Still Standing (Spoilers)

[Sarah Andrews-Cross]

The sound of the ten count to a close met her ears...The crowd erupting into a round of cheers as she gazed towards her defeated opponent...Her sister, whom she had battled with for the better part of 40 minutes almost...Her eyes remained locked onto her for the first few moments of the time where she slowly realized she was victorious...Grueling...Tiresome...Damage done to both of their bodies over and over again as they went full force at each other without mercy...Her music blared over the PA system at high levels as she attempted to catch what breath she could after the tiresome bout...She could feel her brother approaching the spot where she stood motionless...The look on her face showing one of shock...She herself was surprised at what she had done. She had to admit that she had doubted herself in the making of the match up...She knew Casey to be much more unforgiving and relentless in things and figured that would work to her advantage. Yet she fought on...Never staying down when Casey let loose with her most vicious of assaults...

Seconds later she could feel her hand being raised by her brother who had seemingly called a flawless match...Right down the middle as much as he could...Seconds after it being raised, and the roar of the crowd reaching it's peak, she felt her arm released and fall lifelessly to her side...She watched on as her sister began rising to her feet...Slowly with the aid of the nearby ring rope...Slowly raising her arm towards her brother, seemingly she pushed him away...As if to suggest that this was between Casey and she...And only them...She awaited her sister's reaction as she could see the scowl on her face alread forming...

[Jynx]

Casey slowly made it to her feet, clutching her ribcage from the pain accumulated from the match up. She had lost. She failed. She was disgusted with herself almost. She couldn't believe she lost to...Her. The fire in her eyes showed just how much she was not enjoying this moment as she slowly found herself at an upright stance gazing across the ring at her sister standing as if she was waiting for something.

What was she expecting exactly? A hug? A moment where two sisters came together a long drawn out battle that truly wasn't over by any means? She was sadly mistaken. There was no way Casey would let things end this way. No way. She slowly began walking in her direction, the music her sister used for an entrance theme slowly beginning to fade into silence. The crowd coming to a hushed silence as she did so. Moments later she was feet away from her sister, the frown on her face growing in size as she watched their brother make his exit, stepping to the side of the ring, leaning against it as he watched on. She knew he wouldn't leave Sarah unguarded. That was a given. Her sister was seemingly awaiting her to make an overture towards her. Something to end things. Something to put them on the same page where they had NEVER been in life prior to now.

[Sarah Andrews-Cross]

She couldn't lie to herself. Casey was her sister and the fact that they had resorted to such things against one another bothered her to no end. It was all she could think about every second of every day. How to end it. WOULD it ever end and if so what would it take before they both realized that it was all pointless and meaningless.

It as all she could do to stop herself from reaching out to Casey and hugging her like she used to do so many years ago. Years ago when she looked up to her for everything. Idolized her. She was everything to her then before things began to chance. Before Casey began to chance.

A quick glance outside of the ring, and she noticed Cross leaving the ringside, his eyes downcast as he slowly made his way to the entrance ramp, beginning his trek backstage seemingly. His eyes never laid eyes upon the two of them again as he continued on, soon he was out of their sights, as Sarah turned back to Casey, noticing a devious smirk forming on her face as she swallowed hard at the situation at hand...

The scene was entangled in silence by this time...Not one word being spoke by either woman as they both continued to stare endlessly at the other...

[Jynx]

Ultimate silence. That's all there was. There was not another invidual present in their minds in this entire building. Casey's steps bringing her closer and closer to the spot where her sister stood awaiting her reaction. She could almost feel her breathing patterns. A blank look on Casey's face, clearly keeping Sarah "out of the loop" as far as Casey's true intentions. Then without notice, an assault was unleashed in Sarah's direction, an unexpected punch sent for her sister's face. Sarah's arm instinctively raises in defense off setting the strike. Immediately the exchange of strikes between the two estranged sisters begin. The crowd instantly jumping to their feet once more as it seems the two women were far from done with each other.

