravity pulled her down. She didn't have a single chance to group, everything happened too fast. And only her heart, which seemed to have stopped, told her what would happen in one second.

The Sand Lizard's face crashed into the mat with such speed that blood instantly gushed out of her nose. Due to the huge momentum, her body bounced off the mat, causing her to roll over and end up on her back. She lost consciousness for just one second. But then the agony woke her up.

"GUUUUMMMHHH!!!!" Charlotte let out a long but strangled groan.

The Frenchwoman covered her face with her hands, swaying left and right at the same time. At that moment, she had absolutely no control over her movements. The pain took over her body so much that she herself, without noticing it, stomped on the mat several times. And if just a minute ago she was close to victory, now she seemed completely destroyed by this outstanding jumping cutter.

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When you were locked in a cage like this you could find yourself willing to try anything to win the fight. The barbaric structure could bring something out of people that you rarely saw, and sometimes it made them try things that they normally wouldn't try. Grace had knocked Charlotte down with a cutter and her mind was in a frenzy preparing herself for what she had to do next. As battered as Charlotte was, the Sand Lizard was someone that Grace had never really been prepared for before and was not someone she was going to beat with moves like that. Grace needed something big, and as she thought that her eyes looked up at the cage. It was risky but right now it was as good as anything Grace intended to do.

Forcing herself back up while leaving the redhead down on the floor Grace would start to crawl towards the cage wall. She would push herself to her feet once she got close and grabbed the ropes to help her the rest of the way before her hands would then try to fit themselves into the small holes of the cage. With a push and her legs taking the ropes for support she would start to climb the rest of the way, looking to get all the way up and leave Charlotte behind.

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Pro wrestling is a truly unpredictable thing, which in turn makes it something damn fascinating. Pro wrestling reveals the strongest sides of any fighter. And only in the ring the true essence of a person manifests itself. It was simply impossible not to see it now.

A few moments ago, Grace was close to defeat, but she was able to find the strength not only to free herself from Charlotte's grip, but also to use an amazing attack that, if not completely returned the advantage to her side, then definitely made their chances of winning more equal.

The audience appreciated it with loud shouts. They knew that today they would see an amazing match, but they clearly did not expect that the scales would shift so dramatically from one woman to another. However, after a few seconds, the noise they made became even louder.

The reason for this was that Grace, who was still in a bad condition, gathered her strength in order to start crawling to the cage. Even a blind man could see that she was in pain and that her every movement was accompanied by agony. However, she did not stop, she stubbornly continued to move forward until her fingers gripped the metal mesh.

What about Charlotte? The Sand Lizard tried to cope with the burning pain on her face, but her success in this was completely absent. Blood was streaming rapidly from her nose, causing her pink hair to turn red in some places.

Although even in spite of the pain, she realized that since Grace did not continue to attack her, then surely the American woman decided to take advantage of the opportunity to gain victory through escape from the cage. Still making painful groans, the Sand Lizard forced herself to roll over on her stomach.

"Merde..." she thought.

Even her blurred vision did not prevent her from seeing that her opponent had reached the wall of the cage and had already begun to climb up. Charlotte's body reacted instantly. She got up on all fours and wanted to start the pursuit. But she couldn't crawl even one inch, collapsing face down on the mat again. The consequences of her opponent's fierce attack were still too substantial.

And while a pool of blood began to form under her head, Grace, accompanied by the cheers of the audience, began her ascent to the top of the cage. Charlotte tried to force herself to get up, but at that moment she just wasn't able to do it. Pain and fatigue were her overseers, who forced her to watch as victory eluded her.

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Grace's climb was slow, her fingers were struggling to keep her grip on the cage, and her body was so badly battered that she was shaking just trying to stay up. Her feet had a harder time keeping on, she could only hold onto it by jamming the tip of her boots into the small loops of the cage and she worried about slipping out. Even though Charlotte was struggling to get out, Grace was still only half way up and that was because of the ropes being used for support that got her that far. Grace took a breath to try and steady herself before she would make another effort to climb back up.

