AV 20 Alaina Sanders vs Charlotte Ravel

As her fist slammed into the Amazon's solar plexus, Charlotte felt a lump in her throat. She was perfectly aware of the capabilities of her body and the signals that her body sends her. It was this signal that indicated that her body could no longer withstand the load. She had long been ready to stay down, but her willpower kept her conscious, allowing her to continue to act. To many, this might seem like sheer stubbornness, but Charlotte preferred to think there was more to it.

She would like to continue to beat her rival, but the hands of the Frenchwoman refused to obey. Her brain suppressed her willpower, forcing her to gather at least a small amount of strength before another blow. Realizing that she needed to take at least a few breaths in order to try to strike again, the Sand Lizard prepared to defend herself. Even though the Amazon had absorbed enough damage, the pink-haired woman was sure that her rival would not leave it all that simple. And she was right.

Charlotte had no room for error, she had only one chance to block Alaina's attack. And the moment she saw the movement of her rival's hand, she was surprised. Because now the injured hand of the American woman was moving. Is she so desperate that she is ready to strike with her injured hand? Exactly. It was exactly like that. Charlotte flattered herself with the hope that she knew Alaina well enough and she was sure that a blow with her injured hand would follow. The martial artist, ignoring the pain, raised her right hand to protect her head. One moment... and nothing. There was no punch.

But only until the moment when the second hand of her rival crashed into her jaw. Whether it was a deceptive maneuver or not, it doesn't matter. Charlotte's head turned to the side as quickly as if her neck had been twisted. Her mouth opened and a stream of blood mixed with saliva flew out. Not only. Something small fell onto the mat and bounced off it several times before stopping. The referee girl even covered her mouth with her palms, realizing that it was one of Charlotte's teeth.

The force of the blow was so great for the weakened Frenchwoman that her body turned and she collapsed on her stomach. Her face was pressed against the mat, and her mouth was still open, and blood continued to flow from it. Tears flowed from her eyes and she could hardly see anything, but she was still conscious. However, the only thing she could do now...

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” she moaned shortly and painfully, completely losing control of the pain.

She always tried to control her emotions. This helped her regain at least a little control over the pain. But now, as she lay on the mat completely beaten, the pain was the one that controlled her body and mind. She could no longer hold back her moans because she felt nothing but pain.

To die. The only thing Charlotte wanted now was to die. Accidentally finding an empty space among the lower row of teeth with her tongue, a current discharge seemed to pass through her head. The Frenchwoman did not move, she just thought about it. But even the thought of moving was hurting her now. The martial artist was willing to swear that she had never felt more pain in her life than she did now. Even at the end of the first match, when Amazon practically broke her neck and back with the help of an amazing finisher. Even at the end of the second match, when she thought she would pass out before the match was over. All of this was nothing more than a trifle compared to how miserable and destroyed her body was now.

And again. It still wasn't over. The Sand Lizard had no strength at the moment when Alaina grabbed her by the waist, forcing her to rise to her feet. Most of all, it looked like the American woman had raised a dead body. She did not offer any resistance, and her arms and legs only dangled lifelessly over the mat at the moment when Alaina lifted her. Even the head of the pink-haired woman was lowered, her chin, through which flowed a dark red liquid, almost touched her chest.

Amid deafening shouts from the audience, the Amazon leaned back and threw her with the help of an amazing German suplex. But she didn't care anymore. Already nothing could give her more pain. The martial artist's upper back and nape collided with the mat, and the momentum gained was enough for her body to do some rolls before finally stopping. She was lying on her back and her eyes were staring at the ceiling. Trying to inhale, the young woman realized that her larynx was filled with blood. Coughing involuntarily, a stream of blood rose from her mouth like a small fountain. Her body began to twitch convulsively and the Frenchwoman turned on her side, trying to spit out all the blood and free her airways. The injuries she received in this match, especially her ribs and lungs, literally were killing her. After another spasm, the pink-haired woman lay down on her stomach, her face turned to the side and pressed against the mat. Even though the young woman's eyes were open, her gaze was like glass.

“Uuuummmm… uuummmm… umm…” she continued to moan as tears continued to flow from her eyes.

