Post by Sarah Andrews-Cross on Sept 8, 2007 21:05:48 GMT -4
...A rush of pain to her head, instantly catching her off guard as she could feel her body falling back onto the canvas below, crashing near the turnbuckle as her eyes close briefly...They remain closed for a few moments until she could hear the faint sound of the bell ringing...It was a brutal match up just as she knew it would be, and the way her body felt at this moment in time told that tale perfectly, as she breathed heavily, a smile slowly forming on her face, just as the small rise in the fans adulation had begun as they too realize what she had only moments ago, despite securing two pin falls during the contest...She had done it...Her goal she set for herself some 8 months ago had finally come to reality...
She frantically repositions herself into a on all fours position, the smile on her face was enormous as she raised her head slowly toward the crowd, reaching out taking a hold of the top rope to assist herself in returning to a standing position...Instantly her facial expression was shown on the titan tron above the entrance to all of the fans present on this night in APW's short history. A look of accomplishment...A look of perseverance as she turned to quickly notice the APW official who had refereed the match up approaching with his arms extended to her...In his hands the one thing she had her eyes set on the entire season...APW's Rose Title...She was speechless as she stared endlessly at the piece of hardware being handed to her, leaving the referee staring at her reaction for a few brief moments, before her arms slowly extended themselves...Taking the title into her grasps, cuffing it with her hands, bringing it close to her chest area as the faint facial expression of perhaps a few tears began to show. She glanced up towards the official, as if wanted for confirmation that this was reality...That this wasn't some cruel joke the gods were playing on us or some not so funny nightmare of hers...The sound of the crowds cheers for both of the women who took part in this match must have been explosive, but for Sarah it was as if that title in her arms was the only thing in existence as she glared down towards it, the smile growing once more across her face, just as the referee steps forward, assisting in her strapping the belt around her waist...Instantly the crowd erupting into a massive chant for the competitors in the match just concluded moments ago, rather than just the newly crowned champion...
IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME...IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME!!!...IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME!!!...
By now the tears of joy were streaking down her face as she glared out over the sea of thousands showing their appreciation for the effort put forth on this night. Slowly turning and facing the nearest turnbuckle, she slowly removed the title from her waist...Climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and raising the Rose title above her head as high as her arm could reach, her opposite hand clasping her abdomen area as the pain accumulated from the match still lingered slightly. The cheers and chants continued on, at an almost deafening rate through the arena for the few minutes Sarah spent on that middle turnbuckle. She had done it...Even in all of the doubts of herself through the season...Through all of the accomplishments she didn't set out to capture...Even through all of the doubters...Her dream was finally realized on this night...
Following her small moment of celebration, she climbed down from the turnbuckle, still grasping the title as tightly as she possibly could in both arms, her eyes instantly coming in contact with Jennifer's across the ring...She knew the war was far from over...She knew Jennifer would be using that rematch clause written into the contract for the match just concluded. A deep breath taken, before her steps began towards Jennifer. She had taken Sarah to her limits on a competitive level. There was no doubt about that. She soon found herself mere feet away from where the now former Rose Champion stood, staring aimlessly into the woman's eyes as the chants STILL reverberated through the building, almost as if shaking the foundation itself.
Slowly shifting the title to a position laying over her shoulder, she slowly extended her hand in Jennifer's direction. A show of good sportsman ship...Of respect...As well as admiration from one of her own personal influences in the business they both called their livelihood. Her hand lingered for a few moments, awaiting the response extension of her hand she hoped she would see moments from now...
She frantically repositions herself into a on all fours position, the smile on her face was enormous as she raised her head slowly toward the crowd, reaching out taking a hold of the top rope to assist herself in returning to a standing position...Instantly her facial expression was shown on the titan tron above the entrance to all of the fans present on this night in APW's short history. A look of accomplishment...A look of perseverance as she turned to quickly notice the APW official who had refereed the match up approaching with his arms extended to her...In his hands the one thing she had her eyes set on the entire season...APW's Rose Title...She was speechless as she stared endlessly at the piece of hardware being handed to her, leaving the referee staring at her reaction for a few brief moments, before her arms slowly extended themselves...Taking the title into her grasps, cuffing it with her hands, bringing it close to her chest area as the faint facial expression of perhaps a few tears began to show. She glanced up towards the official, as if wanted for confirmation that this was reality...That this wasn't some cruel joke the gods were playing on us or some not so funny nightmare of hers...The sound of the crowds cheers for both of the women who took part in this match must have been explosive, but for Sarah it was as if that title in her arms was the only thing in existence as she glared down towards it, the smile growing once more across her face, just as the referee steps forward, assisting in her strapping the belt around her waist...Instantly the crowd erupting into a massive chant for the competitors in the match just concluded moments ago, rather than just the newly crowned champion...
IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME...IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME!!!...IRON ROSE!!!...FREE SPIRIT!!!...ONE MORE TIME!!!...
By now the tears of joy were streaking down her face as she glared out over the sea of thousands showing their appreciation for the effort put forth on this night. Slowly turning and facing the nearest turnbuckle, she slowly removed the title from her waist...Climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and raising the Rose title above her head as high as her arm could reach, her opposite hand clasping her abdomen area as the pain accumulated from the match still lingered slightly. The cheers and chants continued on, at an almost deafening rate through the arena for the few minutes Sarah spent on that middle turnbuckle. She had done it...Even in all of the doubts of herself through the season...Through all of the accomplishments she didn't set out to capture...Even through all of the doubters...Her dream was finally realized on this night...
Following her small moment of celebration, she climbed down from the turnbuckle, still grasping the title as tightly as she possibly could in both arms, her eyes instantly coming in contact with Jennifer's across the ring...She knew the war was far from over...She knew Jennifer would be using that rematch clause written into the contract for the match just concluded. A deep breath taken, before her steps began towards Jennifer. She had taken Sarah to her limits on a competitive level. There was no doubt about that. She soon found herself mere feet away from where the now former Rose Champion stood, staring aimlessly into the woman's eyes as the chants STILL reverberated through the building, almost as if shaking the foundation itself.
Slowly shifting the title to a position laying over her shoulder, she slowly extended her hand in Jennifer's direction. A show of good sportsman ship...Of respect...As well as admiration from one of her own personal influences in the business they both called their livelihood. Her hand lingered for a few moments, awaiting the response extension of her hand she hoped she would see moments from now...
