>>19481707>[As Colby Jefferson stares at the entrance ramp... nothing happens. For the longest time, until the audience thinks that maybe this wasn't a callout for *right now*.]But then, with no music playing, no fanfare, and a decidedly mixed reaction from the capacity Spaghetti Town crowd, here comes Kelly Omega. Microphone in hand, confusion and disgust etched across her face, she stares down at the ring. Her expressions alters, ever so slightly, contorting back and forth between trying to figure something out, make a decision, and force the words to come to her. Omega knows who this girl is, even with her grown-out hair and fancy suit. Not the half of the team she was hoping might one day call her out, if she's being totally honest here.
Barely moving from her spot, Omega does enjoy the moment. The crowd are worked into a frenzy as Kelly O rests her hands on her hips, looking out at the sea of faces. It seems that everyone is looking at Kelly Omega, and it's a position she simply is not used to. Refusing to let things become emotional, Omega simply nods slightly, in acknowledgement of the fans that have finally come to see her she always wanted to be seen, thanks in no small part due to the praise and words of the woman in the ring.
Omega stretches her neck from side to side and cracks her knuckles so the microphone can pick it up. It's been a long time since she's had a match. Karna never took the bait for a rematch. The coward C.A.M.O. caved like anybody knew would happen. The Imp doesn't seem to want to do tags -- and nor should she, with the two separate championship belts adoring her shoulders. She raises the microphone to her mouth, and the crowd falls deadly silent. It has been too long since the Bitch Blade really got a chance to cut loose. With a deep breath in, and an extended exhale, Kelly Omega begins to speak.
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