>>19801984[Colby Jefferson... declines? I might almost believe it if--]
[There it is. Nice try, kid. This ain't my first rodeo. Good luck seeing without your gl--]
[You're done! Get up there, and I'm gonna end you before we even start. NO WANGED--]
[-- ACK.]
The Colby Clutch is locked in tight, and the Breast Bout Machine is panicked. She hasn't felt this before, and the crowd is going crazy as she struggles to break free. Omega grasps at Colby's forearm, but it's tight against Omega's throat, and it's getting hard to breathe. Omega's hands go behind her own head, struggling to find the weak points of her bulldog-like attacker -- eyes, mouth, nose, anything that will break this hold. Feeling her fingers dig into something soft, Omega presses, and the momentary release in pressure on her throat gives her the adrenaline bursts to lunge forward at the ropes.
Omega throws herself forward and grabs the middle rope, sending Colby to the outside, though she quickly rolls to her feet, rubbing at her eyes. Omega coughs and splutters, taking a few steps backwards, preparing herself for round two. As Colby goes to crawl under the bottom rope to resume, Omega drops to her knees, right in front of her Immaculate foe, grabbing the glasses closest to her as Colby grabs the other pair.
Omega goes to put them back on and -- they aren't her sunglasses at all. These are her new rival's eyeglasses. Which can only mean... yes, Omega's sunglasses (Chopard De Rigo Vision sunglasses, if you must know) are in the hands of Colby Jefferson. Omega makes the first move. Hoarsely, still catching her breathe, Omega throws out the challenge.
"If you want them, come and get them, kid."
>[This time, Kelly Omega is prepared.] 