[Standard Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Ember Days - Lightning is always followed by thunder

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Charlotte has never been someone who has a preconceived opinion about this or that person. This is especially true of her rivals in the ring. She preferred to recognize a person during a fight. Back in the Chinese monastery, she was taught that only during the fight the true essence of a person manifests, which simply cannot be hidden.

And the Frenchwoman did not have any prejudices about her rival. She was counting on a good match. And, despite the fact that little time has passed since the bell rang, she has already managed to understand that she will really get everything she has from this red-haired woman. It was only the beginning of the match, but Charlotte knew the level of her own strength. And she was completely sure that not everyone could recover so quickly from the kick, which she gave Ember.

The German-American woman was really able to surprise the Sand Lizard when, after being kicked, she went on the attack, sending a chop to Charlotte's chest. This made the Frenchwoman fully realize what the pace of this match would be. And so she was determined to respond in kind. Trying not to pay attention to the pain, she sent, if not harder, then at least to the same extent, a hard chop to Ember's chest.

And it had no less effect than the chop of the red-haired woman a moment earlier. She took a step back, clinging to the ropes again. Charlotte got a chance to take a deep breath, and then she stepped up to her opponent, wanting to continue the attack. She clenched her fists and even swung her right hand in order to send the fist into Ember's face. But it was at this moment that her rival's eyes flashed and the German-American woman rushed forward. It was really starting to seem like something amazing.

Charlotte didn't have time to hit Ember, instead the red-haired woman threw her hands forward, again creating a lock between them. And the Sand Lizard felt that this time the onslaught of her rival was much more powerful, it seems that Ember decided to direct emotions to the strengthening of her body. Taking one step back, Charlotte took a deep breath and already gathered the strength to strain her legs and stop. But it was then that her opponent's knee crashed into her bare stomach.

"Gaahh..." the young woman breathed out painfully.

This caused her to lose her concentration and she took another step back. Noticing that her opponent intended to continue sending knee strikes to her stomach, Charlotte was forced to release Ember's elbow in order to lower her left arm and create a block between her stomach and her opponent's knee. Because of this, she lost the opportunity to resist and now the red-haired woman confidently shifted her. The ropes were rapidly approaching Charlotte's back.

It seemed that Charlotte's advantage was now completely lost. Only one question remained open. Why, instead of grabbing Ember's leg, she just tried to block her strikes? Good question. And the answer to this question was hidden in the alias of the young woman. The masters who trained her gave her this alias because she mastered several martial arts and could adapt to any opponent. Charlotte concentrated on enduring all the blows that Ember would give her. She wanted the red-haired woman to have no doubt that she was in control of the situation.

And only when he had no more than two steps left of the ropes, the Sand Lizard was going to remove her hand from her stomach and try to grab right leg of the German-American woman. Sometimes you need to give your opponent a false sense of control. And if Ember, in a rush of adrenaline, had missed this moment, allowing Charlotte to grab her leg, then the Frenchwoman would have had the opportunity to complete her move.

Holding Ember's leg, she would lean forward, pressing her chest against her opponent's. She was going to remove her hand from Ember's nape, but only to grab her head. Yes, indeed. Without delay, Charlotte was determined to straighten up to her full height, at the same time lifting her opponent above the mat. Why did she want to get close to the ropes before resisting? Because she was going to lean back and throw the red-haired woman over the ropes with a capture suplex!

[Monsy]

This was a freight train without breaks. Ember’s feet became the wheels that steamed forward, galloped even as that knee pistoned into their stomach, then stomped down, the next limb ready to rise and take another foot of ground. There were veins in her neck, and she puffed out a kilogram of steam through clenched teeth. Momentum picked up, snowballed, then exploded, and the battle of strength was all but decided. And that’s when one of Ember’s legs was hooked, and they’d come close, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, hand-to-head. That fire didn’t leave, and she still tried to power forward, shove her leg down and shove. But that’s when her world turned upside down. Both feet pointed at the lights and over, the crowd awed as Ember spanked her back against the outside. Her organs spiked the roof of her skin. It felt like something broke, popped, and her back muscles ripped themselves apart and continued to cannibalize the other in what was a menagerie of pain. She threw herself up to sit upright, her eyes and lips tensed, hot-air ballooned inside her cheeks, then popped out to groan. Elbows postured at her side, fists clenched so tight they turned white and shivered. Her breathing fastened to a rapid skip, and her head shook to stifle anything further until she rested her back against the floor again, this time arched, knees brought up, and her arms splayed outward, hands opened. The only semblance of focus was how she looked at the lights, one eye closed, grumbling yet unmoving.

