[Charity Standard Match] Margarita Jorgensen vs Alaina Sanders - Blurred Borders

A small white dot appeared somewhere very far in the middle of the darkness. This point began to become larger and larger, and only when this white spot completely filled her eyes, Margarita realized what it was. She regained consciousness. And it was at this moment that the Amazon pressed her to the mat, grabbing her leg. The red-haired girl closed her eyes again, now since she was here again, pain filled her body. It seemed to her that her legs were broken in several places, and her back seemed to be torn apart after the bomb that Alaina presented to her.

"ONE!" the girl heard a clap near her head, and then the screams of the crowd came to her, they repeated the count after the referee.

It all ended before it began. The thought pierced the Danish girl's head as the hand of the striped shirt lifted up to clap again. All this happened too quickly, but the former actress did not even notice it. The pain that filled her body, as well as a terrible sense of humiliation, was all she could think of now. And yet the referee was counting too quickly.

"TWO!!"

No one could answer the question she was now asking herself. Why? Only that was important to her now. Margarita did not believe in fate. She hated to think that someone could control a person's actions. No, she always made decisions on her own, no one ever controlled her. The Danish girl has completely deliberately abandoned a brilliant career as an actress in order to be here. To give smiles to people and become the one for whom they come to the arena. And despite such a simple and crystal clear desire, she was forced to watch her dreams collapse before her eyes. The striped shirt raised her hand a third time. The Danish girl's eyes were wet. Her body refused to obey the orders of her mind. The referee's hand began to go down.

“No, I will not leave here trampled into the mud, not like after my debut...” she thought.

Even realizing that she would not be able to continue the match, Margarita with force jerked to the side, rising her left shoulder from the mat. The young girl's heart was beating slowly, her strength was almost gone, her body was too damaged. Only the pursuit of her dreams allowed her to refuse to accept defeat. The referee's palm was already on the mat.

"THREE!!!"

Her wet eyes turned glass again, through pain the girl raised her head to look at the referee's hand. The striped shirt showed the count three. At that moment, a lump came to the throat of the Danish girl, she felt a gagging gust. Pain. Unbearable pain. Not in the legs and back. In the soul. The red-haired girl covered her face with her hands, hiding the tears that began to roll down her cheeks. Today the striped shirt was counting much faster than usual.

“I did it on time… I didn't lose…” she whispered to herself, denying reality.

But there was one thing that confirmed that it was the most real and shitty reality. This thing sounded a few seconds later, completely killing the former actress's last hope and breaking her heart.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

After the Danish girl turned on her side to break the pin, she stayed in the same position. She wanted to fall through the ground at the moment when her rival got to her feet and raised her hands up, allowing herself to be declared the winner. Margarita could not believe that after everything that she had to endure today, she didn’t have a split second to interrupt the count, which was being sounded by the referee.

She heard how spectators rejoice at the victory of their hero, but this did not please Margarita at all. Indeed, she also came here to give them a reason to smile. The former actress was even ready to come to terms with the fact that she would have to do this match without any support. But she was not ready for the fact that the opponent would be such a disgusting person. The voice of her coach sounded in the head of the Danish girl, who said that it would be a good experience, that Margarita would face one of the most respected members of AFW in the match. Really? Why should she respect the Amazon?

Wiping tears from her face, Margarita slowly took a sitting position, her back was still in agony, not to mention the condition of her legs. And at that moment her rival held out her hand to her, saying something about the fact that Margarita almost had her a couple times. Something clicked in the mind of the Danish girl. Memories brought her back to her debut match when Eka told her to give up before it was too late. But even then, she was able to at least partially accept it. But now…

“You…” Margarita's voice trembled with anger and resentment.

She raised eyes red from tears and rage at Alaina. Was she trying to completely crush the remnants of the light side in the Danish girl in this way? Margarita remembered how Eka looked at her blankly when Margarita told her everything she thought. Why does everyone think that an attitude to Margarita as to a doormat and wiping feet on her it's okay? Why is this bitch pretending to be a saint now, offering help after she trampled her in the mud? Because she's a newbie? Yes it's true. And is it really because of this that Margarita ceased to be a person who has feelings?

“You…” the former actress stuttered because of the emotions that washed over her, “what do you even think about yourself? I... I..."

Margarita's fists involuntarily clenched, and her body trembled. In her eyes there was a real hatred for the person who held out the hand to her. It was difficult to say whether this was an exaggeration or not, but now the Danish girl was sure that she had never in her life hated someone more than Alaina. Most of all, it looked like Margarita would hit the woman standing in front of her.

"You enjoy of yourself, yes?" she asked as if spitting out poison. "Enjoy while you can."

With these words, Margarita rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope. When she landed on her feet, she almost fell as her legs buckled, the pain in her knees was unbearable. However, she resisted. Beaten and humiliated, she went to the curtains. As much as she tried to hide the pain, she had to limp. The only thing Margarita could do now was not to look anyone in the eye. Going under the vile "buuuu", she wanted to die.

"I'll rip her head off for what she did..." the Danish girl promised herself in her mind.

Going backstage, the first person she saw was Victoria. The manager looked like she was at a funeral. Ironic. In exactly the same way she met the Sea Star after her debut, that time Margarita hugged her and asked to take her home. Now the former actress took a step forward by removing the red wig from her head. Now her pink hair could breathe freely. She threw the wig on the floor and walked past her manager, who could not find the strength to say anything, realizing how badly her ward is now at heart.