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

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There was only one thing that mattered to Charlotte. After she was thrown out of the family, she devoted her life to martial arts. She had found a new way to replace what she had lost and now she was striving for self-development. And each new fight was another step on her way. But a really good match is impossible without a worthy opponent. Today, the martial arts master had a worthy opponent.

In fact, the Sand Lizard was quite surprised. After all the hard attacks, Ember kicked out after the first count. Charlotte wasn't even sure if she herself could have found the strength so quickly. However, this was another reason to pay tribute to the German-American woman.

At first it seemed that Ember was in no hurry to get back on her feet after she broke the pin. But then the pink-haired woman heard her rival's words. And these words made her smile. This is a real fighting spirit. Exactly what the Frenchwoman appreciated in real fighters. To loud applause from the audience, Ember jumped to her feet. She looked like nothing had happened to her at all. Although Charlotte understood that the consequences of such heavy attacks are not so easy to get rid of.

The martial arts master nodded after the red-haired woman took a fighting stance and made it clear that she was ready to continue the match. Well. If they decided that they would fight to the last drop of strength, then now there will be no breaks in the match. And Charlotte was completely in agreement with this. Taking a deep breath, she focused on her opponent.

"Bring it on, Ember!" she said shortly with a barely noticeable smile.

She rushed forward. Charlotte always remained cool and focused, especially in the ring. But sometimes her emotions still came out. And this smile was one of those cases. Charlotte was glad to have the opportunity to fight with a worthy and strong opponent. It was her life. And she couldn't see herself without it.

The pink-haired woman's left fist moved to the side, as if she was about to launch an attack with a quick jab. However, when she took the last step, bursting into Ember's space, she acted differently. Her left foot landed slightly to the right of her right foot. And at that moment, the Sand Lizard's body began to spin to the right side. She intended to lift her right leg and send a spinning heel kick to Ember's left cheek, not forgetting to bend her knee at the end in order to take more speed and thereby strengthen this kick!

[Monsy]

Ripples and waves befogged her eyes. Her eyelids closed without directive, and each time, she made a conscious effort to open them. An idle sway bobbed her broad shoulders, and her hips liked to teeter, so she widened her base. Then she invited them. Come and face this new phoenix-like woman. She who feasted on her punishment so far, even if her bodily wishes didn’t align. Black spots plotted her view, and ringing raked her eyes, contended with watered-down crowd roars and rampaging feet. She shook her head, pulled back a foot, lurching on its toes, then exploded forward like a blind bull. She’d meet them half-way, and if Charlotte was destined to go high, Ember was already heading low, dipping her upper body forward, her hardened shoulder aligned to their stomach. Both knees bent, energy pressured in her thighs, swelled, then burst. She popped off the canvas and became the bullet, with her shoulder as the javelin that sought to impale Charlotte’s refined stomach and crush her opponent’s momentum in one thrust.

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Charlotte had no doubt that her rival had fuel in reserve. If this were not the case, then surely this pin would not have been broken immediately after the first count. But, nevertheless, no one is able to ignore the damage done to the body. If it were possible, the matches would last infinitely. Therefore, despite the fact that Ember jumped to her feet quite briskly, the Frenchwoman was sure that her rival was now far from a fresh state.

Although literally right after the Sand Lizard took the first step, she had to doubt her assumptions. Ember didn't stand still. Ember didn't take a defensive position. Instead, the red-haired woman rushed forward as if the match had started one second ago. In a way, it was really amazing. The audience was also surprised by this, and therefore the hall was filled with shouts and applause.

But this was not an obstacle for the Frenchwoman. Her opponent's speed was more than impressive, but if she would use the kick at the right moment, it wouldn't matter. Therefore, Charlotte continued to move forward. And when the distance between them was suitable, the Sand Lizard's body began to spin, and her leg went to Ember's head.

Charlotte's heart made a few extra beats. It was a very fast moment, it took no more than one second. But even that second was enough for the martial arts master to have time to understand what had just happened. Her foot only hit the air instead of Ember's head. And the reason for this was that at the very last moment the red-haired woman accelerated and ducked, thereby avoiding Charlotte's kick.

But that wasn't the only thing that happened. Ember ducked and accelerated, not just to avoid Charlotte's kick. Pushing off from the mat, she pointed her shoulder forward. And the Sand Lizard, who was standing on one leg because of the unsuccessful kick, did not have the slightest opportunity to avoid what was waiting for her. Ember's shoulder slammed into her bare stomach like a cannonball. The Frenchwoman's eyes widened with pain so much that they almost left the eye orbits.

"GAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed deafeningly.

