The Man of Her Fight

Part 1

The crowd at the arena in Austin, Texas is ready.

A woman who paved her way,

And carried her physical, mental, and spiritual scars with her

to the top of the division.

Before the crowd knew it,

the lights directed their way to

her flaming orange hair.

Their chants echo throughout the arena,

their loud and excited cheers rang to her ears.

There is she,

strutting down the ramp,

holding her prized championship over her shoulder.

The championship belt she cherished,

The light shining on the gems of the belt,

With the large "W" shown bold and clear,

The title itself was one she fought too hard and long to get,

the one she finally called hers.

The weighs her down just slightly,

but she doesn't mind.

She is here for a fight,

she longed for a challenge,

longed for someone to step up.

She hoped she would finally get it,

further proving her place as the top dog,

the top fighter of her division.

She enters the wrestling ring,

in between the middle and bottom rope,

her mind still longed for a challenge.

It's not long before she stands by the ropes,

her back to the commentators,

With one thought lingering in the back of her mind.

"I've been protected for far too long," she said to herself.

"I can't take it, I long for a proper fight."

Her words weren't a lie,

She tightened her grip on her championship as she waited anxiously,

Waiting for someone to come down to fight her.

Who would challenge her?

Her eyes directed to the black titantron,

With one thought plaguing her mind,

her current toughest opponent,

was patience.

Before she knew it,

the lights around her switched off,

Furthering her impatience to fight someone,

However, none didn't matter to her,

she was still self-proclaimed as,

the man of her fight.