A/N: If you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand. I've seen your face before my friend. But I don't know if you know who I am. And then something something lyrics…it's all been a pack of lies, blah blah blah.

So, let's see we left off in the previous chapter with Dewey hitting the Dewey Driver and an Elbow Drop on Webby for the potential win. I can tell you that this may or may not be the last chapter in this story for the time being. If I decide to write another match, I'm not sure if I'll put it here and advance the overarching storyline involving possibly more members of Clan McDuck, or if I'll make separate stories that just kinda tie together. However, this will be the last chapter for this particular match, so you will get to see how it all ends tonight. (It ends tonight, just a little insight…okay enough songs lol)

Also, BIG shoutout to Caetlyn27 for reviewing this story. I truly appreciate your review and wholeheartedly agree with your sentiment, haha. Anyways, onto the thing.

The ref's hand hit the ground once.

The ref's hand hit the ground twice.

…

The ref's hand was millimeters from hitting the ground a third time when Webby's arm shot all the way up and over, throwing the crowd directly into an all-out scream-fest. Tens of thousands of fans ejected themselves from their seats in shock and awe. The reaction shook Camping World Stadium to its core. Webby Vanderquack is still in this match.

Realizing this after a few seconds, Dewey rose to his knees and gave the referee an incredulous look, wiping more blood from his beak. There was no way she could have powered out of that in any way whatsoever. That elbow drop was the coup de grace. The piece de resistance! Webby's shoulders had to have been down for the 3 count! But no. The referee herself insisted that she counted two.

His expression slowly changed from "how did she kick out of that" to "I know she did not just goddamn kick out of that!" The Webby chants grew ever louder as Dewey turned around and once more eyed Webby, who was left limp on her side. How the hell is she still in this match? More importantly, just what was it that he needed to do to put her down for good? She found a way out of the Ankle Lock. She was still conscious after the Dewey Driver. She kicked out of the biggest Elbow Drop in the entire world! Three, count them, three finishers weren't enough to neutralize the threat. What was it gonna take for him to seal this match shut and walk out of WrestleMania with the Title in his hands?!

It took one of the many reiterations of the name "Webby" from the crowd for him to reach his answer…a Spear. Webby's own finisher used against her. Maybe, just maybe, that was the only was to secure this match. The crowd had decisively turned against him, so he decided it was time to play that up a bit by giving his opponent a taste of her own medicine. He backed up into the corner to size up his shot.

Mauro Ranallo: Launchpad…you don't think he's going to…

Launchpad McQuack: I do, Mauro. I do very much think he's going to.

The Webby chants died down once the crowd realized what was happening. A handful of uh-oh's quickly turned into a chorus of boos as Dewey grabbed the ropes behind him, leaning forward. Webby began to stir, making her way back up to her feet as slowly as could be. Dewey's eyes grew desperate. "Stop taking your damn time!" he yelled, breaths in between each word, urging her to get up just so that he could put her away himself once more. The moment Webby's feet touched the ground, Dewey released himself from the corner, ready to pounce harder than ever before. Launching himself at full speed, he charged.

Mauro Ranallo: What an emphatic statement this would be if the One and Only were to put away Webby with her own maneuver!

Webby turned around with enough time to at least realize what was going on. All she saw was Dewey charging at her ready to strike. But she was still only half-conscious. Out of pure instinct, Webby let out a feral growl as she brutally knocked Dewey up the beak with her own knee at the exact same spot from which she earlier drew blood. Dewey tumbled to the floor, eyes glazed over, as Webby stumbled back on her rear. It was only then when she regained full consciousness, realizing what she had just done. The sound of crowd was driven right back into her ears at full volume.

Mauro Ranallo: WHAT A KNEE TO THE BEAK OF THE CHAMPION!

Launchpad McQuack: This could shift the momentum instantly!

Mauro Ranallo: Webby's back into the corner, poised to strike!

