Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout, disqualification
"The management plans to organize a meeting with the fans soon," Victoria said, without distracting from her documents. "And I want you to have your own panel."
Hearing this, Charlotte almost stopped, but she was able to restrain this impulse and instead took a deep breath. Turning around her axis, she threw up her left leg and kicked the punching bag with such force that it shifted almost two meters to the side. Only after that, the Frenchwoman turned to face her manager and looked at her questioningly.
"Why?" She asked. "You know it's difficult for me to communicate with people, especially in such an unusual environment."
"Do I really need to explain this?" Victoria sighed heavily, putting the documents aside.
"Yes, please," Charlotte nodded, walking over to her locker. "I'm a fighter, isn't that enough?"
"You are," the manager agreed. "But if you want to get to the top, then you have to do a lot more." The Englishwoman adjusted her glasses. "You have won a place in the hearts of the audience, they know that you are a noble fighter, and they are ready to support you." Her gaze became much more serious. "However, just being a fighter is not enough, even a noble one, you have to show them who Charlotte Ravel is, and this cannot be done without direct interaction with them."
The pink-haired woman pondered the words of her manager. Yes, it really made sense. But she wasn't sure that the audience would like her. In the ring she is a fighter, but outside the ring she is only a human. Does she really have to agree to her manager's offer? Charlotte bit her lower lip.
"I think it's better for them not to know more about me than they already know..." she said, closing the locker.
Instead of answering, Victoria got to her feet and approached her ward. Charlotte did not look into the brunette's eyes, afraid to see disappointment there. However, when Victoria gently took her chin and gently lifted her head, she saw only light and warmth in the manager's eyes.
"If you only would let them see you as I see you," said the Englishwoman. "You're amazing and it's up to you whether the others find out about it, not just me, Astrid and Nerissa."
Charlotte sighed heavily, closing her eyes, but then a smile appeared on her face. She had no right to complain about her life, but it still seemed to her that if she gave free rein to her feelings, the past would overtake her. And yet... seeing the way Victoria was looking at her, she couldn't deny that she longed for everyone to look at her like that.
"Fine, I agree," she finally said. "Prepare everything, please."
"Of course, Charlotte."
Victoria nodded approvingly at her ward's decision and after that Charlotte left the locker room. She headed down the long corridor and only after a minute caught herself thinking that there was still a smile on her face. This conversation with Victoria made her feel that maybe she deserves a little light in her life.
Entering the waiting room, the pink-haired woman stopped in front of the curtains. Charlotte took several deep breaths in order to banish unnecessary thoughts from her head. Yes, the future was important, but right now she had to focus on the upcoming match. She was sure that Callie would do everything in her power to get the victory. And so she was going to respond in kind. She was ready.
Entrance Music
Attire
Her dynamic music started and Charlotte came out from behind the curtains, sending several punches into the air to the beat of the music. Amid loud welcoming applause, she stopped and raised her fist above her head. Yes, it was pointless to deny it, the Frenchwoman madly liked to see these enthusiastic glances. And this further convinced her that she had made the right decision by agreeing to her manager's offer.
Walking down the ramp, she started waving to the audience, but then she had to stop several times to give an autograph and even make a selfie. After she won the Apex match, her rating rose noticeably. And although she never pursued the goal of becoming popular, popularity found her.
Climbing the metal steps, the Sand Lizard deftly jumped over the ropes and, without stopping, ran to the center of the ring. Pushing off from the mat, she soared into the air, at the same time turning around her axis in order, according to tradition, to demonstrate to the audience one of her kicks. And when she gracefully landed on her feet, she immediately took her fighting stance. At the same time, there was a confident smile on her face.
Accepting the last applause, Charlotte greeted the referee and headed to her corner. Leaning back, she put her hands on the top ropes. Now she just has to wait for her rival. She was sure Callie wasn't keeping her waiting. This woman had a truly explosive temper and therefore the Sand Lizard had no doubts about the fact that she would have to try hard to get the victory today.
