Fiona had insisted to the medical staff backstage that she'd be fine, that she just needed some time to cool off and recover. Being able to lean against a wall for support and close her eyes, just breathing, helped quite a bit. The sounds of the crowd ramping back up for the next match echoed down the hall. Fiona wondered when she'd next get a chance to show them what she could do. Two weeks? Three? If she was going to get the spotlight of opening a show again, would it just be so everyone could see her get taken out by some other experienced heel?

[i]Stop,[/i] she told herself. [i]This isn't the end of the world. I can't beat the odds every time. I still gave it everything, and that will resonate with fans, even if I came up short.[/i]

Gordon's voice snapped her out of her stupor. Fiona opened her eyes to see him alongside Kendra and Keysha Wayne, who looked ready to go for a match. Instantly Fiona's body language became a bit guarded, turning to face them but still keeping a hand against the wall for support against the dizziness. She was wary of Keysha at the best of times now, and certainly didn't like meeting her when she was exhausted and fresh off a painful loss in the ring.

"Um... thanks," she said to Keysha, feeling left out of the loop. She took a drink of the gatorade her Defiant Dream partner handed her while Gordon and Keysha began to explain. She wasn't sure where the icepack was needed the most, but ended up settling on her back after all those stomps from Elina.

"So what did I miss?"