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It wasn't like anything from any previous experience of the Frenchwoman for sure. From the moment she was kicked out of her family, she devoted her life to martial arts. After going on a trip around the world, she began to study. And, of course, all this was accompanied by real combats. She went through a lot of sparring and real fights, where the choice was very simple. Either she or her opponent.

But none of it could compare to what she had experienced here. Once in the LAW ring, Charlotte seemed to have entered another world. She knew that this was where the best women in the world fought. But it's one thing to know and quite another thing to experience it for yourself. The Sand Lizard's first match was incredibly tough. And now, fighting with Ember, the young woman understood that this was only the beginning of the path. This red-haired woman was no less skilled than she was. And she felt that Ember was ready to go ahead, no matter what.

And the Sand Lizard couldn't help but respond in kind. Feeling the fury with which Ember was sending her knee into Charlotte's stomach, she was accumulating her own fury. Many people see a fight only as a fight. But for Charlotte, any fight is primarily a challenge. When two real fighters come together during a fight, it becomes something more. Like Ember, she wanted to win. She wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of surpassing such a strong opponent.

Gathering her strength, Charlotte grabbed the attacking leg of the red-haired woman. And when she lifted Ember into the air, it really was an unusual moment. The Frenchwoman's heart was beating very fast, she heard loud enthusiastic cheers from the audience. They had never paid much attention to it before. But here, in this ring, the pink-haired woman felt their support and it caused her feelings that were usually alien to her. Accompanied by the screams of the audience, the Sand Lizard threw her opponent over the ropes outside the ring.

Falling on the mat, Charlotte did not see how Ember fell. But she heard it. The German-American woman collapsed on the concrete floor with a heavy sound. And then the Sand Lizard heard painful groans. Charlotte's face twisted, not only because of the sounds of her rival, but also because now she fully felt the consequences of the blows she received. Her stomach and left arm, which she used for protection, throbbed painfully after all the powerful knee strikes that her opponent had given her.

"Act!" the Sand Lizard mentally ordered herself.

Right. In a fight with a fighter like Ember, there is no time to rest. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte rolled over on her stomach, and then rose to one knee. At that very moment, her opponent, who was trying to cope with the consequences of the fall, collapsed on her back again, without showing any signs of movement. There was nothing to blame her for, falling to the concrete floor from such a height could not be a pleasant experience for anyone. Charlotte took a deep breath and then jumped to her feet, grabbing the top rope.

Charlotte considered herself a real fighter. And a real fighter had only one road and one goal. The steps on this road were matches. Matches with worthy opponents. And in order to keep going forward, the Sand Lizard was determined to defeat this red-haired woman. Wasting no time, she pulled the top rope down and then used her strong legs to push off the mat. If her suplex impressed the audience, then she didn't even know what effect would cause the move she was going to do now. And right now she was going to take off into the air in order to then put her left elbow to the side and direct it right at Ember's chest! It was a slingshot elbow drop!

[Monsy]

She was hollow. Almost an out-of-body experience. Numbed but it all; the many fronts of stabbing sensations combatted by adrenaline. The pounding inside her chest, irregular like a boxer practicing his combos. This wasn't her first time being laid out, far from it. It was like waking up at 3 am; she just didn't want to move. So she fought herself. First, her hands into fists. Then her forearms came up, making a right angle out of her arms. She groaned, then placed one arm down, scraping her fingernails on the concrete, finding a grip and pushing. Strain buckled inside her whole back, her arm and even neck. Dizziness joined the stew, and she felt almost chained down. Then Charlotte dropped. That spear of bone crashed into her centre-chest and set off a nuke. She spat involuntarily, her legs kicked up, and her shoulders flat. "GAHH!" Instead of splaying, those arms crossed over her breasts, forming an X as Ember turned on her stomach and started kicking the concrete. Her eyes and mouth shrivelled shut, and her forehead dipped and ground itself on the floor. "Guhhhhh…." She'd be forgiven for thinking a football-sized tumour just formed in her chest.

