>>19555712>>19556560>>19554262With the bar patrons having significantly thinned out and everyone's attention now on Holly Hope-Again and Ash Romero Amy took this moment to glance at her phone under the table, her on-screen notifications were all from Tweetstagram, evidently she'd forgotten to turn them off, countless mean-spirited and spiteful @'s all discussing her loss to Sola Fire. The nicest comments praised the match for its quality but these were the minority. Grinding her teeth Amy cleared the notifications and read a text from Priscilla Divine, "settle matters with Sola?", Amy hissed under her breath, "no fucking way". One of the mansion employees had notified Amy of Sola's arrival at the mansion shortly before their match, The Ace knew Sola had trained privately with Priscilla while wearing Amy's own gear. Amy had intentionally arrived at the arena ready to strike when Sola was cutting her promo. Sola may have bested her in the ring this one time but when it came to strategy the redhead knew she had the advantage if she put her mind to it.
Excusing herself from the table Amy rose from her seat and whispered into Holly's ear.
>"I just need to wash the blood off my hands and splash some water on my face, if it kicks off I've got you."The Ace headed for the downstairs women's bathroom ensuring Ash Romero was firmly in her blind side as she walked by. One thing at a time. Locking the door from the inside Amy positioned her phone on the sink and tried to make it not look like she was cutting a promo from a public bathroom.
>"Sola Fire, you may have beaten me but this isn't over... this isn't even the START."Two bloody fists are raised to the camera
>"Fight me again.">"I don't want to tear this town apart trying to find you, so why don't we do it at Cupid's Choke Hold?">"If you refuse then...Amy grins
>"...maybe I'll have to tell MY side of this story."With the trap set Amy posts the video to Tweetstagram, washes up and swiftly returns to the bar.
