Renee Young approached Randy Orton, backstage at the BOK Center. Randy, for his part, did not even notice her appearance. His eyes were glued on his iPhone. His index finger was pressed against the screen, and he idly flicked and swiped something on the display, paying no mind to the woman standing before him.[/color]

Renee Young: Randy, you have a match tonight with your tag team partner, Bobby Roode. You'll be facing Dean Ambrose and Tomasso Ciampa. What are your...

Randy Orton: Hang on.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Renee Young: Um, Randy...

Randy Orton: Damn it.

Renee Young: Am I interrupting something?

Randy Orton: My Wife plays this puzzle game, you know where you match the gems and what not.

Renee Young: I have six of them, yes.

Randy Orton: Yeah, I don't think it's my thing.

Renee Young: Did... did you have any words to say about your match?

Randy Orton: You mean my tag team match with the guy that isn't Edge?

Renee Young: Er, yes.

Randy Orton: Against that one guy that wasn't even important in the indies, but is somehow memorable here? And Tomasso Ciampa?

Renee Young: Well, yeah.

Randy Orton: You mean the guys that say tired, unoriginal burns like how I'm not relevant anymore, when I did more in my first year in this company than both of them will ever accomplish combined?

Renee Young: That's probably more of a matter of opinion, but yeah.

Randy Orton: Ah, okay gotcha. Then I have nothing to say about them.

Renee attempted to follow up, but Randy patted her on the shoulder with a smirk, and walked off. Renee looked at the camera and shrugged as it faded to black.