Ambre had just lost her match and was heading to the locker room while her opponent was celebrating her victory. She sat down on a bench, sighing heavily in pain, her body hurting extremely after being thrown around so many times. She stroked her back and rubbed her shoulder, thinking lightly of everything that happened in that game.
She thought back to all the blows and taken that she suffered but also to all the blows that she could give. She was so close to winning this match and yet she lost, why? Lots of excuses came into the French head, she was perhaps less enduring or had taken too many blows, if she lost it was only because her opponent was simply better than her.
The frustration was slowly disappearing from Ambre who was beginning to accept her defeat and to find her opponent quite incredible for having beaten her and having tired her so much, the match was tight until the last action!
She giggled softly before moving towards the sink to wash her face, the match had made her sweat a lot and it was probably the hardest match she had had since the beginning of her career as wrestler.