Webby scrambled back into the same corner Dewey was in earlier, immediately preparing to once again attempt her Spear. She quickly fell back into that intense demeanor. Every heavy breath she let out was filled with powerful rage that increased with each one. That rage hit its peak when Dewey rose once again, tending back to his beak. Webby did not hold back. She launched herself at him with more power than the last one and more speed hoping to catch him for good this time.

All Dewey could feel resembled a piece of lumber swinging right into his torso, crushing him into the ground. Webby crashed to the floor beside him almost driving her own head into the ground. A thunderous bang came from the floor of the ring which was met with an instant cry of jubilation from the stadium! Dewey's legs flew up from impact and Webby quickly pulled them back over his shoulders, hugging them tightly to her chest, securing the pinfall.

One!

Two!

Mauro Ranallo: MAAAMMAAAAA MIIAAAAA! THAT SHOULD HAVE DONE IT! THAT SHOULD HAVE DONE IT BUT IT DIDN'T! LAUNCHPAD?!

Launchpad McQuack: …

Mauro Ranallo: …LP?

It was almost as if it was natural. Natural, as in Dewey's legs flying back into the air out of Webby's tight grip and back to the floor. Webby literally felt not just the World Heavyweight Champion's legs, but the World Heavyweight Championship itself right within her grasp. And at the referee's count of 2.99, she felt it get vacuumed right out of it. She crawled back, a look of pure disbelief on her face, panting heavily through the resonating chants of "This is Awesome!" There was no way any of that could have happened. That Spear should have been it! That Crossface from earlier should have been it! Thinking frantically, she decided that maybe one Spear wouldn't do the trick, but a second one would destroy him for good. She reared herself to the corner once more.

Mauro Ranallo: Well, as my broadcast partner remains frozen as a statue, Webby looks like she's about to deliver another Spear! And this one has to put him down for good!

Another intense look. Another sizing up of the opportunity. Another self-poising, ready to strike once more. Another set of heavy rage-filled breaths. Dewey rose again, clutching his stomach. His beak was now dripping with blood. But that was the least of his worries. He was not going to let himself get speared in half a second time.

Webby charged once again. But this time, Dewey just let himself fall to the floor, leaving Webby to leap at an empty target. But the second she realized there was nobody home, she felt a pair of hands grabbing her right ankle. She fell to the floor face first with a thud, feeling her ankle getting twisted back into the air upon impact. The crowd let out another cry of shock as they saw Dewey rise up with Webby's ankle in his grasp once more.

Launchpad McQuack: OH MY GOD!

Mauro Ranallo: The Spear was countered right back into the Ankle Lock! Dewey was lying in wait! He had her scouted so well!

A sea of no's resounded from the crowd as Dewey twisted and wrenched at Webby's ankle, this time more vigorously than before. Webby frantically flailed her arms reaching and reaching for the ropes. She eventually regained her composure and focus and began fighting through the pain, which was nagging at her ankle sharply as ever. She slowly inched and crawled her way to the ropes, using her free leg to help her. Dewey tried yanking back the leg a couple of times to slow her down, causing her to yelp in the midst of her shrill screams. The pain was ever more present. The referee was once again asking if she was ready to tap. And it seemed this time as though she was. Dewey relentlessly twisted it over with all his strength, further maximizing the pain.

But Webby was no pushover. She wasn't going to let him get one over on her like this. She began fighting through the pain once more, slowly crawling toward the ropes with much more effort. The closer she got to the ropes, the louder his grunts grew, which resulted from pulling her back. Webby gritted her teeth as she found herself a fingertip's length away from the rope. Dewey employed all his strength to keep her from touching the rope. But ultimately, she grabbed the bottom rope with one hand, prompting the ref to begin her count once more.

1!

Webby was holding on for dear life.

2!

Dewey refused to let go.

3!

She had to keep holding on!

4!

If the referee reaches 5, Dewey loses the match by disqualification! What a shame if the fighting champion who once had an almost unanimous adoration of the crowd went down standing up, like a coward.