She didn't care about her rival's hand, she didn't care about the audience, she didn't care about anything. There was no room in her head for anything but pain. The Frenchwoman did not even understand why she still had not given up. She knew that if she relaxed even for a moment, the pain would take her. If she relaxes even for a moment, she will pass out and everything will be over. But she could no longer move. It was the end. Charlotte could no longer take this terrible pain.

She didn't even know that her rival was already on her feet. However, the audience knew this very well, who joyfully greeted the only woman who was on her feet. An honored veteran who was still able to prove that young fighters had a very long way to go. The pink-haired woman felt despair. After so many trainings. After so much effort. It was all in vain. She was still behind. And she still couldn't surpass her idol. How could she even get a chance to win? Charlotte closed her eyes wearily.

"Again. Why are you afraid to use your anger? You say you know how to turn anger into strength, but at the same time, you have simply suppressed your anger for the past seven years. Why?" asked Sintharia, sitting in the chair opposite Charlotte.
“I don't want to turn into a monster. Anger gives strength, but any wrong move can lead to losing of control. And losing control can be disastrous. I do not want it. I'm… afraid of it, ”she replied, looking down.
Sintharia laughed a little, causing bewilderment on the Frenchwoman's face.
“Is that all? Charlotte... Charlotte..." smiling slightly, the brown-haired woman closed her notebook, "you absolutely misunderstand everything. You are not afraid of losing control. You are afraid of power. You are afraid that this power will intoxicate you and you will get used to it. But, you know what? Remember this once and for all. Power alone is not to be feared!.."

"Fear instead, those who wield it!" she whispered aloud.

Opening her eyes, Charlotte clenched her jaw, although her bloody mouth remained open. Her breathing quickened, causing bubbling saliva and blood to seep through her teeth. She clenched her fists and put them on the mat. Accompanied by a grinding sound coming from her mouth, she lifted her upper body on all fours. If there was more pain than Charlotte was experiencing now, she was not ready to believe it. The tearing agony was in her body now. The Frenchwoman's eyes were about to pop out of her eye sockets as the pain caused her eyes to widen. She began to distinguish sounds around her. And she heard that the audience didn't believe that she is able to rise. They didn't believe she could continue. They didn’t believe she could prevail.

The Sand Lizard raised a fist slightly, then lowered it to the mat. She let out a painful groan. The young woman raised another fist and hit the mat again. She raised another fist and hit the mat. Faster and faster. She began alternately hitting the mat with two fists, while the moans of pain began to turn into a furious roar. The Frenchwoman pulled her knee up to her chest in order to put her foot on the mat.

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"UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR!!!!"

With a wild growl mixed with pain, she pushed herself with fists off the mat, climbing to her feet. Her body leaned back, it looked like she was about to fall again, but the young woman left her right leg back, finding balance. Her jaw was still clenched, and her mouth was still open and bleeding from the loss of a tooth. The Sand Lizard raised her shaking fists and assumed her versatile fighting stance. Her right fist was at the level of her chin, and her left fist was at the middle of her body. Only an idiot could think now that she was relieved of the pain. No. She felt pain in every cell of her body. But she was on her feet. And she was looking directly at the Amazon. And there was fire in her eyes. She was ready to die. But she was not ready to give up. With this thought, she began to approach her rival.

The Frenchwoman's heart was beating at supersonic speed, driving blood through her veins. Pain and rage mingled in her body, each supporting the other. Every fucking move made her suffer, but she kept going forward. In this ring, she only allowed herself to stop holding back her anger once, during her debut. The Sand Lizard almost lost that time, Lucy used more than one dirty trick and this fact literally made the martial arts master go berserk. And now, knowing that this may be the first and last chance to leave behind at least a small mark in history, Charlotte was determined to fight to the very end.

Approaching her rival, the young woman felt an irresistible thirst to pounce on Alaina and beat her until the American woman simply no longer had the strength to move. But it was just a whisper of anger and she shouldn't have succumbed to it. Knowing what Alaina was capable of, any rash move could be the last and rushing into a furious attack now was not the best decision. Even with a damaged hand, the Amazon remained the most powerful and dangerous woman in the life of Charlotte.

And this fact was confirmed when they came to close range. They launched an attack almost at the same time, Alaina's fist going to Charlotte's stomach, while her own right fist went to her rival's head. It was quite difficult to compare who received the most damage, especially considering that the martial artist felt another vomiting reflex when Alaina's fist crashed into her abs. The air rushed through her teeth with a painful hiss and she could only hope that her punch to the head was also good.

