>>20929573Ash grabbed one of the microphones off the canvas, glaring daggers at the retreating champion.
>Against my better judgement!>I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, "bruv"!>I accept!Romero paused, lifting a finger.
>But I'm gonna make things a little interesting.>Since ya wanted to come into MY house, make a mess in MY ring, and demand MY challenge...>/When/ I beat you and go on to fight you for that belt, at Sunrise over Spaghetti Town: /I'll/ pick the stipulation.Ash leaned over the rope one final time for dramatic effect, lifting one foot up to rest on the second rope.
>And considering how quick you seem to be to start swinging weapons about...>You're gonna like it.Romero tosses the microphone onto the ground with a stern, determined scowl across her face as music kicks in once more over the speakers.
