Genevieve would be in the locker room, talking to a photo of an old wrestler. It was her grandfather and she was on this wrestling journey to find out who murdered her grandfather. She was also speaking French to the photo as she had a determined look in her eyes.
« Donnez-moi la force d'épater la foule avec ma lutte. Guidez-moi vers une éventuelle victoire contre mon adversaire ce soir.
(“Give me the strength to wow the crowd with my wrestling. Guide me to a possible victory against my opponent tonight.”)
There was a knock at her door and Genevieve would open it. One of the LAW Staff Members would tell her that they were ready for her to come out to the ring. Genevieve nodded and walked down the hallway and towards the show curtain. She then waited for her music to play.