Championship Celebration!
It was all a bit of a blur.

The past two hours after the match were full of screaming, cheering, bottles of champagne, camera flashes, hugs and kisses and----Finn's head was spinning, and spinning. He mechanically answered the reporter's questions, left some amazing bits of audio for the WWN to air, and he congratulated his teammates over and over again. This feeling of being a champion had been missed, it was overwhelming, and knowing that it was going to be his last championship was----the entire night was bittersweet.

The traditional celebration on the champions' pitch was well under way, merely an hour after the match had ended. Finn just thrown on some jeans and left his jersey on; it was going to take a lot for him to pry off his United jersey for the final time. He stood by the bar, having managed to sneak away from the more abrasive press that were making their way through the crowd.

Well then. He really should be feeling more excited than this. Finn took a long drink, leaned back into the bar as he continued to watch the crowd.