Charlotte's right leg was already high in the air, but at that moment the second leg also joined it. At the same time, the upper part of the young woman's body started falling down and in an instant she collapsed on the mat. And although Ember's body pressed down on top of her, this did not prevent Charlotte from twitching convulsively to the side.

The young woman turned on her left side, clutching her stomach. Her eyes were tightly closed. The pain was so wild that she involuntarily raised her knees up, thereby finding herself in the fetal position. She clenched her jaw, but was forced to breathe through her mouth, which caused her teeth bared. Even so, she could hardly breathe. The pain literally shackled all her abdominal muscles and no matter how hard she tried, now she couldn't even force herself to roll away from her rival.

[Monsy]

Ember Days didn’t spear opponents; she gored them. It was a staple of her indie scene. Everyone saw the genuine ferocity; it looked almost suicidal. Like she didn’t care for her own well-being by having it miss… Or her opponents if they landed. The full might of Ember’s weight wrought into one point, the momentum packed with her feet punching off the ground and into the target for almost assured annihilation. She fell right with them too, heaped at their side like her own pile of limbs and slack will. It didn’t take long for Ember to reel back up to her knee, comb back her rose-red hair and smile, looking down at them. “O-KAY! Let's get down to business.”

Ember stood and stepped over them, so one hip was by either side, then bent over. Her arms tried slithering underneath them, locking at the front with fingers. She felt a little warm and strained. Breaths came out quickly to compose. There was still a headrush to contend with. All the dizziness and black spots drizzled in and out. She, however, could always rely on her strength as she squatted, then stood again, deadlifting them from the ground. “Grrr…..” Ember’s eyes clammed shut, teeth locked as her mouth sounded like an engine. “Uuuuuuur…grrr…” Sweat oozed down her cheeks, and her heart wobbled inside her chest with mounting tumours of strain. Despite it, she continued and let out a roar. “UURRAAH!” Now she arched back to deadlift Charlotte overhead and splat them with a german suplex!

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Perhaps this was the best proof that anything can happen during a match. A moment ago, Charlotte was filled with strength and determination. The previous round was on her side, and even though Ember broke the pin too quickly, the Frenchwoman knew that she was in better condition than her opponent now.

However, just one moment literally turned the game around. Did Charlotte make a mistake at the moment when she decided to continue the attack, seeing that Ember rushed so furiously to meet her? No, she didn't think so. The Sand Lizard was lying on her left side, barely finding the strength to restrain loud painful groans. It seemed to her that her stomach was ready to come out through her mouth. Ember's spear was powerful, wild, uncompromising.

So why wasn't Charlotte ready to say she made a mistake by trying to kick the German-American woman? The answer is quite simple. At this point, Ember just turned out to be better. Despite all the tough attacks of the pink-haired woman, she still found the strength to take such a risky step. It completely paid off, because now the martial arts master was lying on the mat, unable to move. And although it wasn't pleasant, Charlotte was never one to deny the obvious. Her opponent was on top at this moment.

And, of course, she was determined to consolidate this success. The red-haired woman stood over Charlotte, throwing a sharp phrase at the same time. If the Frenchwoman had no other worries, she would probably have found it annoying, she never liked it when an opponent throws such phrases after successful attacks. But now she had other problems. For example, Ember wrapped her arms around the Sand Lizard's waist.

"Ghhhhhhr..." Charlotte groaned through clenched teeth.

Any touch to her belly now was like touching hot metal to her skin. And then Ember started lifting her up. Charlotte felt the red-haired woman's breasts pressed tightly against her back, Ember's grip was very strong. The Sand Lizard understood that this would not lead to anything good. She clutched at Ember's arms, trying to force her to let go of her stomach.

However, after the spear, her body was too weakened. She tried to strain her muscles, but her body did not obey the orders of her mind well. Soon, the Sand Lizard was in the air, held by her rival. But it didn't last long, because with a wild roar, Ember leaned back, throwing Charlotte over herself. The pink-haired woman completely exhaled the remaining air from her lungs, but she knew in advance that this would not help her in any way.

"Aaaahhhh!!!" she screamed.

Her back and the back of her head slammed hard into the mat. Charlotte's body bounced off and for a moment she was back in the air. The force that Ember used was enough for the Sand Lizard to make another half turn, after which she landed on the mat again, this time face down. The Frenchwoman's legs and arms were spread out randomly. The pain that pierced her back made her twitch several times in agony. And the pain that pierced her head made her eyes blurry.

