>>18681363Colby doesn't understand at first when she feels the tapping on her arm, as she wrenches back on a modified chinlock. Miss USA is brutal, implacable, unstoppable. She's feeling around for a means of escape, or trying some sort of ruse, or Colby's own senses are playing tricks on her. The referee's shout carries through the air distantly, and it's only when the bell rings, piercing the fog of pain and adrenaline within Colby, that she understands and releases the hold. Her face is a mosaic of agony and triumph, and she raises a hand in the air and lets out a primal cheer, letting some of the pain and tension escape as a cry among the countless others in the arena. She has emerged victorious.
Her body, hardened from months of intense training and punishment sustained in in-ring competition, has absorbed far more abuse than it had in her first meeting with Miss USA. Her spine is filled with screaming fire. How she had mustered the will to not tap out to the Texaas Tea Colby couldn't imagine. How she'd held on to the strength to kick out of countless pinfalls was equally unsure. She thought of the other Divine Angels, Priscilla and Nikki and Sapphire, and most of all Amy, and the threat that her now-fallen adversary had posed to them. That threat, surely, was not gone, but it had been checked by this stunning public display. Miss USA had assailed them with military hardware, explosives, baseball bats, attack crows, and the contents of half a grocery store, but tonight, Colby Jefferson had shown the world watching the Waifu Wrestling Alliance that Miss USA couldn't overcome her on the field where it mattered most, in a wrestling match.
Colby does not look for a microphone. Even if she could compose herself to speak right now, no words could convey what she was feeling right now more clearly than the exhaustion, pain, and jubilation written across her face.