Dewey pulled her ankle back with enough brute force to cause her to let go. She flailed her arms back toward the ropes to no avail. But one extra measure was taken to ensure that this time, she just wouldn't escape.

Dewey fell to his back, wrapping both of his own legs around Webby's trapped leg. Webby felt her ankle come down on him like it was a bag of gold from Scrooge McDuck's money bin, instantly screaming louder than ever once he hit the floor. The sharp pain turned into one that resembled a blanket covering her entire ankle. She was once again in the dead center of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: Dewey pulling her back once again into the middle of the ring, this time viciously grapevining the leg!

The pain was nearly insurmountable. Webby found herself once again on the floor, nearly in tears, pulling on her own feathers just to try and cope with it. But it was still there, present as ever. Her screams were insuperable in her own ears. The only thing that did overcome them was the ocean of boos directed toward the very superstar who was dealing her the pain. This was it. She really had no option. Her ankle was trapped on the floor, she tried numerous times to escape the very same submission she remained in, and the crowd had ultimately seemed decided on the fact that Dewey was walking away with the Gold.

That was until she saw her grandmother. Bentina Beakley stood in the corner behind the barricade relentlessly cheering on her granddaughter.

"Come on Webbigail, push through it!" she yelled. "Overcome the pain! Remember our training!"

Training. Push. Overcome. These words, her promos, her promises. They all began ringing through her head. What it meant to her. Going the distance. Finding that killer instinct. That was it! That was the one thing that would truly separate the great from the good. Webby found her killer instinct anew and began pushing through. The only thing that was missing was the Webby chants. They were replaced by boos. But she knew for a fact that didn't mean the crowd gave up on her at all. So, instead, she once again began to feed off the crowd's riotous energy.

She posted up on her hands, as if to maintain a posture resembling that of a push-up. She put her left foot out, raising her leg slightly so she could make room to try and pry her other leg out of Dewey's tight grip. Growling in pain, she began inching her right foot over Dewey's left shoulder. Dewey responded by trying to pull back on the ankle into his chest. That proved to be unsuccessful as Webby eventually found her right foot planted on the ground. She slowly began to posture up, bending Dewey's leglock into his own chest. Halfway up, though, her ankle nearly gave out. Ultimately though, she found enough wherewithal to finally reach an upright position. She began to walk slowly back, eventually rolling Dewey back onto his stomach, his leglock somehow still intact. The crowd slowly turned back into Webby's favor as she successfully reversed the hold, transforming back into the sea of cheers that had earlier in the match kept her going.

Mauro Ranallo: SHE POWERED OUT! WEBBY POWERED OUT OF THE ANKLE LOCK! AND RIGHT AWAY SHE GOES INTO THE CROSSFACE!

Pulling back harder than before, Webby instead decided to wrap her wrists underneath his beak, partially applying pressure to the spot that was busted open. Dewey let out an elongated muffled scream as the pain tugged away every deeply at his busted beak. He almost felt it go numb. Closing his eyes, he screamed in pain as she stretched him back up as hard as possible.

The ocean of cheers resonated throughout the stadium like a tsunami. The Webby chants had returned in full force. And now they were louder than ever. The fans in the front rows were banging ruthlessly on the barricade, hoping Dewey would ultimately tap. But Dewey's response to pain can sometimes be completely inhuman. He once again frantically crawled over sideways reaching desperately toward the ropes. Every time she felt him slide across the floor underneath her, she gave an even harder tug at his beak, causing his screams to be even louder, yet still muffled. Nonetheless, he inched his away back over to the ropes. But the closer he got to the ropes, the louder the banging became. Much like Webby, the crowd response, for or against him, drove him. He eventually found himself once again near the ropes, his hand being just inches away from grabbing the bottom one.

Then he felt something grab his wrist.

"Not this time!" Webby exclaimed.

Webby temporarily released her grip on Dewey's face to stop his arm dead in its tracks from effectively forcing another rope break. Then, reacting quickly, with the arm that she used to grab his wrist, she reached all the way over, trapping his entire free arm underneath her own armpit before going back to clutching Dewey's face.

