>>19880174>>19891675It's over.
On the floor outside the ring, through all the throbbing and spinning and the haze and the pain and the roar of the crowd, Colby Jefferson reflects on the biggest match of her career. Second from the top, in front of the biggest crowd for any show she ever has been or, hell, ever will be featured on.
She couldn't win. But that she was ever here at all was a hell of a thing.
And it was all hers. In the past, she'd been called the Worst Angel, a lackey, a bag carrier, a charity case, the lesser part of her tag team and the least part of her faction. But tonight, on the biggest WWA show ever, here she was, and not because Amelia, or Priscilla Divine, or any of the other Divine Angels had put her here. She'd come to this pinnacle, and achieved this match, all on her own. When at the end she encountered not victory, but a stark reminder of her own limits, it was not a great feeling - but those limits were far, far higher than she'd suspected when she came to Spaghetti Town thirteen months ago.
She'd called herself by a lot of self-appointed titles in the run up to this match. But when the bell rang, she was just Colby Jefferson. That hadn't been enough to win in this match.
But in other respects, it was more than enough.
Blinking away the pain and dizziness, Colby pulls herself up on a guardrail and stands. She looks into the ring one more time. Her vision without her glasses is not that good, but it's not so bad she can't tell that Kelly Omega is looking out at her.
She raises a hand lightly and waves to Kelly, and a strange smile crosses her face. She's hurting, but she's at peace.
Leaving the ring and the fanfare to the victor, Colby Jefferson turns and walks away from the ring. She does not look back.
