>>10546644The Yellow Empress maintained eye contact with Miss USA as she left, burning scarlet meeting with chilling cerulean. It was only after the blonde victor had departed, the door closed behind her, that the Yellow Empress allowed herself to collapse to the ground. Her strength had faded, the fire of her rage unable to keep her standing after her loss. The adrenaline that had fueled her betrayed its mistress and fled all at once, leaving the embodiment of China weak and prone. Servants rushed to her aid, but she cast them away, forcing her body to work on its own. Moving to a decent sitting position was difficult, but she managed it.
The USA was the most powerful nation on Earth, and its avatar had proven that in the ring. Tenacity and grit, a frontier spirit that the might of the people could not tame.
The Empress had been weak, too weak to take on a competitor like Miss USA. But she'd not make that same mistake again. She would train, she would cast herself into battle and work like her proletariat ancestors, and she would prove herself a worthy adversary to Miss USA.
Then, when the time was right, she would cast the eagle down from the sky.
