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

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Charlotte was not a naive little girl, she knew perfectly well that just one mistake could change the course of any fight. But even with that in mind, she was impressed that her opponent took the initiative so quickly, especially after all the damage she received from the Frenchwoman. Ember's every attack was tough and uncompromising. The Sand Lizard was quite good at coping with pain to some extent. But now she couldn't deny that the German-American woman took a lot of strength from her.

Getting to her feet, the pink-haired woman looked at her rival, who decided to spend some time on theatricality. And although Charlotte had no complaints about Ember's words about the winds of change, the Sand Lizard slightly furrowed her eyebrows when her rival addressed her directly. Perhaps she attached a little more importance to this than she should, but for Charlotte these words sounded too arrogant. She was even more convinced of this when Ember beckoned her over.

Pursing her lips, Charlotte straightened to her full height and took a step away from the ropes. She still felt pain, especially in the abdomen, back and nape. Besides, after the hold of her rival, the Frenchwoman did not have time to fully recover her breath. However, Charlotte was not going to let her opponent pretend that she was the mistress of this ring. She had respect for her opponent because of her strength and the level of her abilities. But this respect should not be confused with weakness. Because Charlotte wasn't ready to admit that Ember had established dominance in this ring.

Leaving her right foot a step back, the Frenchwoman raised her fists to chin level. Her gaze became more focused. And although it seemed that she was going to continue acting the same way as before, after a moment she slightly relaxed her palms, leaving them bent only half, with both palms in a perfectly vertical position. She stretched out her left arm forward, only slightly bending it at the elbow. Her right arm remained closer to her body, the right palm barely reaching her left elbow. She hasn't had to use this stance in the LAW ring yet. But now she was ready to try it. The Sand Lizard took a deep breath, and then her eyes flashed.

"Bring it on, Ember!" she said.

Rushing forward, the Sand Lizard intended to burst into her opponent's space and throw her left hand forward, as if trying to grab Ember. But instead, at the last moment, she wanted to try to direct her palm down, and then sharply up in order to push Ember's hand away and thereby deprive her of protection.

And if she really succeeded, then she would use her right arm to send a short and quick right elbow strike to the head of the red-haired woman. Many found wing chun something ridiculous. And Charlotte was not going to deny that many of the techniques of this martial arts are not applicable in a real fight, but not all, especially if you hone some moves to a high level. This elbow strike was only needed in order to get a rotational impulse, because then she would be able to turn around her axis in order to send a left spinning back elbow strike to Ember's head. And if this was enough to stun the German-American woman, then the Sand Lizard would only have to complete her combo with a push kick to the stomach of her rival!

[Monsy]

Hacking through strife was her strong suit.
A phoenix that seemed to erupt from its ashes. She didn’t want things to slow her down anymore. Competition was many things, and she preferred it with two folks on their feet then beating on another who wasn’t defending. Perhaps she’s grown a little too attached to their stand-up exchanges. How deep can this well go? That was a question that put the jitter in her finger-tips and spring in her hop. Beckoning them had the desired effect as they scaled to their feet. They looked a little sluggish from her view. Perhaps they weren’t as great as hiding her strain as Ember was right now. And thus, she readied herself. One foot back, shaking her hands out in front of her before raising them, open-palmed. She was relaxed, perhaps giddy with her smile and a little peppy in her few minor strafes forward.

“Right back at you, Charlotte!” Returned Ember with an added wink.

This time it wasn’t Ember with the initiative. Her opponent seized it.
Ember wasn’t stunned but readied to see where their hands played the cards. When their left came forward, Ember chucked her left in what would’ve been a swift and punishing counter to their play. The hand Charlotte attacked was to guard, but that was swatted and her entire head was exposed to that bastion of bone that stirred her brains into stew. Her eyes and teeth squeezed and her head turned, then rebounded with yet another elbow. This one was ten-times more violent and felt like a crater. “AAGH!” Noise became hollow like within a tunnel. She lurched to one side, empty-eyed and opened up a little above the eye-brow. Her feet rattled. Then that third strike came and sent her down. She scampered back, spittle flinging from her mouth, “GUH!” When she finally tripped, her back was pushed against the ropes. Her legs kicked out and her arms hooked over the middle rope, and she seated the bottom, looking down with hair, sweat and a small trickle of blood on her face. The woman hardly saw the colour white, but a hodgepodge of moving, spinning and blurring shapes that nauseated her. There was no response ready for that.

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Not every martial art is aimed at teaching you how to beat the shit out of people. Even Charlotte didn't learn this lesson right away. But traveling around the world has revealed a lot to her. She did not use wing chun as her main weapon, but this martial art allowed her to find gaps in the opponent's defense. And she devoted quite a lot of time to training with a wing chun dummy. Positioning and speed played a big role for any fighter, but revealing the true potential of these aspects is far from the easiest task.

