Backstage Mandalay Bay Events Center
Hours before Savage Saturday Night

She was restless, on pins and needles, and full of the typical anxiety every competitor had before a match. On the inside, cradled in her stomach, were a million butterflies. Atara couldn't take it anymore. An empty locker room only meant a thousand thoughts were continually wheelbarrowed into her mind. She had to get out of here before she became a roll up ball of nerves. Leaving her room, she took a word search with her just in case she couldn't escape her imagination.

S V P U L L O R Q E L D A R C E D I S N I V N
A W A G A N N O S U K E C L U T C H I R G H J
R O S L A T I V H P D I P P E N S P J J E C E
A K M R E N H B D C L B M W I N C X P S L T S
H L A C S N C X L P O A A M L I H I R I T U S
L A L Y U A T P O M H C H O A P O F S T I L A
A H L A N G U I H I E K C U R S O I I O L C L
C O P Q S C L N N M F S L S T E L C M U P O Y
K M A X E R C T W E I L A E S L B U E T S D N
L A C E T A N R A C N I E T I D O R H P A E S
A R K A F D I W R Q K D R R G D Y C T I S G U
N O A N L L F A P G K E J A A A Q U A N P U C
F L G A I E L P P R C F J P M R R R R C R E K
R L E R P P E N I E A H X V A T N R A N Z S S
S O R A Q W D E N O J D G W L S P Q T X X N A
A F N L L O R Y R O T C I V T G Q I A E S C O

Aimlessly walking for minutes, her attention on her puzzle, she was abruptly brought to when her feet and body where violently smashed and tangled with someone else's.

Atara's fall was luckily cushioned by this unseen assailant. She looked down and first saw the gold of the Heavy Metalweight Championship before locking eyes with one Vita Valenteen. Atara's opponent's former tag team partner.

The two women looked at each other. Then to the belt. Back to each other. The belt. Each other. Realization set in. Scrambling, one for a pin and the other an escape, a mini grappling match ensued.

Vita, a naturally gifted technical rassler, immediately twisted so her belly was to the ground. Shoulders up she was safe from a fall, but Atara was no slouch. A legitimate background in the Greco-Roman world put her on equal footing with the 'Real' Anarchy champion.

The Grecian squeezed an arm through Vita's and took hold of her head for a half Nelson. Burying her own head into Vita's side, she hooked a leg. Sprawled on her toes, Atara pulled Vita's neck and pivoting toward her legs. Simultaneously, Atara pushed forward with her head into Vita's abdomen , the motion causing the champ to be eventually rolled over to her back again with Atara in a north south position for the count.

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