Natalya felt the vibrate motor on her iPhone buzz and she dug her phone out of her purse and looked at it. Her face became flush with sudden panic.

Natalya: Oh, crap! I have a match with Summer Rae in the first round for the King of the Ring Tournament. I need to come up with a wrestling strategy.

Her face became determined as she thought through an action plan.

Natalya: Okay. Don't let her change it to a dance off. Suplex. Suplex. Twirling clothesline. Powerbomb. Sharpshooter. Alright, I think I've got it.

She exhaled sharply.

Natalya: That was a close one. Almost caught unprepared.

The scene faded as Nattie went about her business.