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The video opens on a liminal scene; the backstage hallway where the various department heads for the WWF:G operated in their assigned offices. Grace "The Ace" Fatsumoto stands outside of the acting GM's office, with her hand resting gently on the doorknob. She takes a deep meditative breath to calm her soaring nerves.

This is the moment, the point of no return. On the other side of that generic wooden door was a contract with her name on it. That would be her first big step into a world she has watched from behind the scenes for more than a decade now. This was a huge moment for her, and it was only at her own request that her father hadn't joined her.

The camera moves in closer, giving a full display of her dazzling blue attire. The skin tight outfit is flashy, and highlights her body's natural shape while remaining both modest and extravagant. A skyblue cape with white sequin feathers hung from her shoulders to her lower back. The curls in her stylish pompadour haircut bounced when she reached her determination, nodding her head and turning the doorknob.

Grace stepped into the office to find Mick Foley, acting GM, waiting for her with a contract on his desk. With a squeak of surprise Grace darts forward to hug him before catching herself and regaining her composure.

"Uncle Mick!" She exclaimed, "They told me there was an acting GM, but no one said it'd be you!"

Grace was vibrating, bouncing on the balls of her feet because all of her nerves suddenly melted into excitement. She hadn't heard of her opponent before, largely because she'd been training almost exclusively in Japan and hadn't followed other Indy circuits in the west. However, Mick's description of Ewing Winters didn't phase Grace, she was on the smaller side, but her father being who he is; she had an abundance of experience facing people larger and stronger than herself.

She took up her copy of the contract, and was thanking Mick vehemently. Just as she was turning to head out and prepare for her match, the door slammed open so hard it was a surprise it didn't fall off it's hinges…

Grace blinked in shock as Ewing stormed over to Mick, a man whose influence in her life wasn't inconsiderable. She was agitated that the larger woman would grab him as if to attack him; not just a GM, but a legend like Mick Foley. The scene played out in front of her before she even had a chance to take action, and it was only Ewing's disregarding remarks that caused her to hesitate. She had no idea who this hulking woman was, having spent most of her time training in Japan, so she felt the slight against her debuting was unwarranted. The remarks to her size were true however, and didn't phase her at all; why would they? This woman was a fraction of the size of her most frequent sparring partner.

Grace stepped forward putting herself between Ewing and Mick. She shoved at the larger woman with a mighty heave that did absolutely nothing. She looked up into the larger woman's eyes, a furious flames burned in her isis'. Her previously cheerful demeanor vanished.

"You should let Mr. Foley go. This isn't how you settle your grievances with your boss. You don't even know if it was his decision, he's just covering for Cartwright. Besides," Grace summoned her strength and planted her feet, thrusting both arms against Ewing to create some distance. "You're making a huge mistake in disregarding me."

The scowl on her youthful face seemed out of place, she was far too cute for it to appear intimidating; only the family tribal tattoo on her cheek made her seem even remotely tough. Unthreatening as she was, it was obvious she wasn't afraid or willing to back down.

"You're acting so typical of a woman who's got a few muscles. You think your strength only matters if you can fight men. You think you're proving some kind of point. All you sound like right now is a whining brat.

If you really think you're so tough, then meet me in the ring. I've trained with opponents that would look down at you even further than you're looking down at me. You don't scare me, not one bit. Maybe once I've beaten you, I'll have to move on beat the men myself!"

Grace was just about to respond to Ewing's insults with derision when, "Wham!" The larger woman's fist sunk into Grace's abdomen nearly doubling her over as the wind was ejected from her lungs. She staggered back holding herself as steady as she could trying not to show how much the punch had actually hurt. Internally she struggled to suck air back into her lungs, but it was useless, her diaphragm had been stunned by the impact. Fear crept up her spine as Ewing turned and stormed off, the strength behind that punch was phenomenal and she only managed to stay on her feet long enough for her opponent to leave the room entirely. Grace dropped to a knee finally and heaved a mighty gasp, forcing her body to work as intended and filling her lungs after what felt like an eternity.

As Mick knelt down to check on her, Grace gently shrugged him off of her. With another deep breath she got back to her feet, staring determinedly at the empty doorframe. "Thanks Uncle Mick, but I'll be ok. She just reminded me of the first time Dad hit me in the stomach." She turned and smiled to Mick before leaving the office. The video ends, being replaced by b-reel footage for the show's main sponsor.