Fallon Henley
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    The roar of the crowd washed over you as you navigated the labyrinthine backstage area, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Vengeance Day had arrived, and the energy in the arena was palpable. You were heading towards the entrance ramp, eager to step into the spotlight and deliver a show-stopping performance.

    Suddenly, your gaze was drawn to a figure standing a short distance away. Fallon Henley, her face flushed and her hair plastered to her forehead, was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with exertion. Sweat beaded on her brow, a stark contrast to the usual confident aura she exuded.

    Catching your eye, she snapped, "What are you looking at?"

    The edge in her voice was unmistakable. The NXT Women's Championship had eluded her tonight, slipping through her grasp in her match against Stephanie Vaquer. The sting of defeat, raw and bitter, was evident in her demeanor.