Having entered the space of her rival, the Sand Lizard bypassed Ember's defenses with a quick and unexpected movement. Putting in strength and speed, she hit the red-haired woman's head with her elbow. This stunned Ember, who took a step back. However, it was a chance that Charlotte was determined to take.

The spinning gave her strike an extra boost. And if the first elbow strike was powerful, then the second strike was a real destruction. Ember's scream was a confirmation of this. The Frenchwoman's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw that her rival's gaze had become unfocused. At the beginning of the match, the Sand Lizard said that she intended to give her all she has. And she was determined to keep that promise. Seeing the German-American woman as a worthy rival, she had no right to restrain herself.

Her kick was accompanied by a roar from the crowd. Yes, it's not every day you can see something like this. Charlotte was deprived of the opportunity to demonstrate all the beauty of martial arts in her debut, but now she knew that the audience would see who she was. When her foot crashed into Ember's stomach, saliva flew out of the red-haired woman's mouth. The force of this kick was enough for her to be thrown back. At first, Ember's back pressed against the ropes, but after the blows she received, she could not stay on her feet. The red-haired woman slowly sank into a sitting position. Her head was lowered down, but Charlotte could still see a thin stream of blood, the cause of which was probably hard elbow strikes.

Charlotte lowered her attacking leg and immediately moved it back. The Frenchwoman closed her eyes for a moment, taking as deep a breath as possible. Her attack was successful. But each attack is just the foundation for the next attack. Yes, she had little experience in the professional ring. But she had great instincts. She has been honing her skills for a long time. She was born to fight.

"Le vent qui traverse l'espace..." she said quietly.

When Charlotte opened her eyes, it seemed that the air around her had become heavier. The Frenchwoman pushed off from the mat, rushing forward. Speed was her best attribute. Thanks to the color of her hair, Charlotte could now be compared to a pink lightning bolt. But only a very attentive person could have noticed that the Sand Lizard was not in a straight line with her rival. Charlotte was running forward, while Ember was a little away from her. And many wondered what exactly she was up to?

And this question became much more significant when the pink-haired woman made the last leap in order to acquire the maximum possible speed. She pushed off the mat, tilting her upper body forward as if she was about to fly out of the ring. No. Charlotte was going to throw her hands up, grabbing the middle and top rope. All the momentum she received at that moment should have been directed to her lower body. She wasn't going to leave the ring. Instead, she was going to swing back, joining her legs together in order to hit the back of Ember's head with a tiger feint kick!

[Monsy]

Ember was a swamp. Her frame sagged into whatever crutch held her up. It was luck that she found the ropes to sit, slouch and recoup. Much of that was just empty staring at the canvas, her knees, then forward between needling hair that blocked over fifty percent of her view. Her jaw hung and she grumbled under her breath. Flippy opponents were a rarity for Ember’s travels in America, but those who knew all these particular strikes were a whole other avenue, only gotten in the professional scene. Whatever Karate Kid movie they watched, she’d have studied it when they’re done. That was about the only conclusion she had washing in her head, the rest was just pure fog and constant time stasis.

What woke her were those boots smashing into her skull’s rear. “AGH-FUCK!” It torqued her neck like a violent forward whiplash. Ember was sent tumbling onto her hands and knees, walking on them as one hand cupped her nape, and the other grabbed the back of her head, and she fell onto her side, eyes shut and mouth tight, hissing against her clenched teeth and scrunching her nose to huff.

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Landing on her feet, Charlotte involuntarily dropped to one knee. Even though she was still trying to breathe evenly, she was doing it with her mouth now. Acting with such speed and intensity was hard even for her. Although, of course, the result of her efforts was more than justified.

While the audience filled the hall with noise after a very unusual attack by the Frenchwoman, Ember lay on the mat, clutching her head. The Sand Lizard wiped the sweat from her forehead, realizing that she needed to try to finish this match as quickly as possible. Even though she had enough stamina reserves, she wasn't sure if stalling this confrontation was a good idea.

Therefore, despite all the desire to spend at least a few moments to catch her breath, the pink-haired woman took a step forward and leaned towards the German-American woman. She was going to grab Ember's right hand. And at the same time to wrap Ember's head with her right arm, thereby fixing a simple front facelock hold. Even if she had to make an effort to get the red-haired woman to her feet, she would have done it.