Mauro Ranallo: The Champion is once again a fingertip away from—oh wait a minute.

Launchpad McQuack: No! Not again, not this time!

Mauro Ranallo: Webby turns the Crossface into the Rings Of Saturn!

Launchpad McQuack: Oh my God, what great ring awareness from Webby, denying Dewey a rope break!

Webby gave one final tug at her rival's beak as she pressed his midsection into the ground, stretching out his arm with her legs. Finally, the one move that could end this match for good. Dewey was completely trapped. His beak continued lightly dripping blood down Webby's arm. His head was getting compressed. His neck was being twisted in half. One arm was trapped shut between her legs. The other was being stretched underneath her armpit and around her back, effectively hyperextending his upper back. His shoulder blades were being pressed into his back. His chest was bending backwards, twisting his torso. His lower body was rendered basically useless. Even worse, the ropes were right in front of him. But he had nowhere to go. Nothing to reach for. No way to power out. He screamed with whatever breath he had left.

Launchpad McQuack: She's got that submission locked in real tight!

Mauro Ranallo: Dewey has nowhere to go! He's trapped…AND HE TAPS OUT! DEWEY DUCK HAS TAPPED OUT!

"It's over! Ring the bell!" the referee shouted at the timekeeper once she saw Dewey's hand rapidly tapping Webby's shoulder. Ding! Ding! Ding!

Remember The Name – Fort Minor feat. Styles of Beyond

The screams of joy went from deafening to completely overwhelming as Webby finally released the hold, collapsing on her back, arms splayed out. Nothing in the could top that incredible frenzy of a crowd reaction to their hero finally, finally, FINALLY, winning Championship gold in WWE. Her moment had arrived and everyone was celebrating!

"Here is your winner," the ring announcer began proudly, "and the NEEEEWWWW World Heavyweight Champion…WEBBY VANDERQUACK!"

Amid the roars of the crowd, Beakley almost teared up hearing her daughter's name announced as the new World Heavyweight Champion. All the years of training, teaching her all she knew, the trust that they have built, all have paid off greatly. It all led up to Webby finally achieving her crowning moment.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! A WrestleMania moment for the ages!

Launchpad McQuack (almost in tears): There is absolutely nothing in the world that could possibly compare to what we just witnessed. Major congratulations to the NEW World Heavyweight Champion Webby Vanderquack!

In the midst of all the celebration and jubilation, the one person who took the longest to process it was Webby herself. For about a minute, she laid on the ground exhausted, dazed, almost ready to pass out from all the effort she gave into this match. Her vision was blurring up and going black. She found herself subconsciously panting on the ground. As soon as her eyes were about to close completely shut, a blob of golden color materialized. It was only then when she regained consciousness, letting out a couple of coughs as she began to sit back up. The referee handed her the belt and she took it, setting herself to her knees. Holding it to her head, she bent back down letting tears flow slowly from her eyes, some of them landing on the belt. After a few seconds, she rose up on her knees, staring out into the crowd. It was almost like her eyes instinctively turned the drain off on the tears once they saw 70,000 rabid fans going bat-shit crazy. In that moment, she saw it: a lifelong dream finally realized, a meteoric rise capped off with a huge payoff. All that was hers. All she had to do was seize the moment. And seized was the moment.

In a split second, she shot back up to her feet, running to the ropes, leaning on them to raise the Title proudly above her head. She let out a scream of joy toward the fans behind the barricade, who shouted back with similar celebratory cries. She then made her way to the corner and climbed the turnbuckle, raising her newly won Championship once again. When she laid eyes on her grandmother, they started tearing up again. Beakley wildly applauded her from behind the barricade. Webby set the title on her shoulder and climbed down from the corner, ready to make her way out, but not before she spotted someone in the corner: Dewey Duck.

