>>19867563"All right, enough of this shit."
>[Kelly Omega lets her hair out, and stares at the camera over the frames of Colby's glasses. Her voice is low, speaking directly into the lens.]"Because you ran through some interesting history your first time out here, Jefferson. See, you talked about Holly Hope-Again. The interesting thing is... I don't recall you ever getting in the ring with her. Your sister did. Kelly Omega did. And your fiancé did -- three times, in fact. You might want to keep an eye on that one, Cuckby. Flamy can't keep Holly's name out of her mouth, imagine what else she wants in there? But even in this fantasy land where you did anything to try and face the toughest rookie this place has ever seen -- proof enough by her now being the Intercontinental Champion -- you still would have done it with women better than you taking the lead. You know who didn't need any backup to destroy that disappointment?"
"Kelly Omega."
"You seem to think you're doing the right thing by avoiding a match with Priscilla. It's okay, kid, you can just admit it. You're scared. She's a strong champion. Anyone can see that. And for someone like you, that's just too high a mountain to climb. She's a world you couldn't conquer even if you tried. But you know who is not scared of that false Goddess?"
"Kelly fucking Omega."
"Colby Jefferson, on Sunday night, when you are lying there in the infirmary and the Immaculate one-eyed whore of Babylon is next to you, squeezing your hand and whispering into your ear that it's gonna be all right... you're gonna know she's lying to you. And with a tear in her eye, and blood in yours, the realisation is going to hit you harder than even my knee to your face or your head to the canvas ever did: you asked for this. You. Named. Me."
"Everything comes to an end, Jefferson. The match. Your win streak. And hell, maybe even your career. Everything ends... at the Omega."