The brawl was back and forth, strike after strike to the other woman continued on. Their efforts were as vicious and as forceful as they had been at the beginning of their bout nearly one hour ago. It was a stalemate. Neither woman backing down as their efforts almost cemented them in the very areas they battled on in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching from home.

Before long the war began to slowly take a toll on both women, their attempts at ending the war draining them both by this moment, as the punches sent toward one another clearly slowed in momentum. Instinctively Casey saw an open opportunity to gain a slight edge, her arm extending quickly as she clawed away in the direction of Sarah's eyes, the crowd booing in response instantly as Sarah's hands rose on instinct, moments later Casey once again reaching down to the depths of her will, rushing her sister full speed head on and then...

[Sarah Andrews-Cross]

A sudden rush of pain to her abdomen was felt as she could feel herself falling back onto the canvas. Instantly she knew the position she was in with the roar of the crowd ringing in her ears through the entire ordeal. There was no time to reel in pain over the spear she had just received, as Casey's fists began to reign down on top of her only seconds later it seemed. Slightly covering her head from the attack, Sarah knew what Casey was going for now. Ending it once and for all. Her punches and efforts to inflict further damage on her was more prouncounced and violent with each strike, the crowd was calling for her to do something at the moment in time.

Then without thinking on the matter, no premediation at all, something came over Sarah...Something primal almost...A natural un tapped instinct perhaps, as her hands themselves began returning the assault inflicted upon her moments before. From a laying position, the punches were now being equally exchanged, resulting in an even louder eruption from the APW faithful present tonight. Her facial expression was one of rage and fury...One of absolution and vengeance even...Her counter strikes were eventually enough to slightly halt the attacks from her sister, her balanced had become almost unstable, clearly still shaken up from the preceding match, and within moments Sarah had now mounted her in the kill position, her attacks becoming more and more rapid with each strike. She was relentless with each and every punch, blow after blow, all the while the audience ate every single second of the brutal encounter up, cheering Sarah's assault on with each passing second...

[Jynx]

Casey could feel the back of her head crashing against the canvas below, over and over again. Her arms were waving back and forth wildly, not able to mount a counter strike of her own as Sarah's strikes continued to reign down upon her....Seemingly never ceasing in velocity nor strength. Seconds later she could feel a slight wetness on her face. A liquid matter between the punches sent at high speeds towards her face. She knew exactly what that liquid was. Her blood. Her own life force being pummeled from her person over and over again. A blank and almost comatose look remained on her face as she endured the pain from the assault, noticing the rage in Sarah's eyes. She had seemingly snapped from it all and had no intention of stopping anytime soon she could see. Then...

[Sarah Andrews-Cross]

...Suddenly Sarah could feel her body being snatched from the mounted position into the air with ease. Still kicking and swinging in her sister's direction, as the APW officials had rushed the ring once again in this battle for supremecy between siblings. Her eyes remained locked onto Casey laying almost motionless on the canvas below. She was enfuriated, beyond anger is what she felt over the situation she had to endure for years and years of her life. That? Was over. NO more. No more would she be a victim for Casey, Cross, Crystal, Ashley or anyone else for that matter. If it was brutality they wanted, then it would be just that they recieved.

The security team as well as the APW officials who had come to Casey's aid crowded the women, making sure to put as much distance between them as possible. Sarah's attack mode ensued, still attempting to mount another attack upon her fallen sibling, as her words and proclaimations of vengeance continued with each passing word from her mouth.

Moments later the team had removed Sarah from the ring, still receiving more than a few choice words from her while doing so, while other APW officials attempted to validate the status of Casey who lay in a pool of her own blood by this time, slight convulsions ensuing the entire time as she stared blankly at the ceiling above the arena. As she was ushered back up the entrance ramp, Sarah knew...Despite the assault...Despite her winning this battle....That the war was far from over...And Casey wouldn't die...That easily...

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