The camera came up backstage as Natalya was walking down the hallway in a black power suit and a pink belt. Her hair was tightly tied back in a neat ponytail, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked with a brisk pace. She had her phone up to her ear as the mic picked up her side of the conversation.

Natalya: Yeah. I don't know where they dug her up either, but Candice Michelle is my opponent. I know, right? This is kind of the whole reason I exist is to make sure girls like Candice Michelle aren't hogging up the spotlight, but I guess since it's otherwise going to Jaime Hayter's dumb ass, who cares right? Yeah. Oh, shut up. You really think I'm going to hurt Candice? I'll be real gentle. This isn't like when I signed my first EBWF contract. I'm serious! Even Candice Michelle is preferable to the group of hens we have right now. Alright, I'm gonna go train. Bye, bitch.

Nattie ended the call on her phone and looked at the camera.

Natalya: What the hell are you doing standing there? Get out of my face!

Nattie pushed the camera away and walked off as the scene faded.