Dewey was being tended to by a medic who rushed to the ring almost immediately after the bell. The medic applied an ice pack to his beak, causing him to wince for a long moment before the pain finally subsided and he finally stopped bleeding. After another moment, he saw a hand sticking out in front of him, causing the cheers to die down slowly along with the music. He knew immediately whose hand it was without having to look at who was extending it. He gestured the medic away to leave him with a moment alone in the ring with the new champion.

To say that he was all banged up was an understatement, but Dewey Duck literally gave everything until he had nothing left. In the end, however, he was still right: it was going to take a hell of a whole lot more than one's best efforts to go face-to-face with him. He didn't anticipate, though, exhausting his own best efforts and then some to no avail. A part of him wanted to push Webby's hand away and sulk back to the locker room area disappointed in himself. He let his fans down tonight. They all wholeheartedly wanted her to win and she did, which was why another part of him wanted to use it to get himself back to his feet. It was the only way he was going to get back into the good graces of the fans.

He weakly reached out his hand to meet hers. With help from Webby, he pulled himself back up to his feet. Webby then pulled him right into a strong embrace, prompting a standing ovation from the crowd. Dewey firmly hugged her back.

Mauro Ranallo: The two that you see standing in the ring gave it their all. In the end, one came out victorious, and with the World Heavyweight Championship in tow.

Although no words were exchanged, this embrace told each of them a lot about each other as competitors, as fighters, as warriors, and as people. The match left them both with nothing but respect and love for one another. A love that was displayed from Dewey by a kiss to Webby's cheek. A thunderous "what" shook the stadium to its core.

Launchpad McQuack: Ummm…did that just happen?

Mauro Ranallo (laughing): Well, I mean, emotions sure are high here in this stadium!

Webby's eyes shot open in surprise and confusion. She immediately pulled away from him, blushing as she grabbed her arm awkwardly.

"Oh, man," Dewey studdered, "I, uh…um…sorry?"

Sorry?! He just kissed her on the cheek in front of 70,000 people in a giant stadium! Could this be any more awkward?

"It's okay, I guess," Webby responded. "Throes of the moment, haha." She smiled innocently, giggling, prompting a short burst of laughter from the crowd. I guess all was well and good once again between the two.

"Yeah," Dewey began, "I'll just, uh, leave you to have your moment. Sorry," he cleared his throat, "your WrestleMania moment," he finished as he left the ring, finally making his way to the back. After another few moments, Webby's entrance theme was restarted, bringing her back to earth. It was only then when she realized that the World Heavyweight Championship was finally sitting on her shoulder! She won the World Title in the main event of WrestleMania, and it was time to celebrate!

She doesn't need her name in the lights.

She just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat or the mic

She feels so unlike everybody else, alone

In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know her, but…

She climbed the turnbuckle once more, hoisting her Title high in the air, activating a colorful pyrotechnic show. The fireworks burst all around the air, emitting from the stadium edges, the entrance stage, and the ramp itself. A light show was taking place in the sky in honor of our new champion. Nothing could encapsulate the effect that the sights and sounds going on above her head had. Keeping her title in the air, she drank in the moment, really breathing it in.

Who the hell is she anyway, she never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

That many misjudge her 'cause she makes a livin' from fighting scraps

As the light show above finished, the final visual of WrestleMania was indeed a lasting image. As the commentators said their goodbyes, the last the people watching at home saw of WrestleMania was Webby Vanderquack standing tall, the new World Heavyweight Champion as the end of show logo appeared at the bottom corner of the screen.

Mauro Ranallo: We thank you all for joining us for what has been an incredible night, to say the least. On behalf of our broadcast colleagues here in WWE, my partner Mr. Launchpad McQuack, and myself, I say: thank you and good night from Orlando!

A/N: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, your NEW World Heavyweight Champion Webby Vanderquack. And what a match it was. I modified the song a little bit to fit her, but really I don't think the pronouns matter. It's honestly the same song.

Who knows if I might do another one of these? I doubt I'll have the time, but it was nice being on here once again after, well, a while!