[Standard Match] Margarita Jorgensen vs Amber Addison - Let The Star Fall

Now it really looked as if the match had come to an end for the Danish girl. Although she possessed more than impressive physical strength for a girl of this height and build, this did not mean that she was capable of handling such powerful attacks well. Her rival seemed to understand this as well, taking advantage of the Sea Star's stunned state to squeeze even more power out of her with a heavy attack before  the pin attempt.

Due to severe pain and lack of oxygen, she had an unpleasant noise in her head that made it difficult to concentrate. But, nevertheless, she heard everything that was happening around. She heard the crowd screaming in anticipation of the end of the match. She heard Amber's words. And, most importantly, she heard the second clap near her head.

Perhaps this was the very moment when you just need to relax and give up resistance, because there was nothing shameful about it. Just another defeat. Life will not stop there, as she has heard many times. And, like after the other two matches, she will simply leave the arena and go home. This thought was really trying to get hold of the Danish girl's head. But instead of relaxing, she clenched her fists.

“THR...” the referee's hand began to drop.

The pink-haired girl jerked to the side while straightening her grasped leg. Just in time. The Sea Star, lying on her left side, lifted her head and a faint but sincere smile appeared on her face. The referee's hand was raised. And this hand showed only two fingers. She stayed in the game, it wasn't another defeat yet. Maybe it was just her stubbornness, but she was going to fight until the very last moment.

“You stayed in the match, you are great, everything will be all right,” Margarita mentally praised herself.

As they say, if you don't praise yourself, then no one will. And now the Danish girl needed at least a little encouragement. After a very successful start, things completely changed direction. And she didn’t hear the third count only because the strength of the spirit overcame the pain in her body. But that was not enough. After all the damage she received from her rival, the Sea Star was unable to keep moving after she broke the pin. She needed at least a little time to pull herself together.

But she didn't get that time. The pink-haired girl heard Amber's words, but she was too weak to say anything to that. In addition, even if she had the strength to give an answer, it is unlikely that she would have received this opportunity. Because the American girl wasted no time at all, she was already behind the Sea Star. And even before the young girl had time to do anything, her rival wrapped her legs around her waist, and then squeezed her neck, depriving Margarita of the opportunity to breathe.

Involuntarily, she threw her hands up, trying to grab Amber's hand and loosen her grip. When she tried to inhale, only a tiny amount of air entered her lungs, it was clearly not enough. Tears again came from the eyes of the Danish girl due to weakness and pain. She began to twitch from side to side, there was nothing to hide here. Due to her proximity to defeat, she experienced a slight panic attack. She did not want to lose and tried to find at least some way out of this situation.

But, it was worth admitting that her rival acted masterfully. Of course, there was a possibility that she did it for other reasons, but most likely she simply understood that after such a pin Margarita was just one step away from defeat and therefore decided to simply squeeze the remnants of strength out of the Danish girl. Margarita would most likely do the same. So she perfectly understood why her rival chose this method. It was more than commendable.

Although, no matter how much the Sea Star was ready to praise her rival, this would not make her position better. She could already feel the rumble in her head. Thousands of needles ran through her hands, and then she felt a strange lightness. Along with this ease, she realized that her fingers began to relax. The oxygen in her lungs began to run out and she began to faint. It was obvious.

"Gggghhhhh…” she moaned through clenched jaws.

How to get out after such powerful attacks? It seemed that she had been preparing for such things for a long time, but as a result, she was still not ready. The girl's eyes began to roll. She desperately began looking around for help. But what help could there be in a standard match? If it was hardcore, there would probably be a baseball bat or something like that lying around. But now there was nothing around except the ropes, which now seemed so far away...

"What do we say to the hopeless situation?" the former actress suddenly asked herself in her head. "Fuck off or I'll kick your ass!"

