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

All is well that ends well. Ultimately, Eka wanted victory no less than Margarita. Therefore, the Danish girl had no reason for the negative, especially after the explanation from her rival about her words during the match. When a broad smile appeared on the face of the Georgian princess, Margarita's smile also became wider. She even allowed herself a slight grin as the brunette shook her finger in front of her face. Light passions, huh?

- Of course, - she agreed.

They will both be ready next time. So far, Margarita’s feelings have not changed much, she was still upset because of the loss of her debut. Only a very naive person would think that she would forget about it so easily and quickly. But by virtue of her character, she was determined to take a rematch. Next time everything will be different. But something told the pink-haired girl at heart that they would meet a little earlier than they would have a new match. Well, time will tell.

Eka let go of the Sea Star's hand and headed for the ropes. Margarita watched the brunette when she suddenly stopped. Does she want to say something else? Yes, exactly, that was exactly what it was. However, the Georgian princess, it seems, again decided to abandon this opportunity, only shortly wishing Margarita good luck. Although from one side it was even nice.

- Yes, and to you too, - the girl said softly.

Sea Star waited until Eka hid behind the curtains, after which she went to the corner and took her jacket. The hall was still quiet. Even after Eka left, no one showed the same support towards Margarita as it was at the beginning of the match. Well... it seems she really has to spend some time getting at least part of the public’s love. But that's okay. Maybe she did not have a special motto, but she always went forward and always achieved her goal.

The girl rolled under the bottom rope, threw the jacket over her left shoulder and headed for the curtains. People in the audience began to disperse, not waiting for Margarita to leave, but the girl tried to ignore it. The loser was not entitled to honors, such was the harsh world, there was only necessary to put up with. To put up? No. Margarita stopped in front of the curtains. There was fire in her soul. Even if you have to go through all these difficulties, she will defeat Eka and everyone else.

- I'll be back stronger!!! - she announced loudly, raising her right hand up and straightening her thumb and forefinger.

Someone met this promise with approval, and some with irony, but now it was all unimportant. The girl make a step and went down the dark corridor. She needed to take a shower and calm down a bit, this evening was exhausting enough. There was some movement ahead.

- Yes, I’ll meet her now, - Margarita heard Victoria’s voice, which a moment later approached her.

The manager was talking on the phone. She was about to hand out the phone to Margarita, but then she saw the expression on her ward's face. The Danish girl knew that on the other end of the line was her mother, who wanted to say that she was disappointed with her daughter. She was definitely not ready for this conversation. She barely managed to suppress her huge sadness, reducing it. Victoria looked at Margarita for a few seconds, and then said into the phone:

- She's busy right now. I'll contact you later, Miss Jorgensen. Good luck.
- Don't you dare hang up, Victoria! - Margarita heard from the speaker before Victoria finished the call.
- Thank you, - the pink-haired girl said shortly.
- How do you feel? - asked Victoria.
- Depressed... - the girl raised her eyes to her manager, - can you take me home, please?
- Karen will have a match now, I have to... - Victoria began, but again looking into Margarita’s eyes, she sighed, - of course. Karen can do it without me. Let's go to. You were great. Your path is just beginning, and I believe that you have a great future. The next time you win.

Margarita smiled and went with the manager to the locker room. That was just the beginning.