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Meanwhile on the nicer side of Spaghettitown Amy Flame had spent the past few days recuperating under her favourite blankie venturing out only under cover of darkness to stretch her legs. One could be forgiven for mistaking the redhead, wearing nothing but a white sheet pulled up and over her head for a spectre roaming the hallways of the Divine Mansion by night, but everyone knows ghosts don't really exist. The post-match diagnosis from the mansions infirmary staff had revealed a catalog of injuries beginning with a thankfully mild concussion through to a bruised eye socket, a split lip, many cuts and grazes and general exhaustion from a gruelling fight - all physical injuries could be treated with rest but the mental toll was more difficult.
What had started as an attempt to become closer to Holly Hope-Again seemed to have only widened the gap between the two with the experience having evidently unlocked something far darker in the Alpha. Amy had watched the match over and over, she'd seen herself on her knees trying to appeal to Holly only to be ignored entirely - she had no actual memory of that occurring - she'd studied the Alpha's promo again and again and couldn't help but feel conflicted over how events had unfolded. Holly's ferocity was a complete rejection of Amy's attempts at reconciliation, the savagery of the third Hope's End seemed to have been intended to maim rather than end the match, is this really the path Holly wanted to walk? You tell me.
By any objective metric the match was a hit with positive praise being lavished on both competitors from fans and pundits alike, Amy was surprised to have even heard cheers directed at her during the contest, something she hadn't experienced for a long time. She liked that. As a "story" it couldn't have been better, the score was now 1-1 and the question on everyone's mind was when the tie breaker would occur. The prospect was exciting, the match inevitable, but hopefully round 3 would not come any time soon.