>>10105170>>10105379>>10106145Pain fills Colby's senses, but she keeps up her mask until she can make her way back to her home in WWA Apartments. Only there does she allow herself to break down. A hot shower washes away her tears and dulls the agony in her spine for a moment, but only for a moment.
Later, she sits on the couch and takes two more aspirin. The first four didn't help. She looks at her phone, blocking out the searing pain in her spine as she considers her next move.
>"It's for the best that Hailey Brittania will be wrestling Boston Crab next. It gives me a chance to watch her. To find out what condition she's in after her hospital stay. She'll be hearing from me soon."But then there is the mysterious woman who appeared after her match. The Immortal Empress? Colby has no love for the morals and politics of present-day China: the rampant pollution, ethnic cleansing, and rapid embrace of all of the wrong parts of capitalism. But at least their revolution had been founded on the ideals of people who wanted to spread equality and make the world a better place, rather than white Christian slaveowners who didn't want to pay their taxes.
In wrestling, strange alliances were more the norm than the exception.
Colby picks up her phone again. It feels ridiculous as she searches the number for the Consulate General of the People's Republic of China in Spaghetti Town.
>"Hello? Yes, I'm sorry, I only speak English. I went to a public school in Arkansas, and... yes. Yes?">"Oh! Yes! Please take a message. This is Colby Jefferson, from the WWA. Tell the Empress that if she wants to wrestle Miss USA, I'll be in her corner. I can keep an eye on Hailey Brittania, and I just faced Miss USA,so I have some insight into her weaknesses, her technique--"Click.
What did she expect? Who in their right mind would call the Consulate over a wrestling match? Colby sighs. No doubt, the person on the other line had dismissed her as a practical joke.
Or had they....?
