https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/18941573/#q18941596With the champagne warming her belly and strengthening her resolve Amy Flame descends the service staircase from the skybox down to the locker room level, the thumping bass of the victors music blasting out of the PA system can still be heard reverberating though the walls along with the occasional roar of the Spaghettitown faithful signalling that the victors were likely still celebrating in the ring. In the hallways outside the dressing rooms was an unattended trolley loaded with with four exquisite bouquets of flowers and four bottles of fine champagne, each were labelled with the names of the four women who'd been victorious in the main event, looking left and right Amy took the bottle marked for Steeli and slipped it inside her jacket.
Amy continued down the corridor sneaking past the room where Kasumi O'Brian was cutting an incendiary post-match promo and onward towards a typically out-of-the-way dressing room with several "Do Not Disturb" notices hanging from the door handle. She inhaled sharply, knocked twice, then entered the room.
Holly Hope-Again looked at the redhead, eyes dimmed and deadened. There were no words at first, a malignant silence settling over the two, before she finally spoke.
>"If you came here to gloat, or God forbid, try to sympathise... fuck off." 