AV 21 Ouka Shumisen vs Charlotte Ravel

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"Maybe I should have prepared a whole bath of ice," Victoria tried to joke.
“Did you attend some special school of humor?" Charlotte asked sarcastically.

Charlotte was holding an ice pack to the back of her head using her right hand. Her left arm was not in the best condition, so Victoria took it upon herself. The manager pressed one bag of ice to the Frenchwoman's left arm and she pressed another bag to the ribs of her ward. Most of the young woman's body was covered with bruises. Charlotte looked as if she had been dragged through a meat grinder.

”I shouldn't have let you agree to this," Victoria shook her head.
“Do you think you could hold me from that?" Charlotte chuckled softly, but then clenched her jaw due to the pain in her ribs.
”Yeah..." the manager sighed, but then smiled, "it's unlikely, you've always been stubborn as a sheep.”

The match with Belinda was over. Charlotte was not mistaken in choosing a rival. She gave the Swedish woman everything she had. And Belinda did the same for her. There was no greater pleasure for the Frenchwoman than such a wonderful match. It was too early to judge this, since the young woman's head was busy with other thoughts, but it felt like this match was even tougher than the match with the Amazon at the previous Avalanche. It had been a long time since she had seen the audience support both fighters so ardently. Charlotte was filled with pride that she had the chance to share the ring with a woman like Belinda.

But it wasn't the end of the night. And her fight wasn't over yet. Her body needed rest. But not this time. After reaching the locker room and taking a shower, the Frenchwoman spent the rest of her time cooling the most damaged parts of her body and restoring some of her strength. Victoria kindly took care of the second set of clothes for her, so at least she won't have to go to the ring in old clothes that are completely wet due to sweat. Time passed much faster than usual and soon it was time to go to the arena again. She got to her feet and took a deep breath.

"It's time," Charlotte said, then headed for the door.
"Wouldn't your code of honor allow you to refuse?" Victoria asked.

Charlotte stopped, but didn't turn around.

“I could have refused,” she said, "but what makes you think I don't want that, Victoria? The summer Splash took away from me not only the opportunity to become a world champion. I lost my honor that day. And if not today, when else will I be able to start respecting myself again? During a fight, a fighter should only think about  one thing. About the destruction of the enemy. No emotions. No feelings. Pain, fatigue – it doesn't matter. Only one thing is important. Victory. When your body is bleeding and it seems that it is impossible to even move a finger – an ordinary person will give up. But a real fighter will cross the border of their capabilities and continue to fight. This is the basis of a real martial art. They can take away my chance to become a champion, they can take away my alias, they can take away my honor. But I'm a real fighter, Victoria. And that they will never take away from me.”

The Englishwoman adjusted her glasses and nodded, after which the Frenchwoman left the locker room and headed down a long corridor. She'd be lying if she said she was going to step into the ring and kick her opponent's ass without a problem. Belinda literally put her through hell. And she left every bruise on Charlotte's body with obvious diligence. And now the Frenchwoman knew that she would have to use all her skills in order to get a chance to defeat Ouka. The advantage was on the side of the red-haired woman. But hardcore could help Charlotte to change that. She had a plan. She stopped in front of the curtains and took a deep breath. Perhaps the most difficult challenge was waiting for her ahead. And she was ready.

Entrance Music:

Attire:

Her music started and Charlotte came out from behind the curtains. Should she save her strength? Definitely. But for the sake of those who supported her, she made several punches in the air to the beat of the music, after which she raised both hands above her head. Has it ever happened that a fighter holds two matches in one night? Even if there was such a thing once, the memory of it has already been lost. The audience and fans greeted Charlotte with loud shouts and applause. Someone thought she was presumptuous, but those who really supported her knew that she was here because her body was no less strong than her spirit.

The young woman started down the ramp. Almost with every step she took, she felt pain in one part or another of her body. But there was a smile on her face. They say that crying is not always bad, especially because of the pain. But instead, she chose to please the audience rather than give them cause for concern. After signing several posters and taking several photos, Charlotte rolled under the bottom rope. Getting to her feet, she headed to the center of the ring. And a moment later, a familiar voice rang out across the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Could anyone have expected something like this? After such an outstanding match, another one awaits you. This time there will be no talk of rules here. This time, only uncompromising hardcore is waiting for you!! Greet for the second time the one who did not refuse the challenge! The one who was not afraid to enter the ring for the second time in one night! The noble fighter of AFW!!! CHARLOTTE!!!! RAVEL'!!!!!”