[Monsy]

Prying the strength of Ember Days never spelled much hope for anyone. Only the desperate came between this power-fringed middleweight’s hold, and the locked fingers might as well have been a vault. Unbreakable and uncontested, with Ember’s knees baring the brunt, then her back and thighs as their weight was suspended. The suplex was hauled like a gorilla tossing a rock overhead. Callous and violent, with Ember’s arch nearly spiking her own head on execution. She popped up just as quick, overwhelmed by her own fire and the headache pierced again, dipping her shoulders backs as her arms draped. Each limb swung up and hammered against her chest as she released her war-cry again. This was her second wind. Heavy breath from her mouth, bobbing her shoulders. An intense stare, almost manic-wide, and hands like claws that wagged with stiffened arms. She came forward, walked around them and kneeled to seat the back of their thighs. One hand reached to clutch their head, pull them back as Ember rose onto her knees, and tried to force them to arch. If possible, she wanted to throw her arm over their neck, loop a nose and lock by grabbing the other wrist. Then she squeezed, finishing the sleeper hold as she looked forward, huffing a galloon of breath between her teeth like over-pressured steam.

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"Pull yourself together..." thought Charlotte.

But, unfortunately, it was not possible to do this. Having received two attacks in different parts of the body, the Frenchwoman felt pain almost everywhere. First the spear that pierced her front side, and then the suplex that rammed her back. The strength of the red-haired woman was more than impressive, especially considering that she was almost equal to Charlotte in terms of weight. However, right now the Sand Lizard had more important things to do than thinking about how good Ember was.

The young woman put her palms near her head and began to rise slowly. She was still dizzy, not to mention blurred vision. However, she wasn't here to just lie like a sack of potatoes. She knew it was better to do something than to do nothing at all. Therefore, trying to breathe equally, the martial arts master decided to try to get up on all fours. There was no question of further plans, but it was necessary to start somewhere.

But Charlotte didn't have to worry about it. It became clear at the moment when her rival approached her even before the pink-haired woman managed to get up on all fours. Ember once again grabbed Charlotte, but this time she didn't lift her or anything like that, instead she forced the Sand Lizard to take a sitting position. Because of the pain and dizziness, the Frenchwoman did not even immediately understand what her rival was up to.

The answer was received in a few seconds. Charlotte's neck felt like it was in a vice. Literally at the snap of fingers, she lost almost all access to oxygen, and her neck became a new source of pain. The German-American woman decided to strangle her. And she was very serious about this intention, Charlotte realized this not only because of the wild strength that Ember put into this hold, but also because of the hot breath that Charlotte felt on her cheek.

"Merde..." she thought.

First of all, the Sand Lizard threw up both hands in order to grab the hand of her opponent. If she had at least one opportunity to loosen Ember's grip, then she had to do it. Although very quickly Charlotte realized that it was almost completely useless. Perhaps if she wasn't so weakened, she would be able to compete with Ember in pure strength and see who would retreat first. However, right now she had no chance of breaking this hold by brute force. The Frenchwoman's face got red rapidly.

"Stay calm," she reminded herself mentally.

Exactly. She shouldn't panic. No matter how strong Ember was, it wasn't a reason to despair. Charlotte's eyes looked away. Even through the fog in her eyes, she realized that the ropes were too far away. Considering how hard Ember is squeezing her neck, she just won't have time to get to the edge of the ring. Which meant she had only one option.

Charlotte strained her neck as much as possible in order not to lose consciousness ahead of time, and then she let go of her opponent's hand. The Sand Lizard's fists clenched. In her current state, it was difficult to count on the maximum effectiveness of strikes. But a real fighter should be able to use their body to strengthen the blows. Therefore, Charlotte was determined to turn her torso to the left as sharply as possible.

Was she going to upset Ember's balance in this way? No, it was useless, but in this way she would be able to make her opponent at least slightly shift to the right. And if she had really succeeded, then the red-haired woman's head would have been met with a right back elbow strike. Time was an unaffordable luxury for Charlotte, so immediately after that, regardless of the result, she was going to turn to the right in order to shift her opponent again and this time send a left back elbow strike to Ember's ribs. Charlotte felt that her strength was leaving her along with oxygen. However, now she was going to check what would happen first, the oxygen in her blood would eventually run out and she would lose consciousness, or would Ember's head and ribs not withstand such a barrage of blows and she would let go of the Sand Lizard? Charlotte was going to keep turning from side to side and keep sending elbow strikes to Ember's head and ribs to check it out.