Right. This is not the time to give up. Damn, the ropes were really far away. But if she doesn't try, then what's the point in her entering the ring? To do even a little less than the maximum was not Margarita's style. So there was only one option. Gathering all the strength and will in a small ball, the Sea Star tried to keep consciousness. She jerked sharply to the right side, and then applied whatever she had left in order to jerk in the opposite direction. You might be surprised, but even actors study physics. And if she managed to take the torque, she would try to keep it, continuing to try to roll to the side. Yes, she didn't have a chance to break Amber's lock, but if she manages to roll out of the ring and fall with her rival, she will have at least a small chance to live in this match a little longer.

The only hope that Margarita clung to now was the hope that she would have enough oxygen to roll out of the ring. Her consciousness was not stable, she felt that she was about to faint. For a moment, her gaze was covered with a white veil, and then for a moment the silhouettes became clearer. And so in a circle. The only thing she knew for sure was that she had to get to the edge of the ring in order to throw herself and her opponent onto the hard concrete floor. There is still a little more.

When the edge of the ring was only a few centimeters away, she was ready to believe that she coped. And it was at that moment that she felt the grip on her throat and waist loosen. A whole bunch of sensations washed over the former actress when she began to fall. A sudden surge of oxygen hitting her head. The realization that she is falling alone. And the anticipation of a collision. It was difficult to describe exactly how she felt now. Only the result was known.

"Uuumm..." she moaned weakly as her body collapsed onto the concrete.

She was hit hard with the right side of her body, especially her right arm, which took on the main impulse of the fall. Due to inertia, the pink-haired girl involuntarily made several more rolls to the side. Then her body finally stopped, although Margarita did not take any part in this. She put her left hand on the injured area of ​​her right hand, trying to lull the pain, but of course it was useless, it was just a natural reaction of the body.

The Sea Star tried to control her breathing, because after a lack of oxygen she wanted to breathe a lot and deeply. But she knew that this was hello to hyperventilation, and that could not be allowed. How much it hurt after all. From the moment she missed the advantage, she only was getting the damage. Maybe someone else could be proud that he can take on so much. But for Margarita, this was not an achievement. It seemed that after the fierce attacks of her rival, her entire body seemed to go through a wood chopper.

"Margarita, get up... the referee will start counting if you won't..." she thought.

Right. If she just keep to lay here, then she will still lose, and everything she went through will be in vain. She had to get to her feet. The former actress wiped the tears from her face, she didn't want viewers to see her like that. How painful. If her head were not spinning now, it would be at least some kind of joy, but, unfortunately, the young girl's head seemed to be torn to pieces.

She bit her lower lip and rolled over onto her stomach. When she tried to get down on all fours, a painful spasm went through her body, causing her to let out a quiet groan of pain that she had no control over. She closed her eyes for a moment and took her one breath. She must rise. The Sea Star let go of her injured right hand and placed both palms on the concrete floor. One more breath. Margarita pushed off and got to her feet, even though she was in a half-squat now. One more breath. With an effort, the young girl straightened up to her full height.

Weakness began to overcome her and she staggered. She had to put her right leg back in order to find balance. Now she needed to turn around and climb back into the ring. Her head was about to explode in pain, but she knew she had to. And she turned around. The former actress's eyes widened. And then there was practically nothing.

As soon as she turned to face the ring, Amber's body crashed into Margarita's. It looks like this American girl was very good at aerial techniques. Even the fact that she crashed into Margarita was enough now. But that was only the beginning. The ground was knocked out from under the feet of the former actress, her body leaned back and she began to fall again. And if it seemed to her that her fall from the ring was painful, now she had a different opinion. More precisely, it would be a different opinion if she could think.

She collapsed on her back to the concrete floor, hitting the back of her head hard. And in addition to this, the body of her rival pressed down on her from above. She was ready to spit out her lungs at this moment, the pain was unbearable. But it only lasted a moment, because she didn't even cry out. The Sea Star lay without the slightest sign of movement. Only her chest barely perceptibly rose and fell, and her fingers twitched slightly due to painful spasms. Her consciousness was somewhere far away. Or close? Even she didn't know it. The only thing she felt now was pain. Pain without the ability to move, the rest did not matter, even about was she conscious or not.

