[Standard Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Angela Belti - Up to the top (Apex Qualifier Match)

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It was a perfect example of why weight categories exist for a reason. There was nothing surprising in the fact that this match resembled the match of Charlotte and Amy. Just two attacks by Angela were enough to inflict about the same amount of damage to Charlotte as the Frenchwoman inflicted on her opponent with a series of attacks. Angela's pure physical strength was truly impressive.

The Sand Lizard would have gladly jumped to her feet in order to start a new round, but she was still feeling dizzy, not to mention pain all over her body after landing hard on the edge of the ring. She knew from the very beginning that although she had become more enduring thanks to her recent training, this match would obviously not be easier than her match with the Lion. And she was right.

That is why the pink-haired woman was in no hurry to get to her feet. Rationally assessing her current state, she understood that she had to try to regain her breath, and then catch the moment for a counterattack. However, this was her plan. Angela's plan was different.

Driven by experience, the Italian woman chose a very effective tactic. Returning to the ring, she immediately hooked Charlotte's leg, and then turned over and pressed her back against the lush chest of the Sand Lizard. Even though she was dizzy, Charlotte understood what her rival wanted to achieve.

"ONE!" There was a loud clap of the referee's palm on the mat.

Yes, it was a pin attempt. And if anyone thought that Angela was going to win this way, then this person was nothing more than a naive child. No, the purple-haired woman did it because the pin is not only a way to win, but also a way to take away from the opponent a certain amount of strength. And given her superior in sizes, she was in a very advantageous position.

"TWO!!"

Charlotte caught herself thinking that if Astrid had been in her place, the blonde would probably have kicked out after the first count. It was a matter of principle for her. But for the Sand Lizard, who was used to keeping cool in any situation, it was important to take advantage of every second. Therefore, she spent the time available to her on rest.

And only when the referee raised her hand above her head for the third time, the Frenchwoman held her breath, and then jerked sharply to the side, simultaneously straightening the captured leg. She felt in all its glory how strong Angela's grip was. It wasn't like a pin at the end of a match, when both fighters are tired and when in order to break the pin you just have to find the strength to just lift your shoulder above the mat. And, lying on her left side, Charlotte understood that if she allowed her opponent to catch her in this way a few more times, then all her strength would run out and she would lose the same way as it was in her previous match against a heavyweight.

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‘Naive child’ wasn’t the way that Dizzy would’ve liked anyone to refer to her, but as far as wrestling went, it was still an apt term to throw her way. As much as her mother had strived to engrain some wrestling sense in her since she started training, you couldn't pour water into a bowl that was full. Her mind often wandered during the lessons, and she didn’t absorb information like Angela would’ve liked. People liked to think that wrestlers’ children were all legacies and prodigies, but you couldn't ask for a better counter against that stereotype than her.

So, yeah, she had thought Charlotte might’ve been done after taking a hit like that, getting slammed so hard against the ring and thrown back in like a ragdoll. She sure would’ve if she’d been in that position. Unfortunately for her mother, Charlotte was made of far sterner stuff.

”What?” Dizzy popped up as Charlotte kicked out of the pin, managing to save herself for the time being. ”Oh, that’s BS! Count faster, ref!”

Angela couldn't help but have a soft laugh at her daughter’s ‘enthusiasm’, even if it was misplaced. There was nothing wrong with the referee’s count, it had been on point. She was just dealing with an exceptionally tough opponent in Charlotte, and it would take more than a couple of lucky hits to put her down. Good for her, then, that she had a wealth of punishment left to dish out on her foe.

Not wanting to give Charlotte too much time to recuperate, she moved in after the pin escape and grabbed Charlotte by the wrist, gripping it tight as she stood up, forcing her opponent to rise with her. The moment they were standing, Angela went right back on the attack - twisting about, dragging her foe along, and sending her running hard to the farther corner with the strongest Irish Whip she could muster, making sure to put her full bodyweight behind the throw.

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Not knowing anything about the relationship between Angela and her daughter, Charlotte, however, was somewhat surprised. Having no children of her own, the Frenchwoman was still sure that her rival was certainly pleased to hear support from her, perhaps, the closest person. Even in her wildest fantasy, the Sand Lizard couldn't imagine that anyone from her family would ever come to watch her match. For them, she simply did not exist.