[Monsy]

There were times, well, most times, when this move was all that she needed. Cinch an arm, lock, squeeze and the blood flow, oxygen, tapped out. Little set-up was involved, and its effects never took long. The Fight-Stopper is what she used to call it in her youth. For a non-submission-savvy or even adept gal, she applied it quite well. Combined with this ox-strength and cultish zeal when she took to anything, the veins could bulge and explode from her arms with how tightly she applied her muscles. Grabbing such a lock was stupider than punching steel. They’d only hurt themselves. The hold only got tighter. Squirming just expended more energy, save for survival. Not that she’d blame them; instinct was a powerful and impulsive force. But there seemed to be some rhyme to this rhythm. Even though she held the neck and head, they'd turn inside her grip. In response, she continued to strangle. What more was needed?

Well, if the bone point whacking to her head meant anything. It was a lot more needed. Her head swerved and the pain pulped inside her jawline. The shot was a nine-millimetre against a bear. It angered her, hurt her, but didn’t stop her. The second did more. Her breath hiccuped and she coughed. This pain spread as though water spilled over her ribs, and its spill caused pain just by contact, doing down her side, over into her chest and hugging one side of her back. She huffed, biting her teeth as they wrestled to push the other set down, then let go. Ember tucked an arm against her side and reset her jaw, standing up behind them, then launching a toe-bash kick right into their spine to keep the pressure on, ironclad.

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Efficiency is hidden in simplicity. The hold in which Charlotte found herself was a good proof of this. In fact, her opponent didn't do anything too outstanding, she just wrapped her arm around the Frenchwoman's neck. But if someone thought that getting out of this situation is as easy as snapping their fingers, then they should try it on their own. Because right now, the Sand Lizard could only hope that the power of her blows would be enough to force Ember to let her go.

And although Charlotte always tried to stay calm, after her elbow crashed into her opponent's head, she had some doubts about the fact that she would get freedom in this way. The reason for this was that the red-haired woman didn't seem to feel it at all and her grip remained strong. But the realization that if she didn't continue, it would be the end, pushed Charlotte to take further action.

Her elbow slammed into the German-American woman again, and this time Charlotte could have sworn she heard a painful groan. The Sand Lizard's head was about to explode due to the colossal pressure and lack of oxygen. Her face now looked like a crab in boiling water. A mist appeared in front of her eyes, which was a clear sign that she was close to losing consciousness.

"Again, again!" the Frenchwoman's mind screamed.

Clenching her fist again, she was about to send a few more elbows at her opponent. Even if she is destined to lose, she will not let Ember get the victory easily, she will fight to the last. But the moment Charlotte sent her elbow back, she suddenly felt the grip on her neck disappear. The rush of oxygen made her cough violently, and the headache became even worse. But that was the price. The price for being free.

But Ember wasn't going to back down so easily. It seemed that she fully understood that Charlotte had no way to defend herself now. And that allowed her to kick the Sand Lizard right in the spine. Trying to describe the feelings of the pink-haired woman at this moment was a very difficult task. The spine was one of the main parts of the whole body. And the moment Ember kicked her, Charlotte's eyes widened and a scream stuck in her throat because of the unimaginable pain.

The Frenchwoman was thrown forward, her body made several rolls before she finally stopped near the ropes. Charlotte was lying on her stomach, clenching her teeth tightly in order to restrain painful groans. Despite the fact that she broke the hold of the German-American woman, hardly anyone could say that she was ready to return to the game, now the martial arts master looked very bad. Someone might even think that she hardly had a chance to balance the scales after that.

"Get up..." the Sand Lizard muttered to herself.

Anyone can doubt the fighter. The audience. The opponent. But this is not the end. The end comes when the fighter begins to doubt themselves. There was no doubt in Charlotte's heart. And although her body was in pain, she grabbed the middle rope in order to try to get to her feet and continue the match. No, she wasn't finished yet and she still had something to answer her rival with.

[Monsy]

Ember’s foot lowered and she rubbed the numbing spots, then cracked her neck, rolled her shoulders and shook out the cobwebs in her head. The wear and tear was liveable now. It occupied the backburner of her senses, lingering like spoiled milk. She stepped to the ring’s heart, hardly making a pursuit out of their rolls and tumble. No enjoyment came in that. This was a memory, not a prize. So when she stopped, she licked her thumb then raised it above her head, turning around for a full circle on the spot, stopping when she faced them again. “Oh yeah, that’s what we call the winds of fucking change there.” Her hand lowered and she crossed her arms, “Now I know you ain’t done, Charlotte. So get up already.” Ember bent both knees and placed her hands on either thigh, waiting for them with a pant, swiping back some more hair. “Come on. Don’t leave me hanging over here…” She slid so her right foot was forward, the heel bounced in place as she stalked them. One of her hands came out, then beckoned them with four fingers.