[Tables Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs A I R A - Fire in our hearts and honor in our souls (Apex Qualifier Match)

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It wasn't the most spectacular kick in Charlotte's arsenal, but it was certainly one of the most effective. Viewers who watch the fight from the sidelines are not able to fully realize how fast everything is really happening. When an attack approaches a fighter, they have only a fraction of a second to react in time. The shortest possible moment, which a simple viewer is hardly able to understand.

The Sand Lizard was moving fast. She saw her opponent try to dodge the kick. But Aira missed the short moment given to her. She couldn't be blamed for failing to recognize the kick. And yet... the Frenchwoman's foot crashed into her opponent's head like a steam locomotive.

The sound of the collision echoed through the arena. Aira collapsed to the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes, and Charlotte gracefully landed on her left foot, completing the kick. For a split second, the arena seemed to be plunged into silence, and then the audience let out an enthusiastic shout. Of course, Charlotte wasn't the only martial artist who used kicks, but still such things could not be seen every day.

The corners of Charlotte's lips lifted slightly due to the reaction of the audience. As strange as it may sound, she felt little support in her life, especially after she was kicked out of her family. And now, when she saw and heard those who were rooting for her, something inside her was filled with warmth. A soul? Perhaps. She's still not used to it.

"It's... a strange feeling..." she thought, at the same time realizing that she likes to feel their support.

But now was not the time to be distracted. Glancing at Aira, the Sand Lizard narrowed her eyes slightly. If this was a normal match, she would surely have set herself up for the heaviest possible move, taking advantage of Aira's stunned state before returning the Indonesian woman to the ring for a pin attempt. But today she didn't need a pin to win. Today she needed to break the table by taking Aira through it. So...

Without wasting any time, Charlotte went to the ring and lifted the fabric skirt. The Frenchwoman pulled out a folded table, and then she thought for a second. Should she have hedged her bets? Yes, it was necessary to take into account the option that Aira would somehow prevent her from using the table and then everything would have to start from the beginning, which would mean another waste of time.

So the Frenchwoman pulled out another folded table, and then one more. In order not to keep all the eggs in one basket, she immediately threw one table into the ring. And then, not wanting to get the so-called stab in the back, Charlotte was going to look at her rival. And only after making sure that Aira was still not in the best condition, she would try to unfold one of two tables, which might be the key to victory.

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In this situation, Aira is clearly at heavy disadvantage. Her opponent nailed her straight on her head and made her collapse on the floor. She held onto her cheek as it stung her pretty hard and caused her vision fully disoriented. Looking up a bit, she could see the barricade and the likes spinning around her vision slightly. The cheers echoed in her ears. Directed towards Charlotte. Aira can tell that with her situation like this, Charlotte would've gone to pull a table underneath the ring.

Aira slowly pushes onto the floor. Just getting back up seemed like a struggle for her as her body rises slowly. Her vision still spinning a bit but not as bad as when she just got kicked. She glanced a bit to see Charlotte tossing a table towards the ring. Of course, the goal in this match was to break a table with your opponent's body. Anything goes...

Aira couldn't recover fully when Charlotte unfolds the table. Setting her foot on the floor, now she's on one knee and is still recovering. Coughing and hacking as she looked up at Charlotte. She had to think up something fast to get the match back into her favor... Perhaps... If she went that way. She could pull it off, but she's doubting on how it'll be perceived. Quite a conflict to her mind as she awaits Charlotte to make a move on her...

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Charlotte remembered that time in this match is a very important resource. She has always adhered to the principle that a fighter should not waste time. During the fight, any delay can lead to fatal consequences. Sometimes the body and mind literally demand some rest and it is very difficult to resist this. And yet a fighter must be able to overcome such invisible obstacles, because sometimes if you get ahead of your opponent by at least one second, it can bring victory.

The peculiarity of this match was that the fighters had to waste time anyway. Instead of trying to unfold the table, the Frenchwoman could continue her offensive in order to deprive Aira of even more strength. The condition of winning this match created a lot of problems. However, at the same time, it allowed Charlotte and her rival to test their abilities.

