>>9704253Through the slowly quieting roar of the crowd, impact could be heard, then two thuds. The diver was rocked, meekly squirming on the metal ramp as the commotion of backstage staff, muffled and incoherent. As she lifted her head, a crimson tether of bloodflow tied her to the surface, staining her hair as she turned her head, slowly. Behind those eyes, a light had gone out. She was breathing, and moving.
The other was breathing, but still. After a painful turn, pained yelps escaping the diver with each agonizing pull, her eyes fell upon the woman she struck. Flat, stiff as a board, hands up, fingers jagged and curled. The breathing quickened as another group of staff obstructed her view.
>(It was so stupid.)>(It was so fucking stupid.)>(Oh my God)>(I'm so sorry.)Both women were taken backstage. The match was ruled as a no-contest. [FIREBIRD] sustained a concussion and a minor knee injury. She'd vacate the IC title and be off TV for two months.
Her opponent was rushed to an emergency treatment center. She required immediate brain surgery. [FIREBIRD]-...
Margarita sat outside, drowning in guilt. In some divine slack, she'd be told that the surgery was successful. Not only that, with careful rehab, she'd actually be back to full function. The look on her face remained unchanged.
>("If that's what you think it takes to be the best in the world.")>("Are you aware of how little time you have left?")[7/8]
