Ivanna scoffs at Liberty. “Ha! Two weeks? Little girl, I didn’t break a sweat on this Candy trash. She was just warm-up. How about we do it right here, right now? I’ll take you on.” The crowd shouts out for Liberty to accept. Ivanna raises the ante, “But let’s make this interesting. Let’s make this a retirement match. You beat me… (she giggles) fine, I’ll leave. I’m done. But if I beat you, your career here is over.” Then, she looks down at Candy Carpenter.