AMIRA The Megalomaniac

[ChrisMadison]

FGA Video Diary: Series 2 - Volume #11
May 11th, 2017
NJFC Headquarters
Tokyo, Japan

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Chris had just fulfilled his press conference obligations with New Japan Fighting Championship, walking off stage in a hurry with his blood boiling. Frankie Morrison was steps behind him, walking through the curtain and following him down the hallway into an empty conference room. A large oval table centered the room with about two dozen chairs huddling around it. Chris pulled out the chair at the head of the table and helped himself to a seat, placing the FGA Pride Championship down in his lap. For a moment, Chris just gazed into the main plate of the championship belt, tuning out his surroundings.

"Chris... Chris... Chris", Frankie called out in a low muffled sound. Frankie continued to try and draw his client's attention by snapping his fingers close to Chris's head. "Earth to Chris..."

Chris's eyes shifted towards Frankie Morrison as he let out an exasperated sigh. That was about as much of a response as Frankie was going to get.

"You alright Chris? You're looking a little overwhelmed", Frankie pointed out with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm good man, just realizing that I went from chasing this", he lifted the FGA Pride Championship up into the air. "...to having more than my fair share stacked on my plate. Savannah Taylor is the new number one contender for my belt, Mitsuo Shimada is prancing around Japan thinking he's going to make something of himself at my expense, and in just two days I'm in a Champion versus Champion match at Vertigo against AMIRA. Life was just a lot simpler when I was the hunter, not the hunted", he confessed before turning his attention back to the championship belt laying in his lap.

"Yeah but you knew that's how things work. Shimada is a punk. I'm sorry that I got you dragged into this spat with him. That one is on me", Frankie said while patting himself on the chest. "This isn't uncharted territory for you. Just take things one match at a time. Shimada, Taylor, they're going to have to wait their turns. In about two hours we've got ourselves a flight to Albuquerque. Throw Shimada on the back burner for a minute, AMIRA is the only one that you need to focus on", he suggested with the hopes of getting his client in the right frame of mind.

Chris chewed on his bottom lip after laying the belt flat on top of the table. "AMIRA... I'm bouncing from one megalomaniac to another and somewhere in the middle of it all, like a snake in the grass just waiting for the right moment to strike, is Savannah Taylor. But you're right...", Chris reluctantly admitted. "I need to clear my head. I need to momentarily forget about Shimada and Savannah Taylor. I preached to Molly Reid about how I could do this division more justice than she was doing. The Pride Championship had blended into the background, perhaps of no fault of her own. Title defenses became few and far between, and she filled that down time with bitter feuds. The Pride Championship became an accessory that she carried around from arena to arena. I don't want the same to happen to me. This belt deserves to be in the center of that spotlight that AMIRA is always trying to find her way into..."

"And could there be any better way of reinforcing the significance of the FGA Pride Championship than outshining the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion in one on one competition? These are the kinds of matches that you need to win if you're going to live up to your word. She needs to understand that despite carrying that belt, she's still lower on the food chain", Frankie hollered.

"You know what one of the major differences between AMIRA and I is? And this goes for Shimada too... I'm not out here trying to make everything about me. She's already prancing around calling the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship. If that's not the biggest slap in the face of everyone who ever carried that championship then I don't know what is. Hell it's a slap in the face of everyone ever associated with FGA! That belt is supposed to pay homage to the beginnings of this company and signify what could be the beginning of a legacy here in FGA. Instead she's making a mockery of it and proving to everyone out there that she's gone completely off of the deep end", Chris argued. "That belt could be the stepping stone to so much more. For example, look at Izzy Anders, almost nine months as champion, five successful title defenses, and where is she now? FGA Undisputed Champion..."

Frankie walked away from the doorway and pulled out the seat next to Chris. He plopped down and crossed his right leg over his left leg, looking over to the Pride Championship that was stretched across the table. "Her loss Chris. She's already lost sight of what that belt signifies and she'll be the only one to suffer because of it. She'll be a paper champion with nothing more than a line in the history books to show for it. You on the other hand. You have the opportunity to bring this belt back to it's glory days. You want to be known as a fighting champion? I can't think of a more perfect way to put the entire roster on notice than putting down one of the other title holders the company has. Make her regret having that spotlight on her, and make everyone else think twice about stepping up and challenging you. Two birds one stone", he disclosed.

Madison grabbed the Pride Championship and draped it over his shoulder as he jumped up to his feet. "Regardless of how these next few weeks play out, one thing is going to be made crystal fucking clear, I lay down for no one", he bellowed as his viselike grip tightened around the championship belt that he carried around so proudly.

"A harsh lesson to learn, but in this business, unfortunately, people need to be constantly reminded who you are and why you're still able to go out there and perform at the level that you do", he said, grinning as he rose to his feet.