>>19880174Kelly Omega makes a finger gun. Loaded. Cocked. Aimed. Fired.
Kelly Omega hits the No Wanged Angel. Dropped. Planted. Covered. Defeated.
Kelly Omega has her hand raised. Victorious. Proven. Unfulfilled? Empty...
Colby Jefferson is a hell of a foe. A strong wrestler. A powerful opponent. An equal on the microphone and in this ring -- if not decidedly better in at least the former. Omega made no secret to herself that if Colby had locked in the Clutch at the end there, she'd have been out like a snuffed candle in a matter of second. It's thrilling to know how close she came. Omega is left momentarily speechless, before Colby rolls out of the ring. When the ring announcer says her name, Omega springs to her feet and celebrates on the ropes just like she always does. It's a fitting response to a chorus of boos, though Goddess above, one day Kelly O really hopes they might cheer for her.
As quickly as the adrenaline fades, Omega slumps to the corner, locking eyes with Colby Jefferson. One hand on the back of her neck, Omega nods her head slowly in acknowledgement of Colby BY GODDESS Jefferson. It's not much, but dammit if this kid didn't earn a hell of a lot of respect tonight. The thoughts race in Omega's head; will there be a rematch? What if they team up? Will Amy Flame want revenge? Did Omega go too far in her promos? Or not far enough? Just... what's next?
Is the crowd looking at Kelly Omega?
