Re: [Tables Hardcore Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Amy Evans - The parable of the Lion and the Lizard (Apex Qualifier Match
Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 7:30 am
Sleep is a magical time. During sleep, you don't care about anything. During sleep, you don't feel anything. In a sense, sleep is absolute peace. Of course, there are exceptions, but these exceptions are so rare that they do not change the main essence at all. They say ignorance is bliss. And now it really was Charlotte's case.
Sleep not only allowed her to get rid of unimaginable pain. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when her hand fell on the mat three times. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when her opponent finally let her go and her body collapsed lifelessly on the mat. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when the bell rang, marking her defeat. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment of the Lion's smile, which put an end to this story, confirming what she said at the very beginning.
Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
Since the blonde was in no hurry to get to her feet, the referee decided to check Charlotte's condition. Turning the Frenchwoman on her back, she lightly patted her cheeks, trying to understand how deep her loss of consciousness was. This was the moment when the pink-haired woman began to come to her senses. And there was nothing pleasant about this one.
When her sleep ended, the first thing she felt was pain. Far from the best thing you can feel after waking up. And although her whole body left much to be desired, the most burning pain was right on the pink-haired woman's face. Her skin felt like it was on fire, which in a sense was true because of the red spots after her rival's hands. The young woman closed her eyes because of the bitter taste in her mouth, although she understood that it was only her imagination.
"Shall I call the medical team?" asked the striped shirt.
"Non... donne moi juste une seconde..." Charlotte said softly, opening her eyes again.
It took her a few seconds to realize that she had said it in French. It seems her brain has not fully recovered from sleep yet. On the other hand, her mind was occupied with completely different thoughts. She knew perfectly well what had just happened. She knew perfectly well that it was over. And she knew perfectly well that nothing could be changed.
"No, just give me a second," she repeated this time so that the referee would understand her.
It wasn't just the pain, of course. It was about the fact of exactly how it all ended. The first defeat. Not only in Apex, but in her LAW career. It was bound to happen sooner or later, Charlotte knew that. There was only one woman in this federation who never loses, no matter who her opponent is and what conditions are in the match. And it definitely wasn't Charlotte. But how it all started, and how it all ended, squeezed her heart harder than a hydraulic press.
Feeling that she was not ready to get to her feet, the Sand Lizard decided to take at least a sitting position. She had to grit her teeth the moment she bent her arm and put her palm on the mat. After the last drops of adrenaline left her blood, her muscles seemed to turn to stone and now even slow movements were a big problem for her.
But still she was able to sit up. For a moment, she felt dizzy again, which made her take a slow breath. Losing consciousness for the second time in a row would not be very good, given the circumstances. Glancing at the referee again, she nodded briefly, making it clear that she was fine and that there was no need to worry. Besides, the striped shirt has a job to do, because she still hasn't raised the winner's hand.
Sleep not only allowed her to get rid of unimaginable pain. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when her hand fell on the mat three times. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when her opponent finally let her go and her body collapsed lifelessly on the mat. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment when the bell rang, marking her defeat. Sleep allowed her to miss the moment of the Lion's smile, which put an end to this story, confirming what she said at the very beginning.
Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
Since the blonde was in no hurry to get to her feet, the referee decided to check Charlotte's condition. Turning the Frenchwoman on her back, she lightly patted her cheeks, trying to understand how deep her loss of consciousness was. This was the moment when the pink-haired woman began to come to her senses. And there was nothing pleasant about this one.
When her sleep ended, the first thing she felt was pain. Far from the best thing you can feel after waking up. And although her whole body left much to be desired, the most burning pain was right on the pink-haired woman's face. Her skin felt like it was on fire, which in a sense was true because of the red spots after her rival's hands. The young woman closed her eyes because of the bitter taste in her mouth, although she understood that it was only her imagination.
"Shall I call the medical team?" asked the striped shirt.
"Non... donne moi juste une seconde..." Charlotte said softly, opening her eyes again.
It took her a few seconds to realize that she had said it in French. It seems her brain has not fully recovered from sleep yet. On the other hand, her mind was occupied with completely different thoughts. She knew perfectly well what had just happened. She knew perfectly well that it was over. And she knew perfectly well that nothing could be changed.
"No, just give me a second," she repeated this time so that the referee would understand her.
It wasn't just the pain, of course. It was about the fact of exactly how it all ended. The first defeat. Not only in Apex, but in her LAW career. It was bound to happen sooner or later, Charlotte knew that. There was only one woman in this federation who never loses, no matter who her opponent is and what conditions are in the match. And it definitely wasn't Charlotte. But how it all started, and how it all ended, squeezed her heart harder than a hydraulic press.
Feeling that she was not ready to get to her feet, the Sand Lizard decided to take at least a sitting position. She had to grit her teeth the moment she bent her arm and put her palm on the mat. After the last drops of adrenaline left her blood, her muscles seemed to turn to stone and now even slow movements were a big problem for her.
But still she was able to sit up. For a moment, she felt dizzy again, which made her take a slow breath. Losing consciousness for the second time in a row would not be very good, given the circumstances. Glancing at the referee again, she nodded briefly, making it clear that she was fine and that there was no need to worry. Besides, the striped shirt has a job to do, because she still hasn't raised the winner's hand.