>>19472812Paule remembered her fundamentals. As coach told her, she needed to be cautious when someone climbed to the top rope, dodging a splash was as good as punching someone in the face, those were ring smarts. Then a German Suplex, the same move that she practiced because she thought Kanako would find it cool. She went for the pin, and that was not enough, so she decided to try again that weird front headlock she practiced when she tried to imitate Carmody's Pepsi Plunge. After closing her eyes and applying enough pressure. Finally, Beaber tapped out. And for the first time, Paule stopped and listened to the crowd.
So many people, some happy faces, some angry faces. There were children, teenagers, adults, and grandparents. She hadn't bothered to look at the crowd until that moment. Paule had only been focused on what was in front of her...Zunigoth, Blue Hands, CIABATTA...and Beaber. The noise, the lights, the emotions, the crowd. Now it was her moment. So she decided to raise her arms and scream:
>I DID IT!>I WON!As if it was a bandaid for the previous pain. For the first time since arriving in Spaghetti Town. Paule cried with happiness.