They say that in a dream you practically feel nothing. But then why was she in so much pain? Perhaps this was a sign that the young girl was still conscious. But even if this was the case, it only raised new questions. Why doesn't she see anything in this case? Why is there only darkness before her eyes? And why did it happen like this? Questions. Questions. Questions. Unanswered questions.

A small white dot appeared in the midst of endless darkness. And this dot gradually began to increase, it became bigger and bigger. At the end there was a bright flash and finally the pink-haired girl came to her senses, if you can call it that. The sounds around her were barely audible, but now at least there was not white or black in front of her eyes. Margarita looked at the lamp above her head with an empty gaze. It was a bit like sleep paralysis. Her consciousness had already returned to her, but she could not move. Surely there was only one lamp on the ceiling? It looks like she had a concussion after such a fall, as the silhouette was either one or there were several of them.

Suddenly, the chains that held her back loosened and she felt, as if with a snap of a finger, an opportunity to move. Consciousness fully returned to her and gained control over the body. And along with this, the pain intensified many times. The Sea Star's first reaction was that she grabbed her chest with both hands and turned on her side.

"Kha! Kha! Kha!" she coughed.

It felt like a fire was placed inside her chest. She felt pain with every breath and it made her cough. Her whole body shook like an aspen leaf. Despite the fact that there was a fiery pain in her chest, she was cold, her body was incredibly weak.

"Calm down... calm down... you have to..." she kept repeating to herself in her head.

"TWO!"

What? What was it? Right. Because of the pain and almost complete loss of consciousness, she forget about where she was. She was not in the ring, she was outside. And, accordingly, the referee began to count. The former actress's head was pierced again by a thought when she visited her right before Amber slammed into her. She must return to the ring. There was just one small problem. She wouldn't be surprised if several bones in her body were broken. At least it felt like that. And although she could move, her brain prevented her from doing so. This is a natural reaction of any organism. When you subconsciously know that movement will hurt you, your brain will do whatever it can to make you stay where you are.

"THREE!"

If Margarita did not know that thousands of people are looking at her now, she would have burst into tears. But she had to stay strong. And she had to prove that she was capable of more than just losing. She need to move. Move! Move!! The young girl bit her lower lip again and removed her hands from her chest.

"It hurts... it so hurts..." she thought.

"FOUR!"

Unfortunately, time never stands still, especially when it comes to a match and you are outside the ring. The pink-haired girl raised her head, now the ring seemed far out there... as if they were separated by a whole continent. Trying to make every effort to contain the painful moans, the girl got up on all fours. At that moment, her hands trembled so much that she just fell back on her stomach. It seems that victory can be forgotten, her body has taken too much damage.

"FIVE!!"

Half the time has already left, and she did not even budge. Perhaps another person in her place would ask, where her rival was now? But Margarita was not very worried about this question. It seemed obvious to her that after she lost the advantage, the American girl was a few steps higher, not to mention her condition, which could not even come close to compare with the condition of Margarita. Perhaps she should just relax, pass out, and wake up at home or in the hospital. At least in this case, the pain will be a little quieter.

The Sea Star bit her lower lip so hard that a thin stream of blood ran down her chin. No, she can't give up. She couldn't even get on all fours now. And she didn't feel any support. But none of this was a reason to give up. She worked every day as an actress and she worked every day as a wrestler. She can't give up. This time she couldn’t hold back a groan of pain, but she bent her arms in elbows. She moved her right hand forward and then pulled her body forward too. She moved her left hand forward and then pulled her body forward too. She began to crawl towards the ring like a wounded soldier under fire. She can't give up. She won't give up.

"SIX!!"

