Victory conditions: pinfall, submisson, knockout, disqulification
“Sounds interesting,” Victoria said, adjusting her glasses, “and what was it like?”
“Hard to explain,” replied Charlotte, continuing to send punches to the punching bag, “imagine you have to spend a whole year on a mountain with no connection to the outside world.”
Victoria could not be called an impressionable woman, however, she really liked listening to stories from Charlotte's life. Few could boast that they spent a whole year in a Chinese monastery high in the mountains. The Frenchwoman hit the punching bag one last time, then lowered her palms. She took a deep breath and then turned to her manager.
"We'll continue the conversation later," she said, "I have to go."
“Good luck,” Victoria wished.
"Luck?" Charlotte stopped and her brow furrowed slightly. "Luck has nothing to do with it, luck is just an attempt to excuse something, never wish me luck again, because I never making excuses."
And before the manager could answer, the pink-haired woman left the locker room and headed down the long corridor. She perfectly understood that Victoria didn't want to say anything wrong. But she had her own principles. If you rely on such a thing as luck, how can you be sure that you are in control of your life? Charlotte never disclaimed responsibility. Every victory and every defeat depends only on her, and not on luck. The young woman stopped in front of the curtains. Today she had to check whether her body and spirit are strong enough to win. The first test. Charlotte took a deep breath. She was ready.
Entrance Music
Attire
She started down the ramp. The Frenchwoman was not one of those who liked to show off in public, besides, she was definitely not used to the fact that so many people were looking at her at the same time. Still, she kept herself in control, composure has always been her hallmark. Besides, there was nothing wrong with that. Viewers more than liked Charlotte's unusual appearance, combining athletic training and natural beauty. Her sports outfit was a nice addition to her appearance. The sports bra and not too long tight shorts, which were complemented by hand wraps and shin guards.
Charlotte sped up to jump to the edge of the ring and grab the top rope. She jumped over the ropes, but did not slow down. She accelerated even more, then pushed off the mat, swinging her right leg. The Frenchwoman gracefully landed in the center of the ring. A simple but very spectacular jumping spinning heel kick made an impression on the audience, the noise in the hall increased significantly.
Her music was coming to an end, Charlotte straightened up to her full height and looked around the arena. She has not yet had to take part in such official matches. Could you say she was worried? Charlotte wiggled her toes. No, she felt better here than anywhere else. Charlotte, who tried to follow the path of a real fighter, could say that the ring is her second home. The young woman smiled and raised her right fist above her head, accepting the final applause and cheers from the audience.
The Frenchwoman greeted the referee and went to her corner. She leaned back and took a deep breath. Her rival should come soon. Charlotte had been waiting for this day for a long time. For many years she wandered around the world, accumulating knowledge and experience. But it was here that she had a chance to show what she was worth. For a real fighter, there is only one way - the way forward. And today, the Sand Lizard was ready to take the first step on this way.