[Standard Match] Margarita Jorgensen (D) vs Eka Guramishvili - We Will Rock You

Margarita was usually driven by recklessness. From childhood, she noticed that the world works according to the rules. Everything should take its course. If one thing happens, then you must do so. If something else happens, then you need to do something different. And when Sea Star fully realized this, she ceased to obey the laws of logic. She stopped thinking about most of her decisions, preferring to act immediately after the first thought appeared in her head, even if this thought was crazy.

However, now she was far from driven by recklessness. In another situation, she would crawled to the ropes due to banal obstinacy, even at the risk of injuring her arm. During preparation, she repeatedly heard that submission holds cause injuries much more often than throws. The throws were mainly aimed at severe stun, and holds were created exclusively for pain. But now she was crawling to the ropes because of a deep sense of resentment. Who was she for Eka at all? Gritting her teeth, Margarita jerked her leg, reaching for the bottom rope. The referee ordered the Georgian princess to release Sea Star and after a few moments the girl felt freedom.

Taking a deep breath, she rolled onto her stomach, and then sat on her knees, applying her left hand to her injured right hand. The girl’s right hand hung like a rag, Margarita felt that even the movement of her fingers gives her terrible pain, as if all the muscles in this hand were torn. Sweat dripped from her face, and her long pink hair turned into a sticky mass of individual curls. And then Eka's words came to her ears. Margarita looked at her with red eyes, in which vessels burst due to recent tension.

- What? Are you... you ... are you mocking me? - as if unable to believe in the words of the rival, asked Margarita, taking breaks between the words in order to inhale.

She was not naive. She did not believe in miracles, although she did not doubt the existence of the world of unicorns. However, it was no secret for Margarita that in the ring, the fighters are fighting, not drinking tea. Here people beat each other for the sake of victory. And the problem was not Eka's holds, which she applied to Margarita. The problem was in her fucking advice to tap after she got the advantage.

- At first... you advise me to tap... right after... you managed to get the advantage... and now you... you... - now Margarita’s voice began to tremble, anger and resentment mixed in her voice, she wanted to say a lot, but she she again found the strength not to say what she wanted, she did not want to make her debut negative.

Swallowing her anger and resentment, the girl rose to her feet, releasing her right hand and clenching her right palm into the fist. This gave her another portion of pain, only her willpower did not allow her to show it. This match definitely went in the wrong direction from which it began. The Danish girl was disappointed. Perhaps she also should after each kick and throw, advise Eka to stay down? She would not feel bad because of this, but rather was delighted, right?

Margarita pushed her sticky hair back and took a step forward, spinning around her axis to the right side. Her right hand was not in the best condition, so the best choice would be to use a kick, and it would be even better to use a double kick to disorientate the brunette first and then deal a crushing blow. It might have seemed that Margarita even raised her leg for a kick, however, she almost immediately put that leg back on the floor, using it as a support in order to push herself forward and send her left fist to Eka’s face with the sudden superman punch.

At a certain point in time, Margarita thought that her move worked exactly as it should. Her foot collided with Eka’s head and the girl even took a step back. Sea Star did not relax, but was sure that she had received a few moments in order to regroup and at least get on her feet. Perhaps a certain role was played by her inexperience. Still, for the young Danish girl, this was the first real experience in a fight.

On the one hand, her whole life was a fight. What? Do you dislike something? BAM, BITCH! Get out of my way. That is how the girl solved most of the issues in her life. Margarita more than anything else values ​​her own freedom and sees no reason to be silent while someone is trying to prevent her from living the way she wants. But now there was no street brawl with another bastard who decided that it would be a great idea to try to humiliate a defenseless girl.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her lack of experience that she was absolutely not ready for Eka to completely ignore the kick from Margarita and send her own leg directly to Margarita. The girl cried out again and was stunned by the arrival of another pain. She grabbed at the bruised place, but there was very little time, and so she did not have time to calm down her pain. Instead, she felt like Eka was working on her, turning her body over.

“It's can't...” - flashed through the girl’s head.

But even before she could finish her thoughts, her legs were blocked and her face was clasped by the hands of the Georgian princess. The pink-haired girl could not even open her mouth to scream. It was as if an electric current had passed through her body. Her face, her neck, her back, her legs. Everything was literally burning due to pain. Even her hand, which received a very traumatic hold, was on fire. Drops of tears appeared in the eyes of the Sea Star, she was terribly hurt.

“No, Margarita, you cannot lose!!!” - she shouted in her thoughts.

She tried to use her hand, which was not damaged. She used it as a support in order to somehow change the position of their bodies. However, blocked legs and terrible pain in the other hand destroyed this escape plan. She was full of strength, her stamina was much more. So little time has passed. Despite the floor covering her body, she knew that she could last longer. But then why is it so painful? Why does her body scream in pain ?!

Margarita did not even hear the sounds that were in the hall. She did not even see anything in front of her. Not because there were tears in her eyes. But because she refused to accept what was happening. She quit her promising career as an actress. She threw it in order to see those who would be happy to look at her. She was obliged to win today. Then why no one else supports her? Why did she start a match so successfully with an experienced fighter, and now she has to moan in pain? Why is she forced to watch her dreams crumble before her eyes? Why the hell does it hurt so much? Not. She can't lose. Not today. She had no right to lose her debut. She had no right to give up after the words of Eka that injured her much more than any of the holds. She tapped out.

For most, ringing a bell would be a saving sound. For Margarita, it sounded like a court sentence. She felt Eka disengage her grip and the elegant brunette's body rolled to the side. Margarita's arms and legs fell to the floor of the ring, and her face fell too. There was a ringing silence in her head and in the center of that silence one thought sounded, which was repeated an infinite number of times: “I lost. I lost my debut”.