Continuing to hold her opponent's head, Charlotte was determined to grab the hem of her shorts. She rarely used throws and other such powerful attacks. Because of this, many often forgot that she was not only a martial arts master, but also a wrestler. Charlotte herself simply believed that the right moment was needed for every throw. Now that Ember was severely weakened, it was the right moment.

Therefore, the Sand Lizard intended to pull the red-haired woman and lift her over the mat, turning her upside down. It seemed that Charlotte's intentions were more than obvious, because the suplex was more than a common movement. But if she really managed to lift her opponent, she would take a step to the side, turning around to face the ropes. Literally for a moment, the young woman was going to relax her arms so that Ember's legs fell on the top rope and bounced off it.

Charlotte was going to use every opportunity to strengthen her attacks. Therefore, she wanted to use the ropes in order to give her opponent more speed and thereby making the throw much more powerful and painful. It wasn't just a suplex, it was a slingshot suplex!

[Monsy]

The discomfort rendered her temporarily exhausted. A cocktail that pinned her down to her state, and she started scratching her neck as a protest. But she’d their hand, a foreign force she’d yet to recognise until the reality of their match re-sunk into her consciousness. Ember’s feet started stacking underneath, and she’d correct with a hunched posture that slipped against their armpit. A hand came to grab onto the hold, with fingernails scraping the forearm before a hand clutched her shorts and she was taken to the sky. Ember’s frame straightened into a pillar. The rapid flex of her tight stomach showed a hastened breathing as the blood flooded her skull. She waited for the inevitable fall with a scrunched face, but that broke when her legs kissed the top rope, “Keh?” And back she went, wind-milling and slamming lower-back first into the canvas, cratering with a sizzling pain. The sudden ripples zipped through her entire back and echoed to the front. She felt it pinch her spine like each disk had inflamed. The whole thing felt like a bad hangover. “GHH!” She ended up rebounding until she was sitting upright, arching her back with half-folded arms and clenched fists held outward. Then she fell back to the mat, with knees propped up so a boot can sluggishly stomp.

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Charlotte had to act more actively much earlier than she expected. Saving energy and gradually increasing the pace has always been part of her style. However, justifying her alias, she was forced to adapt. Her opponent was strong and the Sand Lizard understood that if she hesitated, the chances of success in the match would begin to decrease rapidly.

Therefore, despite the heavy breathing and rivers of sweat flowing over her pale skin, the Frenchwoman spared no effort to first lift Ember to her feet, and then lift her into the air, turning her upside down. Perhaps even this was enough for her throw to have a devastating effect, but she decided to maximize it. She didn't want to lose the advantage again because she hadn't put in enough effort.

The whole ring shuddered at the moment when Ember's body crashed into the mat. The impact that passed through the red-haired woman was so powerful, but she involuntarily took a sitting position before falling completely. Wrestling has always been a unique thing, unlike anything else. Only here one could be endlessly surprised at how much the human body, especially the body of a fighter, could withstand.

Gasping for air, Charlotte wanted to spend at least a few moments lying down. She needed oxygen, but every breath seemed to burn her lungs. And it was a sure sign that she was losing stamina reserves much faster than she was used to. No matter how strong and purposeful she was, she remained human. And every human needs rest.

"After the match..." Charlotte said to herself mentally.

Right. Now is not the time to rest. After such a serious series of attacks, it would be an unforgivable waste to give the German-American woman at least one free moment. Therefore, after taking another deep breath, the Sand Lizard turned over on her stomach and got up on all fours.

Wasting no time, she immediately laid down on her rival. Pressing her voluminous breasts to Ember's, Charlotte tried to use all her weight in order to securely press the red-haired woman to the mat. Stretching out her right arm to the side, she intended to hook Ember's far leg in order to pull it up. Charlotte had never tried to get ahead of things, but now she was really wondering if it was enough to hear three consecutive claps? Soon she will be able to find out, because the striped shirt, after making sure that Ember's shoulder blades are pressed against the mat, fell next to the women and slapped the mat for the first time.

"ONE!" echoed through the arena.

[Monsy]

Suplexes had a nasty bite to leave you breathless. Ember found them nagging. Little fires in her lower-back, a gut-twist that married a flaky lung and tight throat. She heaved through a straw, laid and remained within her little stupor on the mat. There was a sense of ease for each second she allowed herself to respite, slowly drawing up her foot and stomping on the ground. It felt good to make fists, hiss and growl, and tense up like a cornered animal.

But as she took her time, Charlotte did not. The weight oozed out her wind with a soft sigh. The leg was brought up until the sole was taken skyward. One slap became easy enough and the flame already showed its first sign of cackling. “TWO!” She folded her arms over her head, and a clenched fist punched the air, with a shoulder popping off the ground to spring her shoulder blade free, simultaneously striking with her hooked leg to break the chains that almost kept her down. It was an easy two. But no true danger was reached just yet. It wasn’t the luck of timing or slow count - but honest grit.