But before the pink-haired woman could continue her attack, the Amazon began to turn on her own axis. In less than a moment, Alaina's foot slammed into the martial arts master's belly, practically making her jump in place. Her legs began to tremble and Charlotte took a few steps back, then dropped to one knee. If it was boxing, the referee would have already declared her a loser after so many knockdowns, no doubt about it.

"Get up... get up..." she thought to herself.

She understood that the Amazon would not stand aside, both of them were not in a position to slow things down. Even with the fog in her eyes and the almost complete lack of hearing, Charlotte knew that her rival was approaching her right now. Sometimes even one second can decide the outcome of a match. Any pin was proof of this. But now it was not about the pin, it was only about the pain in Charlotte's body and time. Moaning again, she strained her legs and up to her full height, raising her fists again. For the audience, it may have happened too quickly, but it was an eternity for her. Hope is the last to die, and now she hoped that she still had time to focus on Alaina before the next blow of the mighty Amazon would destroy her.

The pink-haired woman herself did not understand why she rose to her feet again and again. Even now, when her bloody body was in pain, she still refused to back down. Of course, she's hardly the first newbee in the league to dare go up against the respected veteran. And everyone was well aware of how such clashes always end. It's just inevitable, some things never change, especially if there is only one person fighting to change. But even if she had to come to terms with this fate, Charlotte refused to do it with her head bowed.

That is why the martial arts master rose to her feet again, believing that her willpower is much stronger than fate. As she expected, her rival was already moving towards her. The young woman's vision was still hazy and she could only see Alaina. But she didn't need more. She raised her arms and took up a fighting stance, even though her hands were shaking with pain and fatigue. Now the Sand Lizard was sure that this was her last time. She will no longer be able to raise her fists if she falls on the mat again. She staggered, but she again began to approach the Amazon.

And it was then that the American woman decided to put an end to this match. Using her only good arm, Alaina decided to crush the young woman, putting all her strength and speed into this blow. The martial arts master understood that she simply could not dodge, her body was so exhausted that a roll or jump to the side was an unacceptable luxury, she knew that she simply could not find the strength to get back on her feet after that. And Alaina always surpassed her in physical strength, in another situation Charlotte would have been able to take this blow, sacrificing her face in order to try to return her own blow, but not this time, not after everything that happened in this match.

“You say that all the time before your matches, right, Margarita?” thought the Frenchwoman, closing her eyes for a moment. “Today I will say it too. To the dream!"

The young woman opened her eyes, putting her right leg back. Her rival's fist was already approaching her face, the audience, anticipating the end, rose from their seats, holding their breath. Everything that Charlotte felt at that moment was mixed into a single stream. Anger, dreams, hopes, confidence, despair. Now it was all one and it flowed through her veins, filling her with strength. The power she was going to use to defeat her rival at least today. Charlotte raised her left hand, which was at the level of her body, up.

There was a deafening clap, followed by silence. Even for those closest to the ring, everything was obvious. Alaina's fist was directly on the Sand Lizard's face. Several drops of blood fell onto the mat. The young woman's arms and legs trembled, as if they were in dying convulsions. The air around they became very heavy. If there was a place for special effects, then everyone could see a strange black and pink aura emanating from body of Charlotte.

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The martial artist's palms were crossed right in front of her face and her right palm, which was in front, was clenching the Amazon's fist. After the strain she experienced while holding back this blow, her muscles were sure to finally be torn in several places. But everything that she kept inside, not letting out for many years, for the first time allowed her to withstand Alaina's blow directly. Charlotte lowered her palms slightly to look into the eyes of her rival. She wanted the American woman to see all the rage and all aspirations inside Charlotte.

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And without any hesitation, she grabbed the wrist of her rival, pulling it towards her so that Alaina would lose her balance. At the same time, the martial artist was about to turn her left side towards Alaina. With a wild scream, she aimed her left elbow right into the face of the Amazon, trying to hit her with a reverse elbow strike!

