>>10283273Attending the peace rally, Colby Jefferson applauds the Yellow Empress's stirring speech. In a lull in the protest, she checks her phone and sees that Ash Romero has seemingly retired and vacated the Intercontinental Title. A bittersweet pang settles in her chest. She had long admired Ash Romero, even hoped to face her someday. She had even had dreams of answering the Intercontinental Title challenge soon, as soon as.....
>>10284150.....as soon as her other, more pressing business was cleared up.
Colby's blood runs cold, then hot upon seeing Miss USA at the peace rally. She wants to confront her. To tell her off for wearing that tacky bikini to a place like this. No, more than that, she wants to rush her and knock her to the ground, and kick her stupid plastic face into a ruin. As if on cue, the acute pain in her lower back lances sharply through Colby's spinal column. She manages to endure it without visibly cringing or shuddering, but her vision nearly goes red as she stares at Miss USA.
>SHE DID THIS TO ME.Waiting for the pain to pass, Colby looks around at the people here today. People of diverse backgrounds, many races and nationalities, all gathered for the purpose of remaking the world into a better place someday. Saving it from people like Miss USA, and fixing the damage her kind has done. Over the roar of her pain and anger, Colby repeats the words again in her mind:
>When they go low, we go high. 