Elena tilted her head slightly, her expression indecipherable as she considered Fiona’s offer. Elena knew that trusting another competitor in a match like this was a dangerous play. She was no stranger to the chaos of triple threats, where alliances often crumbled the moment it became inconvenient to stab your partner in the back. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about Raven. Elena was not entirely opposed to this idea, else by now she would have turned and walked away. The wheels in her mind were turning, but Elena was not ready to commit. 

“So,” Elina smirked, “you and I team up… against Raven. We escape the cage together and then… what?… We go to Vegas together, winking among ourselves, as we prepare to compete for the first ever NMW women’s championship?”