But Charlotte was no less surprised by the way in which Dizzy expressed support for her mother. It was outrage because of the referee, who in her opinion was counting too slow. Someone in Charlotte's place would have taken it as a personal insult. Although the Frenchwoman herself suggested that her rival's daughter simply does not have enough experience to rationally assess the strength of other fighters. A common, but very dangerous mistake.

However, the Sand Lizard didn't have time to think about it. Angela, who was clearly not going to make the same mistake as her daughter, almost immediately grabbed the pink-haired woman by the wrist, and then pulled her up, forcing Charlotte to get to her feet.

When the Italian woman took a step aside, Charlotte realized what her rival was up to. And although the martial arts master had almost gotten rid of the dizziness, her breathing was still not even, and her body was still filled with pain. Even if she had tried to counterattack at that moment, she was sure that it would have turned out to be a complete failure.

Sparing no effort, Angela pushed Charlotte hard in the back, sending her to the nearest corner. Realizing that even if she put her foot firmly forward in order to stop, she would just get hit in the back, the Sand Lizard only tried to turn around at the last moment.

"Gha..." a strangled groan escaped her lips.

She turned around only to take damage with her back, not her chest. But like last time, that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Charlotte almost bounced off the turnbuckles because of her rival's wild strength. And the only reason she stayed in the corner was because she instinctively grabbed the top ropes on her sides. The Frenchwoman's legs trembled slightly due to the incessant pain and she was forced to press her back against the corner in order not to sank down.

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The crowd was cheering, the blood was pumping, and Angela could feel that familiar fire rushing through her body. While she could still feel the damage that Charlotte had been building up since this match started, those sensations were beginning to get buried by the adrenaline, a distant concern that her body would worry about later. For now, it was reaching that sweet point where every muscle and fiber was dedicated to the match. All in or nothing at all.

After she sent Charlotte running, Angela stumbled forward a little, losing balance for half a second before she righted herself and looked towards her daughter, watching keenly from the sidelines. Actually watching. That might not seem much to the crowd, but they didn’t know how hard it was to get her daughter’s attention focused on anything. Now was not the time to hold back.

Sure enough, Charlotte spun around to smack against the turnbuckle, giving Angela a swath of options for how to proceed. She could’ve just moved in and worked the smaller woman over with stiff strikes at close range, where she wouldn’t be able to evade them, using her superior size, but after all the damage she’d incurred, playing it safe might not have been the best idea. Go big or go home, as the Americans said.

Angela backed off towards the opposite end of the ring, until she was up against the pads. She’d only touched them for half a second before she was off running at a full clip, storming across the ring with powerful strides, her purple hair flowing behind as she went into a mad charge.

She waited until the last second, then leaped into the air with her arms wide open, looking to bring all of her weight onto Charlotte with a body avalanche, attempting to hammer her into the corner and knock the fight clean out of her.

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Time was not on the Sand Lizard's side. Yes, of course, both fighters lose their strength during the match. But Charlotte was sure that she was losing strength faster than her rival. That was why she was desperately trying to find at least a small window for a counterattack. She needed it as much as she needed air.

But literally every move Angela made left her no chance. The Italian woman acted with maximum confidence, continuing to put pressure on Charlotte. Perhaps it might have seemed to someone that the martial arts master had a chance to catch her breath after her back crashed into the corner, but this was not the case.

"Pha... pha..." the Frenchwoman was breathing heavily.

Charlotte considered herself a very versatile fighter, since she had a lot of martial arts in her arsenal. And yet defense has never been her best side. In a sense, she is used to playing number one, counting on the effectiveness of her attacks. Therefore, it was always difficult for her to regain the pace after she was forced to go on the defensive.

After the third deep breath, her head cleared a little. The fog in front of her eyes began to dissipate, which was a sure sign that her senses were beginning to return to normal. And it was at that moment that she heard the sounds of loud footsteps. Looking up, the Sand Lizard was horrified to discover that Angela was only a few steps away from her.

The only thing Charlotte could do at that moment was to try to strain her whole body. She had enough experience to realize that she wouldn't be able to avoid her opponent's attack. Therefore, the only thing left for her to do was at least slightly mitigate the consequences of what lay ahead.

"GUAHHHH!!!" She screamed as Angela's body rammed her.