As soon as the Sand Lizard finished setting up the table, she turned around again to look at the blue-haired woman. Despite the fact that Aira still looked weakened, which was especially noticeable in her eyes, she had already begun to move and even got up on one knee. The right corner of Charlotte's lips lifted slightly. She tried not to show it, but the strength of Aira's spirit caused her some admiration. However, will the strength of the Indonesian woman's spirit be enough to reach the very end?

"Mon respect..." she said in a barely audible voice.

And immediately after that, Charlotte rushed forward, trying to take the maximum possible speed in order not to give Aira the opportunity to quickly orient herself and get to her feet. However, even if the blue-haired woman started to rise, it wouldn't stop the Sand Lizard. She was determined to push off from the concrete floor in order to get even more momentum and jump to Aira. Turning her body to the left, Charlotte intended to make an arc with her right knee in order to completely stun Aira again with the help of a shining wizard!

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Aira knelt on one knee as she watches over Charlotte. She had a plan, yet it conflicts around her mind as to thinking on how she'd be perceived for utilizing the plan. It would be quite a dirty way to fight... But thinking about the match having no rules forbidding the usage... She knew she had to do it to make the fight back to her favor.

Of course, Charlotte ran towards her with all the momentum. There's no time to think for her, it's all or nothing. The time felt like it moved slower as Charlotte leapt forward with her knee arced around for momentum. Aira looked intently onto Charlotte's thighs before she ducked her head down in a split second of supposed impact.

The first step is done... The second step comes next. Aira's head rose up, her hand grabbed onto the French's thighs and forced her to stand facing away from her. Her left arm reeled back as she did so. She then closed her eyes solemnly. "Ma'af..." She let out silently as her arm swings forward. Moving between Charlotte's thighs with quite the speed. The crowd promptly gasped at the sight of such movement... With how her arm moved, Aira would certainly land that one move that was frowned upon in professional combat sports. Which was a low blow... She intended to fully smash her arm onto Charlotte's crotch!

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Charlotte had a special attitude to hardcore matches. She was sure that this was probably the best way to test the strength of a fighter in the most severe conditions. During the short time she spent here, the Frenchwoman managed to make sure that many fighters do not see the difference between severity and cruelty. For many, hardcore matches were nothing more than a way to satisfy their desires to inflict pain in the most cruel ways, for others it was nothing more than an advantage that increased in direct proportion to their willingness to go to baseness for the sake of victory.

But Charlotte clearly saw this line. Yes, she was really ready for many tough things, to which hardcore opened the way. But she was disciplined and no matter how strong the temptation was, the pink-haired woman was sure that she would never do something that would tarnish her honor. That's why she chose a tables match today and that's why she challenged someone who would be willing to share her views. According to Charlotte, both the audience and the entire federation have forgotten that a fighter is not just a killing machine. Almost no one else remembered that even in a hardcore match there is a place for honor.

The Sand Lizard wanted to remind everyone without exception that there are still worthy fighters here. No, not just fighters. Decent people. Decent people who can do in the ring without mutual insults and hatred for each other. A clean and uncompromising fight in the most difficult, hardcore conditions. Aira accepted these conditions when Charlotte made an open challenge. The blue-haired woman gave the Sand Lizard hope that she was not the last person for whom honor is not an empty word. Charlotte was glad to get together with Aira in a combat. Even a blind man would have seen it at the moment when she again began to approach the Indonesian woman in order to pierce her with her knee.

Considering that a few moments ago the blue-haired woman was almost unable to move, Charlotte counted on the fact that even if her attack was not perfect, it would be very effective in order to regain a good pace. But as soon as the pink-haired woman swung her leg in order to hit her rival, Aira tilted her head down, deftly dodging Charlotte's attack, which greatly surprised her. It was at this moment that all of the Sand Lizard's hopes were shattered. Because of a failed attack? No, not at all. Because of what happened a moment later.

Realizing that she needed to act, the martial arts master threw her right arm back as soon as her feet touched the concrete floor. Aira pressed tightly against her thighs and Charlotte thought that her opponent wanted to go for a takedown or something similar. She had to stop Aira from doing that. But it turned out that the blue-haired woman had other thoughts in her head. The moment the Sand Lizard threw her fist forward, Aira threw her fist up. And then Charlotte felt a pain she had never felt before.

