>>10108825Resting on an ice pack for hours hadn't really helped the pain in Colby's lower back. She couldn't imagine how she was going to train, feeling like this. She would much rather spend the rest of the day with Pizzoad's special Gutbreaker pizza, a pint of cookies-and-cream Frogen-dazs, and an evening of binge-watching NEETflix. But after her poor performance in her match, proper training, diet, and discipline would be essential until further notice.
But first, Colby sits at the table, sipping joylessly from an iced coffee and scrolling through her phone. Updates from the vibrant world of the WWA swirl around her, victors winning epic matches, and major players making their play, while she sits alone, hurt, and defeated in her apartment, watching it happen.
Colby will have a play of her own to make soon, after Hailey Brittania faces the Boston Crab. Inviting another confrontation with NATO in her current state feels foolhardy, but it is also essential.
Her lethargic self-pity is interrupted when her phone rings. She can hardly believe it when she recognizes the number as the Chinese consulate.
>"Hello! Yes, yes, this is Colby Jefferson. ... Yes, thank you. ... She does? It will be my pleasure! Just tell me when, and I'll be there. Thank YOU!"The conversation is over before Colby knows what to make of it. It seems like she might have an ally.
(OOC: since it seems like the Empress vs. Miss USA is a match that is likely to happen in the near future, please consider this my blessing and encouragement to have Colby accompany the Empress as a manager during that match or any match against NATO-related wrestlers.)