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Oh, it was an incredible feeling. Despite the fact that Charlotte owned a lot of fighting styles, it was only when she came to pro-wrestling that she felt a rush of new sensations. Punches and kicks. Submission holds and classic throws. All this is fine and effective. But only at moments like this can you really see the difference between pro-wrestling and any other combat sport.

Every time Charlotte took to the air for an attack, she found it incredible. Gusts of air ruffled her hair. And she felt the gaze of every viewer who was focused on her. No wonder they say that at such moments it takes your breath away. It really was true. The arena was filled with excited screams as the Sand Lizard soared into the air and moved her elbow to the side.

Then she fell. And her elbow landed right on the intended target. Ember's scream filled the arena and this scream was no less loud than the reaction of the audience to the effective and spectacular attack of the Frenchwoman. Charlotte's face twisted for a moment. Even though it was her attack, she was forced to land on the concrete floor and this landing was not soft. Although, of course, it was foolish to doubt that the red-haired woman received much more damage.

Charlotte took a sitting position and looked at the German-American woman. Ember was in agony. Rolling onto her stomach, she hugged her chest while her forehead was pressed against the concrete floor. The Sand Lizard still heard the painful groans from Ember's mouth. She didn't enjoy it. But they were fighters. And they knew what they were signing up for when they entered the ring together. Charlotte got to her feet.

"ONE! TWO!"

Right. It wasn't a hardcore match where they could be outside the ring without any problems. The striped shirt wasted no time in vain, starting to count. They both needed to get back in the ring. However, the Sand Lizard wasn't done yet. She was sure that even such an attack was not enough to bring the red-haired woman back to the ring and go for a pin attempt. So Charlotte took a step forward.

The young woman was going to bend down and then wrap her arms around Ember's waist. Pressing her voluminous breasts against her opponent's back, Charlotte took a deep breath. Right now, she was determined to straighten up to her full height, lifting her opponent off the floor. Turning her over, the Sand Lizard was going to put Ember on her shoulders. And if she had succeeded, then further actions would not have been long in coming. Charlotte intended to jump up and spread her legs apart. Yes. The Sand Lizard was intent on directing Ember's body down and falling into a sitting position, smashing the German-American woman into the concrete floor with a sitout powerbomb!

[Monsy]

Face-down in the pits, morale plummets and stinks like the sewer. She’d feel full, like moving an inch prodded the spike of an iron maiden. But even laying down was like slowly sinking into a bed of upright pins and needles. Her teeth could grind themselves into dust. But all of that wouldn’t break this rebel’s resolve. Perhaps Charlotte caught on. As those counts came in, loud, stinging. She’d stretch her arm out, press a palm-flat, then push. However, something else lifted her. Her left sagged and folded over shoulders like sandbags. Not much feeling presided in them. Gravity weighed on her shoulders down as they climbed; her head rolled back like her eyes, and her hands were last to leave. The poms of the crowd’s head are all she saw. Her shoulders rolled forward with their grip, arms curtained on her sides, eyes dulled, mouth slightly ajar, and her head had this wobble. Then her back and the rear of her skull cracked off the concrete. It felt like the tumour in her chest had just popped. The air in her lungs evaporated. No scream, no cry, just a cough. Her arms piled on her stomach, and legs stayed folded over Charlotte’s shoulders, her soles angled underneath the arena’s overhead lights. Those eyes turned to dilated black seas, something that would take a sailor months to voyage across, with little more than a hair’s worth of colour on the outskirts, needled over by rebel strands of hair that festered over. Oh, how she could drool at the corner and not even notice.