The pink-haired woman bent her left arm and moved her elbow back, and at the same time she raised her right fist above her head, accepting warm greetings from the audience. Ouka did a good job during the promo. She did everything to make the audience want Charlotte to accept this challenge. But did she take into account that the Frenchwoman also wanted this? Anyone can run away with their tail between their legs. But not everyone is able to find the courage to agree to accept such a challenge.

When the audience calmed down a little, the pink-haired woman greeted the referee and headed to her corner. Leaning back, she put her hands on the top ropes and took a deep breath. A fighter's life is filled with challenges. Here, in AFW, many believed that there was no tougher challenge than a title match. Charlotte was willing to argue with that. She didn't get a title match on this Avalanche. But instead, she got two matches at once with two rivals who, according to their skill level, were worthy of being on the same level with the champions. And even though there was no golden belt at stake today, Charlotte knew that her match with Belinda and her match with Ouka would be remembered as well as the title matches of this Avalanche.

When the other music started and the red-haired woman stepped onto the ramp, the arena seemed to explode. As during Charlotte's entrance, the hall was filled with shouts and applause. This once again emphasized how important and large today's event was. The Avalanche is not just a name of the event. This is a real opportunity. For the audience, this is an opportunity to see the best of the best. And at the same time, it is an opportunity for wrestlers to test their own strength. Someone saw other things in it. Someone wanted to become famous. Someone wanted to make money thanks to a big show. But Charlotte saw only one thing in it. For her, it was an opportunity to face a strong opponent.

It wasn't hard to see that Ouka was brimming with confidence. She approached the ring without the slightest hint of doubt. Were there any reasons for this? Certainly. The only question is, what exactly are the reasons? Was Ouka too confident in her abilities? Or did she realize that after the match with Belinda, Charlotte did not have the power that she could have had if she had come here with fresh forces? A lot of questions. And there are too few answers. But the Frenchwoman did not even try to find answers to these questions. A match was waiting for them ahead. And she was going to prove that she was a real fighter. Prove to whom? First of all, to herself.

The pink-haired woman didn't say anything when she heard Ouka's first words. To be honest, she didn't quite understand her opponent's behavior. Perhaps it was because Charlotte had some problems understanding other people's feelings. And even now, she wasn't quite sure why Ouka was acting so cocky like it was fair game? However, the Frenchwoman also decided not to look for an answer to this question. They'll find out soon enough. As she liked to say, only a match can show the truth.

The young woman was about to push away from her corner to go to the center of the ring. But she didn't have time to do it. Because right after the American woman got into the ring, she immediately went to Charlotte. And, it seems, Ouka had absolutely no respect for other people's personal space. She literally pressed her chest against Charlotte's, while there was no more than ten centimeters between their faces. If they were outside the ring, Charlotte would probably be embarrassed by the subtext. But here it didn't bother her at all. She steadfastly listened to everything that Ouka wanted to tell her.

"I see," she said, then tilted her head forward to bring her lips closer to the red-haired woman's ear, "but why do you think it won't be me who spoils your big night?"

Charlotte was indeed a calm, reasonable and in most cases unflappable woman. But she had pride. And if Ouka thought that she had the opportunity to try to intimidate her with such cheap tricks, then this is not so. The Frenchwoman was here for the match. And no matter how it ends, she was going to do everything necessary so that no one would forget this night. Neither Ouka nor the audience. Should she have pushed her rival away? Perhaps. But before she could do it, the referee girl came up to them and stretched her arms between them, trying to push them apart in different directions.

It was the Avalanche match, not a fight in the alley, and therefore it had to start properly. Therefore, Charlotte went to the center of the ring. Looking into her opponent's eyes, she pressed her right fist to her outstretched left palm, and then made a short bow. The code of honor was a part of her life and she wasn't going to give it up.

"Don't get cocky, Ouka," she said, "Belinda was a worthy opponent, but I saved my strength for you too. May the best woman win."

