Natalya took a deep breath as she weighed her options. Careful consideration had to be done, as the wrong choice could prove disastrous for the evening. Warfare Games had a lot riding on it, with the new direction EBWF was going in after the events of Fanniversary. It seemed like a new dawn had arrived, but if Nattie wasn't careful, she could start it all off on the wrong foot. Her brow furrowed as her eyes darted between her choices. The deep reverie was interrupted suddenly by a familiar voice.

Renee Young: Uh, Nattie? Are you busy?

Natalya remained focused, but replied curtly.

Natalya: A little.

Renee Young: W...what are you working on?

Natalya: An important decision.

Renee Young: And that is...?

Nattie turned around with two pairs of boots. One pair was a glossy black with a pink heart on it, the others were glossy white with a black and pink heart on it.

Natalya: Which boots do you think might taste the worst?

Renee Young: I, um... what?

Nattie huffed.

Natalya: So we're in this gauntlet match, right? Well, it's clear that Alexa Bliss is not going to make it to Trish, since she has to get to me, first. So I'm trying to find out which boots I'm going to stomp her face into the mat with. Whichever one I pick, Alexa Bliss is going to be tasting for a week. So, which one do you think would taste more like salty garbage?

Renee Young: Um, which ones do you use more.

Nattie narrowed her eyes at the interviewer.

Natalya: Hmmm, a bit harsh, but point taken. Looks like it's the black ones.

She tossed the white ones into her duffle and set the black ones down, stepping into one and starting to lace them.

Natalya: What do you want?

Renee Young: Just wanted to get some thoughts from you regarding your match tonight.

Natalya: You want some thoughts? Here's some thoughts. Trish and I are two of the greatest women's wrestlers to ever set foot in EBWF. I would argue the only woman better than either of us isn't with us anymore. Whenever our names are on the marquee, you can bet it would be for a PPV extravaganza like Fanniversary, or something really important. So, if the bean counters decided that Warfare Games is important enough to bring out Trish Stratus and Natalya Neidhart, who am I to argue? But if they're going to pull that ripcord, I'm going to give them their money's worth. Tonight, if Alexa even makes it past her first opponents, I'm going to give her a beating so bad that people are going to sharing clips of it on social media forever. It's going to be an ass kicking that will be played more times than HBK super-kicking Stan.

She finished lacing up her left boot and began work on the right.

Natalya: And on top of that, am I going to relish the opportunity to do a Warfare exhibition with Trish Stratus? Are you kidding me? That's what people are going to be there for. Not to see Alexa get turned into a pretzel after a Sharpshooter. They're going to be there to see us tear the house down. And there is no one that I would rather do that with than Trish Stratus. And allow me to give you my personal guarantee. It will be the two of us left at the end. Not Tay Conti, not Britt Baker...

She mockingly gestured the DMD taunt.

Natalya: And certainly not Alexa Bliss. Tonight it's Natalya and Trish, and then the rest of 'em. That's how it is. That's how it always is. And that's how it always will be.

She grinned as she finished up her right boot and stood up. Without another word, she brushed past Renee and left as the scene faded.