The camera cuts backstage to the executive office overlooking the TNA arena. The door closes softly behind a TNA Knockout that Elayna personally recruited to be signed to the company. Elayna Black is seated behind her desk this time, blazer immaculate, one leg crossed slowly over the other.

She looks up — and unlike with everyone else, she actually smiles.

“Well… there you are.”

Her tone isn’t cold. It’s measured… almost pleased. She rises from her chair, walking around the desk instead of forcing the other girl to stand across from it.

“I was starting to think you’d let someone else waste my time tonight.”

She stops in front of the other Knockout, close enough that it doesn’t feel accidental.

“You know something?” Her fingers lightly adjust the lapel of the other girl's jacket — an excuse to touch, brief but deliberate. “They’re all working so hard for opportunities… clawing at scraps.”

A faint smirk curves her lips.

“You don’t have to.”

Her eyes soften just slightly, but there’s still that calculating depth behind them.

“If I want you in the main event, you’re in the main event. If I want you next in line for the championship… it’s yours.” A pause. “And if anyone has a problem with that? They can take it up with me.”

Her voice lowers.

“I take care of the people who matter to me.” “And right now… that’s you.”

She steps back just enough to look the other girl over, satisfied.

“So tell me… what do you want tonight?”