Aira's fist slammed into Charlotte's crotch and in the same second she caught her breath. No matter how hard she tried, the pink-haired woman couldn't take a breath. Her fists unclenched and most of her muscles turned into cotton wool. The hotbed of pain spread it all over the body. Charlotte was a fighter, in a way she was used to pain. But she had never experienced this, she wanted to scream, but something seemed to get stuck in her throat. Tears flowed from her eyes. Her knees came together while she covered her crotch with her palms. The Sand Lizard's legs trembled and she knelt down. The involuntary reaction of her body made her lean forward and rest her forehead on the concrete floor. She didn't even try to stop herself now, because there was no room in her mind for anything but pain.

"Aira... you..." her voice was barely audible due to weakness and tears, but even in that quiet voice there was a refusal to believe what had just happened.

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It was quite an unsightly view in the honor of combat sports. Aira froze immediately as her arm smashes against Charlotte's crotch. There was visible shock in not just Charlotte, the crowd couldn't believe it, the judges couldn't believe it, even Aira herself was in shock her own action.

Her arm felt heavy as she slowly reeled her arm back. Watching Charlotte kneeling down and holding her crotch in pain. Pushing herself to stand up as she looked around, the crowd then started to let out boos. Directed towards Aira as she dishonored her opponent. The shock in her face turned into horror. "No way..." She was used to the crowd cheering for her, but to have the crowd turned against her.

"I... I only do what I had to do..." Aira continued, her gaze turning around between the crowd and Charlotte. No, she have to focus on the match. With this condition, she could press on... But could she? She looked towards the table that Charlotte set before. There was hesitation in her next move. But she had to press on, Aira approached Charlotte and stood above her.

Aira then placed her hand onto the waistline of Charlotte's tights. Hooking some fingers inside as she then tugs her up while hooking an arm underneath Charlotte's. When she brought her to a kneel she let go of her tights and proceed to hook the other arm from behind. Rising her arms up onto Charlotte's armpit and coils around her shoulders before locking her hands behind her neck! Trapping her in a full nelson hold.

"I... I really didn't mean to... I just had to do it..." She whispered to her opponent. "I just have to win..." She continued, she really wanted to win... But to pull this thing, the first time she ever done it. There's some remorse in her tone but all of that fades as she then lifts Charlotte off her feet! She leans back and proceed to form a bridge as she drove Charlotte down back of the head first onto the floor with a Dragon Suplex!!

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They say that any means are good in war. But Charlotte was ready to refute these words at any time of the day or night. She was not naive, she knew perfectly well that most of the fighters in this federation are ready to go to any baseness for the sake of victory. And during the match, you need to be ready to face such things. So why did the Sand Lizard, who considered herself a cold-blooded and reasonable woman, turn out to be completely defenseless in front of such a sneaky move?

The answer could be found by going back a bit. When she entered the ring a week ago in order to find an opponent for her first qualifying match, she wanted to find someone who really would share her views. Yes, it was she who chose a tables match. The Frenchwoman was fully aware that there would be no rules in this match.

Hardly anyone in this hall, including Charlotte, would blame Aira if she had a chair at hand with which she would hit the martial arts master. Hardly anyone would start booing her if she had thrown the Frenchwoman right into a metal barricade. Charlotte was ready to do the same with the blue-haired woman. Why? Hardcore opens up the most brutal possibilities for a fighter. But this does not mean that a fighter should descend to the level of a real bastard who is ready to sacrifice honor and dignity for the sake of victory.

Charlotte struggled to gather her strength after her opponent's low blow. But it was simply impossible to cope with such pain. She heard the audience hurling a disapproving reaction at Aira. Someone would probably say that Aira had the right to do so, because it was a hardcore match. But those viewers who were booing the Indonesian woman now witnessed an agreement between Charlotte and Aira a week ago. A week ago, they agreed that they would put each other through Hell, but they would do it with honor, like real fighters.

What did Charlotte feel besides the pain? Right now, her heart was filled with disappointment. Now she seemed like a small naive girl who trusted the wrong person. And now, for the fact that she believed that Aira was a real fighter, for whom honor was not an empty word, she was facing a cruel reckoning. Was it fair? Only time will tell…

The Sand Lizard felt her opponent's hands slip under her arms. She wanted to stop Aira, but the Frenchwoman's body seemed to refuse to obey her. This allowed the blue-haired woman to close the full Nelson hold, and then lift Charlotte to her feet, although it probably cost her a lot of effort because now the body of the martial arts master was just a dead weight.