For what that was worth, after kicking out, Ember wasn’t in much condition to follow-up. Rather, she ended up rolling onto her stomach, face-down, finding her hands on the canvas before pushing onto all fours with slumping shoulders, a sagging head and quaking thighs. She now tried to drag herself towards the ropes, panting like a dog that was drinking its own sweat.

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Given the heavy breathing, Charlotte hoped that at least this time the case would go a little further than the first count. Because if her opponent can repeat the feat she did last time by breaking a pin right after the first count, then the martial arts master will surely have some doubts about whether she has any chance of winning at all.

"TWO!!"

The second clap on the mat proved that despite her excellent fighting skills and outstanding fortitude, Ember was still a human. However, despite all the damage that the Sand Lizard inflicted on the German-American woman, she saw no reason to relax. The pink-haired woman saw what her rival was capable of, so she was sure that she would be able to relax only after she heard the third clap. Speaking of which... the referee raised her hand.

However, as soon as this hand began to go down, the red-haired woman jerked sharply to the side, simultaneously straightening hooked leg. A second later, when Ember was on her stomach and Charlotte was on all fours, the arena was filled with noise. The referee raised her hand above her head, showing two fingers, although in fact this was not necessary, because it was obvious that Ember broke the pin much earlier than at the very last moment.

"Deserves respect..." Charlotte muttered quietly.

She really thought so. She had no doubts about her own abilities and she was striving for victory. But this did not prevent her from appreciating the resilience and determination of her rival. There is no doubt that a fighter gets experience in any match. But only in such matches a fighter can become really stronger. There are no easy ways to the top and you can only get there by overcoming serious obstacles. At least that's what Charlotte believed.

Therefore, as soon as Ember started moving towards the ropes, the Sand Lizard did not give her this opportunity. They both admitted that they were going to fight to the very end. Therefore, now there could be no question of any breaks.

Gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath, Charlotte was going to grab both of her opponent's ankles and pull them towards her in order to make Ember collapse on her stomach again. Given her previous experience, the Sand Lizard concluded that trying to lift the red-haired woman to her feet for a throw was not the best idea, so she decided to change tactics a little.

If her opponent really turned out to be on her stomach, then the Frenchwoman, like a frog, was going to jump forward in order to land on Ember's back. Perhaps at this moment someone might have had some indecent thoughts, but that was definitely not Charlotte's goal.

The pink-haired woman was going to put her right arm under Ember's neck, and then bend that arm, squeezing her opponent's neck. Jerking to the side, Charlotte wanted to turn on her back in order to be able to wrap her legs around the waist of the German-American woman. And the final touch would be that she was going to use her left hand to securely close the vise on Ember's neck. Sparing no effort, Charlotte was going to start squeezing both the neck and the waist of her rival, hoping to force her to submit or lose consciousness with the help of a rear naked choke hold!

[Monsy]

Surviving was the easy part. There’s enough bull-headedness to absorb whatever she wanted and still be left with the fight. The stubbornness. It was what she grew up with, and the root to her successes. There wasn’t a chance she’d fail from that. But now came the harder challenge. Coming back and thriving. As fine-tuned her desire to rumble on, there were always those nagging weights on her body that pushed her down. The mental gravity was taxing. It didn’t just go away. It’s ingrained in your bones, blinds your eyes, slows your breath and feels like your body was switching to manual, and you need to divert more attention to each minute action, lest you fuck up again.

Ember landed on her front, face-down, groaning as her forehead pinged off the ground. An open palm nursed it, but soon, weight piled on and pinned her down. It was greater than her own. All in one place that made kicking and scratching pointless. The arm around her neck was the second strike. Ember’s eyes bulged and her teeth ground themselves into dust. The lights blinded her, and she gaped at them. They began to dance in front of her, then vibrate as the legs around suffocated her waist. The whole cocktail of pain, itch of her lungs, the burning in her eyes and redness swallowing her face made her enraged. She began to stomp, throw her arms around, claw, trying to rip up pieces of the mat, grab hair, then rake the forearm.

Alas, all for naught. She was getting dizzy. The anger was starting to bubble into bloodshot eyes. A snarling clash of teeth with slobber oozing on her lips. Her lungs were burning. Her heartrate grew louder. It was about the only thing she heard. But with one last stomp of this redheaded bull's hooves, she planted them wide and flexed, throwing her hips up and rolling Charlotte back so their shoulders would smother the canvas for the referee to drop down and count it, "ONE!"