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Perhaps these were very loud words, but Charlotte was preparing for this match, sparing no effort. Every single day, she strove to push herself to the limit, honing her skills and developing her body. She ripped the skin off her fists every damn day. She was preparing to enter the ring and prove to the leadership and veterans that they can shove their views down their own throats and choke on them. If you are a fighter with a warm heart and strive for the top, then no prejudice should be an obstacle.

With these thoughts, if she managed to stun Alaina and make her stagger back, she would let go of her rival's wrist. But that wasn't the end, Charlotte's eyes flashed as she took a step forward, waving her right hand. This blow was extremely dangerous due to the fact that it took time. Karen, who in turn saw it from one Englishwoman, told her about this blow. Using all her speed, Charlotte sent a supersonic wide right uppercut into the Amazon's solar plexus, intending to cause her not only to lose air, but also to kneel, or at least bend in half.

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Even for Charlotte, some things were difficult. But for this match, she learned and honed new moves. Today she was going to show that everything she had demonstrated before was just a particle of her true skill. And that today her fortitude will burn with a bright flame, illuminating the path to her aspirations! If the Amazon really tilted her head forward, then the pink-haired woman would have put her right leg back. But only to make her battle cry for the second time in this match!

"SHANNAROOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

Her scream was filled with rage, pain and passion, because these were the predominant emotions in her now. Using her left leg as support, Charlotte lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee. Concentrating all her rage and all her desire for victory, she was about to send a knee strike right into the chin of her rival, to finally knock this mighty Amazon off her feet!

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Each new blow literally forced Charlotte to act beyond her capabilities. Insane fatigue and a battered body every second tried to force her to stop. With every movement, her body trembled due to muscle pain, but she continued to strike anyway. She didn't come this far just to lose. She didn't enter this rivalry in order to become another rookie, who will only be a stepping stone for the veteran on the way to the top.

She trained every day, honing her skills for this moment and this combo she came up specifically for her rival. And now, when her knee crashed into the chin of the mighty Amazon, the Frenchwoman received a faint hope that all this was not in vain. As the American woman's body collapsed onto the mat, Charlotte's legs gave way and she involuntarily stumbled back. A sudden impulse of pain went through her body again, forcing her to bend down and place her palms on her knees.

The Sand Lizard greedily gulped air, trying to find at least some reserves within herself. A broken nose, a knocked out tooth, cracked ribs and every inch of skin covered in bruises were weighty arguments, the young woman's body was too emaciated. Gritting her teeth, she glanced at her rival, who was lying below. Even after this Alaina remained conscious, Charlotte noticed that her rival tried to rise. Even though she didn't succeed and her body remained lying, it only meant that she still had the strength to continue the match.

She was sure that many would call it ordinary luck that Charlotte was the one, who was on the feet now. This is how things are arranged here, Victoria has already told her about this many times. Many viewers, as well as the management, saw in the victories of newcomers over veterans nothing more than luck. This was so annoying to the Frenchwoman that she just wasn't ready to stop now. If all the blood that she lost today suggests that she is lucky, then the world has definitely gone crazy. Therefore, she continued to move, overcoming the pain. To show that she seeks to win not by luck, not by some inexplicable higher force. But only because she is a fighter who spares no effort in order to move forward.

Charlotte was fully aware that when she offered to make this match without any rules, it could not end well. But she couldn't even come close to imagining that there would be so much blood and pain today. Now she was moving solely through the desire to win. But the pink-haired woman understood that if she now lay down on her rival, trying to go for a pin attempt, then in case of failure, she would probably lose that faint ray of hope that was now holding her on her feet.

No. She shouldn't even think about it. The Sand Lizard was confident that she knew her rival well. And she was confident that the Amazon would break a pin, destroying the remaining hopes of victory. The Frenchwoman took a step to the side, grabbing onto the ropes near the corner. She staggered with every step, with every movement, but she bent down and slipped between the middle and upper ropes. She was sure that Alaina would break a pin, which means that now she had only one way. To the top of the cage.

“Mmmmgggghhhh…” Charlotte moaned in agony, grabbing the metal bars.

She could no longer control herself, the charge of rage that she awakened began to leave her, again giving way to that wild pain throughout her body. Tears ran down his bloody face, and saliva ran down his chin. Overcoming her own limit, she began to crawl upward. Despite all the efforts she put in, her movements were too slow, however, she hoped that this would be enough to rise at least a few meters before her rival was back on her feet. Only to victory. At least today.