Backstage at Warfare, Leva Bates was trying to prepare for her match. She seemed concerned. Her friend and tag team partner, Britt Baker, was trying to calm her.

Leva Bates: A cage match? A freakin’ CAGE MATCH? This isn’t fair, Britt. I shouldn’t have to do this…

Britt Baker: Are you seriously scared of facing Alexa Bliss in a steel cafe, Leva? I thought you were made of stronger stuff than that.

Leva Bates: It’s not that I’m scared, I’m just a little concerned. You know about Alexa’s dark side, Britt… you’ve talked about it…

Britt laughed to herself.

Britt Baker: Scared, concerned… all about the semantics with you, isn’t it? I called on Alexa to tap into her “dark side” and look where it got her. She tried to get nastier, more violent at Christmas Eve of Destruction, and I still came out on top. Her anger can be her weakness, Leva. I expect you to outsmart her.

Leva nodded.

Leva Bates: You’re right. I shouldn’t be concerned, I can outsmart her. Besides, it’s only a cage… I can handle a cage match.

Britt Baker: You’re damn right you can. Alexa will have nowhere to hide. And I’ll be there, at ringside. I’ve got your back.

Leva smirked.

Leva Bates: Okay, let’s do this. And I guess when I beat the Women’s Champion, that puts me next in line for a title shot…

Britt Baker: Of course. When I beat Alexa for that title at Fallout, I will gladly let you be the first woman I defend the gold against. But you have to earn it. Beat Alexa tonight… make her pay.

Britt and Leva continued discussing strategy for the match as the camera cut away.