Despite the pain, Charlotte started shaking her head from side to side when she heard her rival's words. She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear a single word. Why? Because every word of these excuses caused her even more pain in the heart. It was hard to describe. Yes, she hardly knew Aira. Nevertheless, the Frenchwoman sincerely wanted to believe that the blue-haired woman is a worthy fighter. But now there was only the taste of decay in the mouth of the Sand Lizard because of what her rival had done. As Aira leaned back, gusts of air whistled in Charlotte's ears, and then…

"Aagghhhaaa!!!" she screamed.

Her skull seemed to split in two. And when Aira relaxed her arms, Charlotte's body was completely on the concrete floor. She twitched convulsively several times, which was a reaction to the pain that now filled her, and then she seemed to go limp. Charlotte's eyes were closed. Yes, she was still conscious, but her only signs of life were breathing and quiet painful groans. Because of the color of her hair, it might have been difficult to notice right away, but an attentive person would certainly have noticed that some parts of her hair had acquired a different color. Not pink, but red. A wound opened on the back of her head, from which blood flowed, first through her pink hair, and then onto the concrete floor. Yes, it really was a cruel reckoning for trust.

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Aira let go of her hold after driving Charlotte's head to the floor. Kneeling up afterwards... Aira looked all around her as the crowd rained boos upon the Indonesian. They didn't get the extend that she had to pull to win, after her match against Cecilia where she could've had it... But underhanded tactics had to go in her way to victory. Which... They really don't see why she should pull such tactics against Charlotte. Especially after the promise of a honorable fight.

"No! Don't you people get it!?" Aira lashes out to the front row crowd. "I--- I'm just... This is a no disqualification match right!?" She tried to reason out in desperation. Clutching her hair as she gazes to the crowd that didn't buy into her reasoning at all. "Why are you booing me!?" Her eyes widen in horror and desperation. Her gaze slowly looked down towards Charlotte who laid there weakly... Seeing that blood pooling slowly on the floor on the back of her head.

"Charlotte..." She whispered out, not wanting her opponent to lay down there looking weak... She approached her and grabs her arm. Struggling to pull her up, Aira gazed all over in panic while pulling her back up to her feet. "Don't you sleep on me now... Please..." She begged as she then whips Charlotte and toss her to slid underneath the ropes into the ring.

Aira then walked towards the table that was laid behind her. Pulling it back to set it up perfectly against the ropes. She wanted to end it, she couldn't stand the crowd booing her like this... Not when she didn't break any real honor with this match rules. It was set for brutality, and she showed no restrain and no mercy. Why should she get booed? After setting the table, she reaches under the ring apron and pulled up a steel chair. Gripping it tightly, she then circled the ringside before slidding herself into the opposite corner from Charlotte and stood immediately.

It was a mix of emotion brewing inside the Indonesian girl's mind... She felt remorse for pulling no mercy, yet... She refuses to be booed by the crowd like this! Not when she's technically right in pulling no mercy for this match. "HRRAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Aira roared out loud as she bangs the steel chair against the canvas. "GET UP!" Aira shouted out, drowning the crowd boos with her own shoutings. "COME ON CHARLOTTE! GET UP! PLEASE!" She continues her shouting, begging for Charlotte to pull herself up to her feet. "HURRY UP DAMN IT!" Once again, she was desperate... This was an unnatural feeling for her, she was used with the crowd cheering for her... But not with the crowd going against her...

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"Ghh... gh..." Charlotte had absolutely no control over these painful groans.

Barely keeping herself conscious, she felt only pain. In most situations, a fighter can at least somewhat smooth out the consequences of even an inevitable damage. Perhaps another time the Frenchwoman would have tilted her head forward in order to reduce the impact on her nape. But in this case, the Sand Lizard simply did not have such an opportunity, which led to a wound on the back of her head and wild pain all over her body.