Charlotte was literally crushed between the corner and the body of the Italian woman. It was as if all the air, with which she was able to saturate her blood in the intervals between Angela's attacks, had been squeezed out of her. Not having enough resources, Charlotte's body went limp. And if Angela hadn't been pinning her to the corner, she probably would have slid down, landing on her ass.

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Dizzy looked on from the sidelines, watching as her mother tried to regain control of the match, finding her footing in short order. It was always a strange thing to see. While the two of them had trained together and she thought she’d gotten a good idea of what the older woman was capable of, moments like this highlighted just how wide the gulf was, and proved that her mother could annihilate her in the ring if she chose to. Charlotte was an athletic woman, skilled in ways that Dizzy couldn't dream of, and even she was finding herself overwhelmed by the onslaught.

It was kind of crazy and Dizzy found herself liking it more and more, even if it was mostly stuff she could never dream of doing. If she’d been in this match, she was fairly certain Charlotte would’ve beaten her in two minutes. Tops. Including the ring entrances.

Angela, on the other hand, was in the process of turning things back around in decisive fashion, as she charged across the ring with arms wide open. It was always a big risk, putting herself out there to be countered in numerous ways. Lucky for her, she gambled right this time - her opponent was too out of it to seize the opportunity, and she came crashing into the smaller woman without a hitch, leaving her haggard in the corner.

It was probably too early to think about bringing this match to a close - while she’d been successful in the last minute or so, she hadn't done anything devastating enough to go for the three count off of. She needed something to cap off the damage with, something to put an exclamation point on the whole affair, and since they were in the corner…

Angela dipped down, wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s waist, and hoisted her up onto the top rope, sitting her down on the pads. Once she was set, she took a step back and swung her arm up with a chop across her opponent’s chest, looking to knock the wind out of her before she proceeded.

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Charlotte felt terribly weak all over her body, which was not surprising, because a moment ago a train named Angela crashed into her. Yes, most of her body was made up of muscles, but that didn't help her in any way.

After such a long series of attacks by her opponent, the Sand Lizard could not even stand on her feet. As a result, as expected, as soon as the Italian woman took a step back, Charlotte slid down. However, Angela did not let the pink-haired woman land on her ass. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Charlotte's waist.

But hardly anyone could say that she did it out of good intentions. Even Charlotte, despite the confusion in her head, understood perfectly well that Angela had done this only to prepare something. And she turned out to be right, because literally after one moment, the purple-haired woman first lifted her over the mat, and then put her on the top turnbuckle.

"Fight... fight... damn you..." she said to herself mentally.

When you are placed on the top turnbuckle, you don't need to be a genius to guess that something heavy is being prepared for you. Charlotte knew that if she didn't do anything, she might not be able to get back into the game at all.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to lift her head to look at her rival. Her vision was unfocused and because of this, Angela seemed to her an indistinct purple spot. But she was still able to notice that the Italian woman waved her hand.

In an attempt to protect herself, Charlotte covered her head with her right hand, as she thought her opponent wanted to completely stun her. At such moments, you have almost no time to make a rational decision. Charlotte's situation was aggravated by the fact that her condition was very deplorable after all the attacks of the Italian woman. This led to the fact that she chose the wrong way to protect herself.

The Frenchwoman's eyes widened at the moment when Angela's palm crashed into her chest. Charlotte's breasts literally jumped at that moment. There was a bright red line on her pale skin, while there was a terrible burning pain inside her lungs. The upper part of Charlotte's body leaned back and only instincts helped the Sand Lizard grab the top rope with her left hand in order not to fall outside the ring. She covered her chest with her right hand as she almost completely lost the ability to breathe.

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The crowd winced along with Charlotte as the chop landed, but Dizzy was the only one who could truly empathize. As part of their training, her mother had made sure to give her a firsthand, full demonstration of what a proper chop felt like, after she’d made the unwise decision of calling it a weak move. She could still remember the searing flesh she’d gotten after that session, the red mark that lasted for a week, and the way it stung anew every time she made the mistake of contracting her chest too much. Heck, she swore that just seeing it done on Charlotte made her feel the sting all over again.

But, all the same, she had a little joy going along with the sight, knowing that her mother was close to sealing the deal.