Her right arm, legs, face, neck and back continued to exude pain, but she seemed not to feel it. There were frozen tears in her eyes, but her gaze were completely empty. A rumor began to come back to her. She heard the audience chanting the name of the winner, while Margarita's battered body lay below. A lump formed in the girl’s stomach, she felt that she was about to vomit. A shame. A terrible shame. To get such hot support from the audience at the beginning in order to completely lose it in the end. Nothing could make this evening even worse. Oh? What is it? Margarita's body flinched, and her skin became goose when Eka touched her back.

Sea Star seems to have hastened to conclude that nothing will make this evening even worse. Hearing the voice of the Georgian princess, Margarita absolutely lost the thread of what was happening. She no longer understood whether the brunette continued to mock her, only now not because of her advantage, but because of her victory, or did she really think that her words were a care? The pink-haired girl rolled with a groan to her back, her empty gaze directed to the spotlights on the ceiling. Did she fought very well? Eka didn't want to make her cry? Will she be alright? Margarita was in the pit. A deep pit without light. A pit dug by three shovels. Without realizing it, she raised her injured arm up, opening her palm, as if she wanted to take a spotlight, as if it were the sun. She desperately needed a light that would illuminate the path from this pit. But she knew that no one would give her that light. She no longer understood what she should feel now.

- Why did you advise me to knock after your successful hold? You wanted to take pleasure and emphasize that you got the advantage? - asked Margarita, looking at Eka, her voice was hoarse and somewhat desperate. - Did I really deserve that attitude? Did I somehow mock you after my kicks and punches?

Margarita put her hands on the floor and tried to rise. The joints in almost all parts of the body still hurt after the spectacular holds of the Georgian princess. Margarita's legs buckled and in order not to fall, she was forced to grab the ropes. Somehow managing to straighten up and feeling that she was standing on her feet more or less firmly, she again looked at Eka with red eyes because of tears. With her intact hand, she wiped her eyes from tears.

The realization that she lost and that in the near future she is covered in shame has already completely reached the mind of the girl. She was shamefully trampled into the mud, like her dreams of a successful career start. However, Margarita was honest with herself and didn't denied that Eka’s victory was honest. Vae victis. Honor to the winners and woe to the vanquished. She knew that the winner did not care about the defeat of the newcomer to the opening. Of course, why someone should think about this when everyone wants victory? But Margarita sincerely did not understand why she was forced to suffer even more due to bullying by her rival. If it was a match between friends or lovers, then she could understand the advice or jokes at the level of "you should lose, baby, we both know which of us is better". But they did not spend a single minute in a more intimate setting, and therefore for Margarita, all of Eka’s words during the second half of the match and after her victory were nothing more than mocking.

Each word of Eka reached Margarita as if through a very long pipe. On the one hand, she definitely heard some dissatisfied intonation in the voice of the Georgian princess, which once again made Margarita doubt the sincerity of everything that was happening. Was the pink-haired girl supposed to be happy with the advice to tap, or the fact that she lost? Was her desire to find out the reason why she received all these words from Eka unfair? Damn it, she just was upset. Upset by the loss and upset by the situation that, in her opinion, has developed here.

On the other hand, it seems that the brunette was honest in her words. And her advice was some a strange... care. But even this did not explain whether it was a sincere care or just an leniency for an inexperienced debutant. It was too much for Margarita. Now she is completely confused. All her feelings were mixed into one incomprehensible cocktail: initial joy and enthusiasm, the bitterness of defeat, frustration due to the words of the opponent, misunderstanding of the meaning of these very words. Now the Danish girl wanted to fall through the ground.

Rising to her feet, she almost fell, only the fact that she grabbed the rope saved her from this. But she saw that Eka darted towards her, holding out her hand. However, the brunette stopped, not touching Sea Star. Margarita herself did not know how she should relate to this. If it was that weird care, then it was relatively touching. But if it was a banal pity to a battered child, then she had reasons to consider it an insult. But what is it? Why is Eka's face sad? Anger and sadness in Margarita’s soul gave way to emptiness. She has an overabundance of emotions. And as soon as she thought about how she would get out of this hole, her head began to hurt. She did not even know if she felt a desire to take revenge on her rival in a rematch or not.

Eka opened her mouth to say something, Margarita even raised her left eyebrow a little, she really wanted to hear something that would explain what was happening. Why is the brunette looking at her like that? So many questions. And so few answers. The Danish girl had no idea how she should relate to what was happening and Eka herself. However, the Georgian princess, apparently, changed her mind, because she did not say anything. Margarita closed her eyes and sighed heavily. She was about to turn around and leave, she had nothing more to do in this ring.

“What?” - she thought when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eka come a little closer again.

Margarita looked at the outstretched hand, and then looked at the eyes of the Georgian princess. Seriously? After all this, does she offer a handshake? Sea Star was no longer sure of anything. Or she was dumb as a traffic jam and could not understand what Eka was trying to convey to her. Or the Georgian princess herself did not understand what exactly she wanted to express in the direction of Margarita. Her right hand was trembling, maybe some might think that the pink-haired girl was overwhelmed with anger, but in fact she still felt pain, it seems that her muscles suffered much more than she had expected. The pink-haired girl was an unpredictable person whose views could change extremely quickly, but she knew that the victory of the Georgian princess was honest. However, the question remained open. Margarita did not know if she wanted to shake hands with a man like Eka. Victory can be crystal clear, but what's the point of showing respect to someone you don't think is a good person? Trembling due to pain Margarita's right hand rose, and she shook the hand of her rival, trying to smile slightly.

- Enjoy your victory, Eka, next time I will definitely defeat you, - Margarita said, giving a promise to herself, to her rival and to all the audience in the hall.