>>19617995>>19618289Carmody Jefferson gets to her feet in Miss USA's grasp. As the pain and the cobwebs clear from her consciousness, and she discovers that her body is more or less capable of standing on its own, a strange expression comes over her face. Mostly pain, of course, because she's just been suplexed into oblivion and had the absolute hell beaten out of her. But having withstood a barrage of offense from one of the WWA's most dangerous competitors, though victory has eluded her, a strained smile comes over her face as Miss USA speaks. Her eyes are unfocused and it's not clear she has any clue what she's saying, and her voice is a little slurred.
>"Whatever happened tonight, I wanted to be able to say I went the distance! And I'm still standing! Yo Sola! It's me, Carmody!">>19618688Carmody leans against Priscilla Divine for support, who has come into the ring to check on her. Some clarity finally returns to Carmody's expression, and she nods to Priscilla and speaks to her in a low voice.
>"Th-thanks. She is TOUGH, I got a whole new respect for you and Colbers for going head to head with her like that.">"Gimme just one second."Carmody steps forward to acknowledge Miss USA.
>"You whooped the absolute SHIT outta me. That's gotta be the worst beating I've taken since I got here."She smiles again through a haze of pain.
>"Let's do it again sometime." She gives Miss USA a final, weary salute, then leans against Priscilla again to let her take her out of the ring. Together they head backstage, where she will spend time studying this match and learning from it for some time to come.
Survive. Learn. Win.
The winning will come. The learning starts now. Today, she has survived.
