>>10523877*The bell rings*
Miss USA let the submission go.
Minutes before this moment she had been running on pure instinct. Her moves dictated by mere muscle memory. Evasions were pure luck. She remembered hitting the Shooting Stars and Stripes; the failed pin attempt. She remembered applying Texas Tea and winning but not once did she have agency over these moves. She was on autopilot. It was as if she was watching a video game simulation of herself wrestling.
Her tank was empty. She had won the match but lost the fight.
She collected her thoughts and met the eyes of the Yellow Empress which still burned with hatred from across the ring. The way she slinked away reminded Miss USA of a serpent retreating back into the thicket. The Dragon of the East had been wounded but not slain.
As the Yellow Empress made her way up the ramp the booming sound of the thousands of fans hit a crescendo. Years of being a professional athlete and her brief stint as a preteen idol had made her numb to performing in front of thousands and even hundreds of thousands.
Or so she thought.
Tonight, for the first time in a long while, Uma Stacy Addams could hear the crowd clear as day. The cheers. The jeers. The applause. The stomping feet. The chants of U.S.A. She had to stay strong and if not; she had to at least appear strong. For them. For America.
Off to the side she waved and blew kisses to J'America and LeBerty who were both trying to wrangle the undead James Brown away from groping the showgirls.
She walked to the back and brushed past the obligated smiles and congratulations that usually met WWA Superstars after matches.
Every breath she took was labored. Her heart was pumping battery acid. But she had to appear as unphased as possible.
She made her way to a secluded part of the arena and produced a small photograph of Pooh Bear forcing many Imperial Guards to avert their gazes allowing her to walk past them.
She opened a heavy gilded door.
>My Empress in Yellow!!! 