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte took a fighting stance. The right leg was pushed back a step. The right fist rose to the level of her chin. The left fist remained at the level of the middle of the torso. Charlotte turned her left side slightly towards her opponent. She was ready, which she announced with a nod to the referee. It was a challenge. It couldn't be called anything else.

The hardcore match. Almost immediately after another tough match. and she knew how dangerous her rival was. Charlotte had already realized that Ouka was not at all concerned about either the circumstances or Charlotte's condition. She was only here to beat the Frenchwoman because it would allow her to make her name big. At the same time, Charlotte was here to test herself. She wanted to get back what she had lost on the Summer Splash. She wanted to feel again that she was worthy of being who she once was. She wanted to become the Sand Lizard again. And the path to this goal will begin with the ringing of the bell.

It was starting to get really annoying. Recently, Charlotte has managed to meet a lot of new women. And, as if by an unfortunate coincidence, each of them had a very bad character. First Ragna, then Adrian, and then Juri is like the cherry on top of the cake. The Frenchwoman did not like such narcissistic people. But now she was ready to admit that Ouka had surpassed them all. And something told the pink-haired woman that this was not just a stage image. Every word out of Ouka's mouth was filled with pompous self-confidence.

"Try repeating those words when I'm done with you, Ouka," Charlotte said in response to the words of the red-haired woman.

They both adopted fighting stance. The referee girl looked at them one by one, and then raised her hand. Charlotte took a deep breath. This year has been incredibly difficult. She preferred not to think about such things, but now she was ready to admit that she had made a big step forward. This year she not only took part in the match for the world title. She's been through a lot of tough matches this year. She faced some of the best and toughest women. She agreed to take part in two matches at once on one PPV. It really was a difficult and eventful year. And now the last challenge was waiting for her.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

Under the loud shouts of the audience, Charlotte began to move in time with the movements of her rival. She wasn't in a position to act with a hot head right now. Feeling the pain in her muscles and realizing the fact that she was far from in the freshest form, Charlotte was determined to stick to her plan. She was sure that the Japanese woman absolutely did not care about the fact that her opponent had gone through another match less than a few hours ago. And maybe it will be Ouka's mistake. And Charlotte had the opportunity to check it out when her opponent finally rushed into the attack. And, of course, Ouka's first attack was accompanied by a new barbed phrase.

"Talk while you can..." thought Charlotte, frowning slightly.

It was important for her to understand exactly what Ouka's first attack would be. The young woman began to sway on her toes, at the same time trying not to miss a single detail. And then the Japanese woman's right shoulder leaned forward. It seems she was going to check how confident Charlotte is on her feet. The pink-haired woman took a sharp breath, and then her left leg shifted forward and to the left. This was the very opportunity that could allow her to start implementing her plan. The main thing is to use this opportunity correctly.

Ouka was hoping to test Charlotte's strength. But Charlotte was determined to demonstrate her speed. And so she was going to take a diagonal step forward and to the left, dodging her opponent's shoulder. So what was her plan? Was she just going to jump around Ouka? No, absolutely not. Everything was completely different. Along with her diagonal step, Charlotte was determined to throw her right hand forward. Those who knew her well enough could assume that it would be a punch in motion, because it was the basis of her style. But no. Not today.

Charlotte directed her right hand not at Ouka's face, but at her neck area. She was going to try to grab her opponent's throat, and then squeeze all five fingers so hard, as if she was going to break the cartilages of the Japanese woman's trachea. But even that wasn't her real attack. It was just a way to get Ouka distracted. Charlotte knew that such a sudden pain causes the brain to enter a state of shock.

And if that really was the case, then she would have clenched her left fist and turned her body to the right. She intended to make three punches. A left hook to the area of the lumbar vertebrae. A left hook to the area of the thoracic vertebrae. A left hook to the area of the cervical vertebrae. What was Charlotte's plan? She intended to do something she had never done before. She intended to put all her strength into maximizing the brutality and power of each of her attacks. In this way, she was going to equalize their chances. After all, if she quickly cripples the red-haired woman with such dangerous and cruel attacks, then the fact that Charlotte has already gone through a difficult match will not play any role.

