>>10544683Miss USA met the Yellow Empress' gaze. Her brain was foggy. Her eyes stung from the blood and sweat. Her vision had all but doubled. Every breath felt like a thousand daggers plunging into her lungs.
Miss USA attempts to take a deep breath before speaking but in her mind even that could be seen as a sign of weakness. An invitation for the serpent that laid coiled before her to strike.
No. She had to keep up the façade. For America.
>Oh, my empress.>We both know gloating would do neither of us any good.>Besides, I'm sure your government is already scrambling to roll out propaganda and PSYOPs to tell your people that you actually won the match.For all Miss USA's false bravado she couldn't help but say the last line with sincerity unbecoming of her and a clear betrayal of her years of acting workshops and government funded training.
>I just came to tell you that what I said was true.>From one patriot to another.>You have my respect in that arena.>Anyone willing to wage battle like that for their own country is a true warrior.> . . .>But I won't shake your hand.>I won't for as long as you're a damn dirty communist.> . . .>But seeing as I've won.>I think it's fair if I ask you a question.>Was that really all you had?>Was that really your best?>Was that really all the Yellow Empress could offer? 