Angela was impressed with her own work, seeing the way her opponent was reeling from the blow, but she knew that it wouldn’t be enough by its lonesome. She was still hurting from Charlotte’s opening volley, and she was in no hurry to find herself back in that position again. As tempting as it was to work her opponent with slower, safer moves, she knew this was one of the better times to exercise the ‘go big or go home’ strategy. As it turned out, she had just the move for the situation.

Angela put one foot on middle rope, then another, making sure she was properly balanced - she’d slipped attempting this move once in her youth, and she’d been wary of the same mistake ever since. Once her stance was secure, she reached up and seized her opponent’s head with one hand, then yanked on her button with the other, making sure to get a tight grip.

After a deep inhale, Angela stealing herself, lifted Charlotte straight into the air, and proceeded to fall backwards off the middle rope, attempting to send her foe crashing into the canvas with a power superplex, one that would have the arena shaking all the way up to the rafters.

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It would not be an exaggeration to say that this was the longest series of attacks that Charlotte had received. And if you remember that today her opponent was a woman who significantly surpassed her in strength and size, then you will surely be able to at least approximately imagine what condition the Sand Lizard was in.

Angela acted with amazing precision, literally not giving the Frenchwoman the opportunity to interrupt this series of attacks. Even when there was a second between her attacks that Charlotte could theoretically use, the martial arts master could do nothing about it due to the almost complete lack of oxygen in her lungs and blood.

The chop in her chest became something of a finishing touch that Angela needed. After that, Charlotte almost completely lost the ability to breathe because every time she tried to take even a small breath, her lungs seemed to fill with flames. She was so weak that she couldn't even lift her arms.

For the Italian woman, this meant only one thing. Complete freedom of action. And it was clear to everyone without exception that she intended to take advantage of this. Amid the heated screams of the audience, she climbed onto the second rope and wrapped her arm around Charlotte's neck.

"Act... push her away... push her away..." the Frenchwoman mentally told herself.

Yes, her spirit was still strong. But despite the desperate desire of the mind, the body refused to obey. She couldn't do anything at the moment when Angela used her other hand to grab the hem of the Frenchwoman's sports panties.

Perhaps the most sad thing about that moment was that the Sand Lizard knew exactly what was going to happen next. But she didn't have any strength to prevent Angela from lifting her upside down and then leaning back. Streams of air whistled in the Frenchwoman's ears, and then not only the whole ring, but even the walls of the arena shook.

The Sand Lizard's body slammed into the mat with such force that she literally bounced off it. And when her body fell on the mat for the second time, the pink-haired woman involuntarily arched her back. There was an expression of pure agony on her face. Only her mouth was open wider than her eyes. She wanted to scream. She wanted to make a real scream of pain. But her lungs were empty. And without air in the lungs, it is impossible to make any loud sound. After a second or two, her body went limp and she was left lying on the mat without any signs of movement.

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Watching from the sidelines, Dizzy wasn’t sure what to make of it all. She knew her mother was capable of some crazy things, but few of them involved anything in the corner. She wasn’t one of those high-flyers, couldn't do moonsaults and hurricanranas, wasn’t someone who could bust out insane flips and leave the crowd dazzled. The most athletic thing she’d ever seen the woman do was a frog splash. Not exactly a daredevil acrobatic feat.

So she was curious what the plan was, as her mother brought Charlotte up higher and higher, scaling up the ropes like King Kong on a skyscraper. When it all clicked, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She was really going for broke, wasn’t she? ”Mom, are you crazy?”

No, she wasn’t, though Angela could admit this was far more extreme than she normally liked going. It all had to do with her opponent - Charlotte had already proven herself to be a real threat, and if Angela wanted to come out on top, she would have to go that extra mile to put the damage on. It had been a long time since she’d done a superplex, knowing the damage it could do to herself even if she executed the move correctly, but this felt like the perfect day to bust out the fine china.

So down she came, crashing hard into the mat with resonating force. It sent a sharp pain through her lower back, and she sat up right away, hissing at the fiery pain. The only consolation was knowing that if it was that bad for her, it was exponentially worse for Charlotte, a theory that was confirmed when she looked over and saw the woman reeling.

Seeing her chance, she shook over the pain, rolled over, and pulled Charlotte underneath her, securing her leg and going for a pinfall. The referee slid in beside them and started up the count. ”1…!”