The path is never easy. At least that’s what she’s heard all too often lately. If the path was easy, then you were just lucky. Well, maybe there really was something in those words. And if this was true, then now the pink-haired girl had no reason to think that she was lucky somewhere in this match or in all the previous ones. The path she was trying to make by crawling along the concrete floor with her elbows was thorny, but not easy at all. After being used as a punching bag for the last minutes, getting to the ring just couldn't be easy.

She was no longer paying attention to the ongoing counting. Despite the tenacity with which she continued to move, trying not to lose consciousness again due to the pain, she already did not care if she got to the ring in time or not. However, one fact quickly enough changed this opinion. Finally, the Sea Star figured out where her rival was. It was very difficult not to notice the American girl, who, unlike Margarita, rose to her feet at least partially.

Judging by how much she staggered, her condition was not much better than Margarita's. If the former actress had time, she would have wondered how this could even be. Because during the latest time, except for the last dangerous jump, her rival was busy only with softening the body of the Sea Star by blows and throws. Perhaps this took too much of her strength, and perhaps the landing after the jump was not the most successful. Although Margarita would have questioned this, given that she had to crawl on her elbows after everything.

But, be that as it may, the sight of the American girl walking to the ring made the former actress clench her fists harder. Her grip was so strong that she felt pain from her own nails digging into her skin. How tired she was. Not only because of the pain in the whole body. She was tired of misunderstanding. Was the opponents always so strong or was she always so weak? She couldn't believe that she should start asking Victoria to look for matches against the weakest people in the federation. And she couldn't believe that her training was not working at all. Well, there was only one way to fix it all. Well, or at least to try.

"Not today..." she muttered to herself.

When the same story repeats itself in a circle. When you have to read the same book every day, then sooner or later you will come to the conclusion that you need to burn this damn book. Well, that's about what Margarita wanted to do before the match. Perhaps if she had changed into a black suit and succumbed to all the feelings that were with her here from the first day, maybe everything would have gone differently. But thanks to the person who believed in her, she decided not to burn the book. She decided to turn the page. And now it was time to write the first line on a blank page. She just have to get to her feet, get back in the ring and kick this girl's ass.

Of course, it sounded much simpler than it actually was. But Margarita had something that no one else could have. Hard forehead. In both senses. Stubbornness was an integral part of the Danish girl, she did everything against logic all her life. And now, when, perhaps, only a naive person continued to think that she had some chance, she was going to prove that everyone who does not believe in her is wrong. The pink-haired girl slammed her fist on the concrete floor and strained her arms to get up on all fours.

"Uggghhhhhhh..." she moaned through clenched teeth, the pain too intense to remain silent.

The light green eyes reflected a whole set of feelings that now flooded Margarita. Anger, determination, despair - all this is just a small part of what she felt now. But now it was even good. Perhaps if not these emotions, she would have simply collapsed under the weight of pain. But instead, Margarita got up and took a step forward. Yes, she still fell after this step, pain literally hit her on the head every time she made a sharp movement. And perhaps this would be enough for another person to humble. But not for her. She got up, she took a step, she felt pain, she fell. And so it went on until the moment when she fell right in front of the ring. Damn. Why does the body ache so much? Instead of answering, she heard the count. She has only two moments left. The cold ran down the back of the former actress.

"Get your ass up!" she screamed in her head.

When she tried to get to her feet, her head began to spin again, it seems, she almost came to the limit. A person is able to endure pain, but sooner or later, this pain may simply turn off the brain for the safety of the body and mind. In order not to fall, the Sea Star grabbed the lower rope. It was at this moment that she heard the ninth count. Putting all the rest of her will into her legs and arms, she jumped up while pulling her body forward. These forces were enough for her to make two rolls. The young girl was lying on her back, arms outstretched wide. She closed her eyes, gasping for air. She didn't like this trip. But what was the result? Was it worth it? And was there any point in her persistence or the hell she went through was important only in her dreams? The pink-haired girl opened her eyes. The referee showed nine fingers. A faint smile was on Margarita's face. No, so far this hellish path has not been traversed in vain.