Her body was not in the best state to be doing this, but she persisted because she knew it was her best chance at a victory. Charlotte had proven to be someone she couldn't underestimate and the only way she could beat the Sand Lizard was to completely squash her. Grace knew what she had in mind and had to get to the top before she could do it. Her hands inching closer to the edge of the cage as she was a few feet above the ground, with the crowd hanging on every inch she climbed up waiting to see what Grace would do next, and seeing if she was planning to escape.

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Charlotte wasn't fighting Grace at that moment. At that moment, Charlotte was fighting herself. She wanted to get to her feet and rush to her opponent in order to stop her. But her body refused to obey her. The high tempo of this match took a lot of her strength. And now the pain stood in her way like a stone wall. Lying on the mat, the only thing the Frenchwoman had the strength to do was to shift her head a little in order to leave Grace in her field of vision.

"Again..." flashed through her mind.

Again she was helpless. The closer Grace was to the top of the cage, the closer Charlotte was to defeat. And there was nothing she could do. Just like that time. Having lost the last drop of strength, she could not do anything when the Lion caught her in the submission hold. And although she refused to submit at that time in order to preserve the remnants of honor, it did not change the essence. And now she was forced to lie down again and wait for defeat to engulf her.

"Again, pain has become an obstacle in my way..."

Right. When Amy caught her in the submission hold, Charlotte still had the very last drop of strength. And the truth was that she had let that drop slip away from her. It seemed to her that Amy was trying to peel the skin off her face. And she gave up, unable to bear the pain any longer. Yes, she didn't tap, she didn't submit. But she gave up, giving the last drop of strength to nowhere. At that time, she couldn't bring herself to continue resisting. She couldn't bring herself to overcome that wild pain.

"When does the fighter's path end?"

It wasn't her voice. It was her master's voice. He asked her this question after three months of her training at the monastery. And although it took her a while, she found the answer to this question. Never. A real fighter never stops. A real fighter always keeps going forward in order to become better. That's how Charlotte tried to live. That defeat was a big blow for her. But it reminded her that if she wanted to reach the top, she had to become better. And she wasn't afraid to do it. This time the pain won't be a stone wall in her way.

Gritting her teeth, the Sand Lizard turned on her stomach and placed her palms on the sides of her head. With agony on her face, but she strained her body and forced herself to get up first on all fours and then on one knee. It seemed to her that several people were stabbing her without a break. However, she knew that if she stopped now, nothing she had done would make sense. She had to catch up with Grace. There was only one problem…

"Oh no..." Charlotte muttered.

Her opponent almost reached the top of the cage. Just a few more inches and the American woman will be able to grab the edge. Which meant that the Sand Lizard literally had no chance of catching up with her. Even if she was full of strength, it is unlikely that her speed would be enough to have time to climb so high.

The risk wasn't something Charlotte liked. Her best friends liked to take risks, but not her. However, now the situation required her to make bold decisions, regardless of the risk. Charlotte knew that if she didn't do what was required of her, Grace would leave the cage and take the victory. A fighter never stops. A real fighter always goes forward, no matter what. Charlotte took a deep breath.

Pushing off from the mat, she ran to the ropes. And although the pain stayed with her, thanks to the low-start position, she moved so fast that the hair tie slid down, resulting in her hair being loose. The question might arise, why did Charlotte need such speed? And the answer to this question was not long in coming.

The Sand Lizard intended to grab the top rope and push off from the mat, jumping up. Putting her feet on the top rope, she wanted to use this as a springboard and this time, using every muscle of her strong legs, make another jump. Right at Grace. Realizing that she simply had no other chance, Charlotte was going to literally cling to her rival from behind. Last time it pushed her away from winning. Last time, she couldn't take the strikes in the ribs. But she was going to try again. Charlotte wanted to wrap her arms around Grace's neck and her legs around Grace's waist in order to again close the American woman in a rear naked choke hold in order to prevent her from reaching the top of the cage!