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In a way, it was like a bomb going off. It was not difficult to get used to the loud sound that accompanied almost every throw in the ring during the match. But it was much more difficult to get used to the unnatural sound when the body lands not on the mat, but on the concrete floor. It wasn't just loud. This sound involuntarily made one think about whether the human body could withstand such a powerful impact?

It was really spectacular. When the audience realized what Charlotte was going to do, the arena was filled with buzzing. However, there were also those who covered their mouths with their hands, realizing what awaits the red-haired woman. Imagination is a very unusual thing. Surely some have started to draw pictures in their heads, imagining the worst possible scenarios. The Frenchwoman was ready to swear that she heard something like "holy shit..." from somewhere in the front rows of fans who were closest to the ring. One short moment and the hall was filled with that unnatural sound.

Under the loud shouts of the crowd, Ember's body crashed into the concrete floor. The Sand Lizard shook her head, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, after which she looked at her rival. She saw the emptiness in the German-American woman's eyes. Ember lay absolutely motionless, even her legs remained lying on the shoulders of the Frenchwoman. Charlotte was still holding her rival's thighs, even through the shouts of the crowd, she could hear Ember coughing softly but painfully. Charlotte blinked, and then smoothly released the legs of the red-haired woman, putting them on the floor.

"THREE!! FOUR!!" the referee continued to do the job.

She got to her feet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Standing over her opponent, she had only one question. Was it enough? And there was only one way to find out the answer to this question. The Sand Lizard took a step forward, standing at Ember's side. She bent to her rival. She placed her left hand under the kneecaps of the German-American woman, and she placed her right hand just below the shoulder blades. Straightening up to her full height, Charlotte lifted Ember off the floor and headed for the ring.

The reaction to this was mixed. Yes, many managed to note Charlotte's very unusual views on some things even during her debut. But they still haven't figured out what kind of person she is. And the fact that the audience was accustomed to the complete disregard of any respect for the opponent, only increased their bewilderment. Charlotte could have grabbed Ember's wrist or ankle and dragged her to the ring like a sack of potatoes. And maybe she would have done so if in the place of this red-haired woman there was someone she hated. But right here and now she would never allow herself to show such disrespect to her rival.

So Charlotte was going to carry Ember in her arms to the ring and put her on the apron. Pushing Ember, she was going to make her roll inside the ring. And only after that, the Sand Lizard also rolled under the bottom rope. She was tough, she wasn't going to show pity during the match because she is a fighter. But she has the honor.

After making sure that Ember couldn't reach the ropes, the Sand Lizard immediately lay down on her. Pressing her chest against the German-American woman's, she grabbed her opponent's far leg with her right hand. She was going to pull this leg up in order to securely pin Ember to the mat. Yes, it was definitely a pin attempt. And the referee was already ready to do her job.

[Monsy]

She was a woman barely clinging to life. Thoughts drained out of her ears like fluid. How time passed resembled a constant static, like she failed to remember anything that happened next, but to sprawl with these empty eyes, boneless body and gelatin muscles. Her legs sandbagged against the floor, and her head flinched from its subtle sting. Something odd happened, then. The next feeling was tender, gentle yet firm, deliberate and caring. Her head rolled back, her limp legs folded over Charlotte’s hand. The boots bounced a few times before settling. And her mouth opened, and she blinked rapidly at the changing scenery. Nausea built like a tide, and her chest was being prodded with a thousand tiny needles. Her knuckles were last to leave the floor, with the middle knuckle still married when the rest of her left.

She deflated on the apron, and then a shoulder brushed the bottom rope as she’d roll inside the ring. An arm pinned across her chest, the other sprawled out shoulder-height. Her head turned till the cheek pressed flush against the canvas, and a few devilish strands curled inside the corner of her mouth. Any wind that may have refilled her lungs was squeezed when Charlotte came down on top. Breats ballooned, and she groaned, no, more like growled. Her right eye flinched shut and that sprawled out fist started to clench. It shivered with white knuckles, and the fire kindled further with a steady blow from her mouth. So when that leg was hooked, and her sole veered to the ceiling, the referee struck one, but when she raised her hand for two, Ember’s fist propped up, punched the air, and she roared, “RAAAGH!” This popped her shoulder off the mat, and the embers truly ignited in her leg, which exploded with a thrust like an over-pressured boiler, hoping to free itself of Charlotte’s grip.