Charlotte tried to force herself to move. She concentrated on raising at least one hand. But her muscles refused to obey her. There was an annoying noise in the pink-haired woman's head, which drowned out all other sounds around. She barely heard the audience. She could hear Aira's voice, but she couldn't understand a single word.

"You're probably laughing at me now..." thought Charlotte, remembering Nerissa.

This Native American woman has always scoffed at Charlotte's principles. From her point of view, the rules that Charlotte tried to follow were nothing more than artificial creation of obstacles. Their incompatible views on life very often led to heated arguments between them. And now, after Charlotte's principles had played against her, the Sand Lizard was sure that Nerissa had grinned somewhere when she saw it.

Charlotte lost track of time. She didn't know if it was a few seconds or minutes before her opponent approached her again. This time, she was able to hear the blue-haired woman's words. But she didn't understand what Aira wanted from her with that. Perhaps the Sand Lizard's mind was still too clouded. But it didn't really matter.

The important thing was that the Indonesian woman grabbed the Sand Lizard and forcibly lifted her to her feet. Charlotte wasn't in a position to do anything about it and Aira knew it. This allowed the blue-haired woman to throw the Frenchwoman back into the ring like a rag doll. The body of the Sand Lizard rolled over the mat several times, as a result of which she ended up in a lying position on her back. Charlotte realized this only when she slightly opened her eyes and saw the bright light of the spotlights on the ceiling.

"Is this really the only way to win?.." she asked herself a rhetorical question quietly.

Gradually, her mind began to return to normal. Despite the pain and dizziness, she could think more clearly now. Only now Charlotte felt something wet on the back of her neck in all its glory. She raised her shaking right hand and put her fingers to the back of her head. A new wave of pain passed through her body at that moment, which made the Frenchwoman wince. Removing her hand from the back of her head, she looked at her fingers. Even though her vision was still blurry, she saw that her fingers were as red as the bandages on her wrists.

At that moment, a deafening sound came from the other end of the ring. Charlotte had enough experience to understand exactly what that sound was. Aira had already returned to the ring and had a chair in her hands. The blue-haired woman demanded that the Sand Lizard get to her feet. And judging by Aira's voice, she will not tolerate rejection. Interesting... what would she do if Charlotte couldn't obey that order? Would she go up to the Frenchwoman and beat her to death with this chair? There are no rules in this match, right?

"Ghhh..." groaned Charlotte, rolling over on her stomach.

Every movement for her now was like torture, because her head was still in a terrible state. Even her crotch was still in a painful flame. But, nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and began to rise. Opening her eyes wider, she saw the silhouette of her opponent at the other end of the ring. Charlotte couldn't focus her vision, but she still got up first on all fours and then on one knee. No, not because Aira ordered her to. But because she was a fighter. And therefore, as long as she has at least one drop of strength, she will try to keep fighting. Therefore, the Sand Lizard intended, despite all the pain, to gather strength and force herself to stand up to her full height.

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The crowd kept on raining boos and jeers towards Aira who stood on the opposite corner from Charlotte. Holding the chair firmly in her hands. Her arms couldn't stop shaking, her hold was firm but there was definite hesitation coming from her. "Come on..." Aira let out, she wanted to win it no matter what, but... Did she really took the 'no mercy' code too far that it turns into 'no honor'? She was going to approach Charlotte but was stunned to see her slowly rising.

Breathing in and out slowly, Aira was touched at how Charlotte struggled to get up. It was a struggle but she could feel there's a determination to keep going as a fighter. Fighting through the pain to find that strength to fight back. It hits her hard that she couldn't help but to respect that drive as a fighter. And when Charlotte finally stood up back to her feet. Aira sighed out...

"No Mercy..." It was the first word she uttered when Charlotte stood up. The Indonesian then shook her head and tossed the chair away to the side. To the shock of the crowd. "No point in No Mercy if there's No Honor in it!" She screamed out. Her facial expression was still in a mix of guilt and remorse. Aira made a sprint towards Charlotte afterwards!!!

"HRRAAAAAAHHH!!!!" Aira roared out, her arm stretched outwards. There was one thing in her mind and that is to bring down Charlotte once again, this time with her own strength instead of utilizing cruel underhanded tricks. As she gets close to Charlotte. She swings her arm in, aimed at Charlotte's chest intending to flatten her with a running lariat!!!