Everyone has their fight. Sometimes it's just one fight. But sometimes it happens that this fight lasts a lifetime. It was Charlotte's case. In this she was very similar to her best friend from Norway. And yet, the reasons why they were both fighting were completely different. Each match was a step on the path of self-improvement for Charlotte. After she was kicked out of her family, she didn't know any other life. For a while she fought for no apparent reason. But when she came to AFW, she finally found a purpose. She stumbled on the way to this goal. This summer, she tasted ash in her mouth. But now, more than ever, she was determined to move forward.

This was especially noticeable when she attacked her opponent. It was no secret to anyone that Charlotte never broke the established rules and that they never stooped to using dirty tricks. And for those who have always closely followed her matches, it was no secret that she always tried to gradually increase the pace instead of constantly acting actively. But not this time. She didn't have the opportunity to act smoothly today. Either her. Or Ouka. And Charlotte has already made her choice.

Dodging her opponent's first attack, the Frenchwoman grabbed her by the throat, and then put almost maximum strength into three subsequent punches. Every time her knuckles touched Ouka's spine, Charlotte's determination increased. It wasn't her style, but in order to win, she was ready to do whatever was necessary. And if she has to break this Japanese woman's spine, then she will do it. After the third punch, she felt for a moment that Ouka was ready to fall. But, to her surprise, this did not happen.

Ouka not only stood on her feet, but also quickly adjusted. Her attempt to loosen Charlotte's grip was very weak, so the red-haired woman quickly changed tactics. She raised both hands up, folding her palms into a lock. Charlotte had already swung for the fourth punch, but she didn't have enough time. What can be called a double axe handle landed on her hand, with which she held Ouka's throat.

"Gh!" Charlotte breathed out painfully as a resonance passed through her bones.

Despite her composure, she couldn't keep her right palm clenched. She was forced to let go of her opponent's throat. Her right arm refused to work properly because of this powerful blow. Charlotte understood that her bones and muscles needed a few moments to get back to normal. But who said she needed a hand at this moment?

Instead of retreating and regrouping, Charlotte took a deep breath. Her opponent's back was still in front of her and this was a good reason to at least try to continue the offensive. And the pink-haired woman just had a suitable option. She wouldn't have enough space to use any kick from her taekwondo arsenal. But it was pro-wrestling. And this should never be forgotten. The Frenchwoman was going to push off from the mat with force, jumping up. The young woman was going to bend her knees and then straighten her legs in the direction of her red-haired rival's shoulder blades! It really was a standing dropkick! She was going to send Ouka to the ropes and even hoped that this would be enough to throw the Japanese woman out of the ring!

Almost every movement was given to Charlotte with great effort. Of course, she had no doubt that she would face great difficulties, given the circumstances. She didn't have enough time to train her stamina and endurance but she still tried to do her best to prepare for two matches in a row. But now, when she finally faced it for real, the Frenchwoman realized that this was the most serious challenge of all that she had to go through.

The realization of this only pushed her harder to act actively. Perhaps her plan to weaken Ouka as soon as possible was not the only possibility, but the young woman believed that this was her best chance to win. Therefore, she was determined to stick to this plan, at least as long as possible.

Ouka certainly wasn't going to just stand there and wait for Charlotte to cripple her. A hard strike on the Frenchwoman's hands was proof of that. It was obvious that the red-haired woman was very stubborn. But who says Charlotte is less stubborn? Despite the pain, she used her legs to push off the mat and send the dropkick right to her opponent.

Charlotte exhaled painfully when she fell on the mat, because her body perceived any damage much harder than usual. But, nevertheless, her move was successful. She looked up just as Ouka reached the ropes. Charlotte took a deep breath and started to get to her feet. However, then she stopped. The reason for this was that her opponent slipped between the ropes in order to leave the ring. The Frenchwoman's lips pursed slightly and her eyes narrowed.

"Do you want to play tag? Well..." she thought.

The young woman was in a low-start position, and she took advantage of this. Charlotte rushed forward, approaching the ropes. The audience in the hall began to make noise. Perhaps they thought it would be a suicide dive. However, she had other plans. Without slowing down, she intended to grab the top rope and then push off from the mat.

She wanted to soar into the air and feel the gusts of wind on her face. Once, when she first came to AFW she was sure that she would never use aerial techniques. But everything has changed. After all the matches she went through, after all the pain she went through, she became the best version of herself. And now she was going to point her elbow towards Ouka and, like a spear, smash her heads with the help of a spectacular slingshot elbow smash!