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Everyone could perceive Charlotte's act differently. They still didn't know her well and therefore, most likely, they didn't understand the motivation for her actions. Although this did not bother the Frenchwoman much. She had principles and she wasn't going to break them, especially in a match with a rival like Ember. Therefore, she carefully returned the red-haired woman to the ring.

But the fact remained, it was still a match. And Charlotte was not going to miss the victory. Therefore, almost immediately she fell on her opponent and grabbed her leg. Yes, for a Frenchwoman, the words honor and respect were not an empty sound. But she was a fighter and therefore she had no regrets about her not the most delicate actions outside the ring. It was tough, very tough, but there was no dirty play in it.

The referee lay down next to the women and made sure that Ember's shoulder blades were securely pressed to the mat. The Sand Lizard's grip was firm and confident. Of course, she inflicted serious damage on her opponent, but for her it was not a reason to relax. She will be able to afford it only after the end of the match. But until that happened, she was determined to be focused. Therefore, she strained her arms and legs hard in order to keep the German-American woman in place. The first loud slap was heard.

“ONE!”

Charlotte tightened her arms even more, although it was an involuntary reaction. Even the most cold-blooded fighters get nervous at such moments. When victory is getting closer, you start to look forward to this moment. But Charlotte didn't want to miss it. So she wanted to make sure Ember stayed down for two more counts. The referee raised her hand for the second time. And this hand even started to descend, but at that moment a loud roar was heard.

It was Ember. She didn't wait for the referee's palm to slap the mat for the second time. Her body tensed, and then she lifted her shoulder off the mat, simultaneously jerking her leg forward. Even considering that Charlotte's grip was strong, she couldn't hold the red-haired woman. The pin was broken and the referee raised her hand above her head, showing only one finger.

Charlotte got up on one knee. The hall was filled with noise, the audience clearly cheered Ember's determination. And the Frenchwoman was not going to deny that she also had respect for her rival at this moment.

"So we're going to fight to the last drop of strength?" she asked a rhetorical question. "Then get up, Ember.”

With these words, Charlotte got to her feet, but did not attack the lying opponent Instead, she took a fighting stance, giving Ember time to do the same. Honor in the ring is a rare phenomenon, but Charlotte was here to test herself and her abilities. And since she was facing a worthy opponent, she wanted them to fight on equal terms.

[Monsy]

One was all she needed.
Her shotgun kick out left Ember postured on her side, a heap, with piled forearms resting on the upright cheek, reaching back to clutch the throbbing pain-crater inside her skull’s rear. She hissed, the motion, while powerful, jerked the old wounds and now they bit back. But there wasn’t any follow-up. Ember’s brow quirked, and looked up. Her sense of hearing steadily returned, and the crowd’s roar and rumble took her by surprise. She postured on her elbows, looking left and right, eyes wide, then to her opponent who waited. This was new… It made her laugh, slow and a little nervous.

“Yah. We are.” Those hands clutched together and Ember sucked in a breath, rolled back onto her shoulders, curled her knees up, and then… She popped off the canvas in an explosive kick-up, landing right on her feet. The pain of the nagging headache bit down ten-fold, but her system was pure adrenaline, with a lick of sweat forming between her fingers, hairline and shoulder blades. “WE DAMN ARE!” She took a fist and beat her opposite shoulder three-times, stomped a boot down, then cracked her neck both ways. At last, she exhaled deeply.

One foot was postured back, the other forward, and Ember reached forward to grab the air with two hands, then pull it back towards her chest. “Come on, come on-come-on-come-on. It’s your play now, Charlotte. It’s only fair I return the favour for letting me up.” Even so, she still couldn’t shake all the mud from her eyes. It was best to play it tame. For now.