Becky Lynch released a sigh of annoyance. She should have been in the Queen of the Ring finals after leaving a trail of broken and snapped limbs but she let some relic get past her. She shook her head in disgust as she allowed the water from the shower head she was standing under to soak her fiery, orange colored locks. After finishing up, she wrapped herself in a green colored towel, muttering some curse words to herself, and headed into the main area of her hotel room.
Emma: HI RED!
This startled her. Again. Emma in her hotel room. Again. Sitting in the middle of her bed with a big, bright smile, like a puppy who's master had just came home. There were tons of notes and papers sprawled out around her. Becky quickly slipped back into the bath room and slammed the door. After a brief moment she returned in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
Becky Lynch: Are you damaged?! Did you break into my hotel room AGAIN?!
Emma: I didn't break in! I just told the staff that this is my best friend's room and they let me in!
Becky Lynch: First off, not your best friend. Secondly, that's the worst service I've ever heard of and I'm knocking whoever is standing behind the front desk's teeth out.
Emma: And--
Becky Lynch: With a roll of quarters.
Emma: AND, of course we're best friends! You gave me that inspiring pep-talk when I was at rock bottom and at my darkest moment!
Becky Lynch: You were crying for about two hours. Where I was trying to stretch. You wouldn't stop. I told you all that so you would SHUT UP.
Emma: Precisely! That's what best friends do!
The Aussie spread her arms outwards and Becky rubbed a pair of fingers between her eyes
Becky Lynch: I don't like any of this. And what the hell IS all this?
Emma: Notes and strategies for our upcoming match!
Emma looked rather proud of everything she had masterfully plotted out. Becky strolled closer to the bed and snatched a few of the papers that had been strewn about. Try as she might, she couldn't decipher any of it even after squinting her eyes. It looked like it had been written by a second grader.
Becky Lynch: Your hand writing is stupid. Who could possibly read this?
Emma: Exactly! If no one else can read it, no one can get into my head and see what I'm planning!
Becky Lynch: Yeah, not even me, you DUMBASS! Your partner!
The Irish born import shuddered and began to wipe at the skin on her arm
Becky Lynch: Saying that out loud is a lot more sickening. Anyway, it's just Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. They haven't in eons. Torrie Wilson's been too busy sucking and Stacy Keibler's been occupied being soft in Hollywood or whatever part of hell she crawled her way out of him. Let me do the heavy lifting. Don't do anything dumb.
Emma began to tap at her chin
Emma: But we've NEVER teamed before. Wouldn't that sort of give them the advantage?
Becky Lynch: So what? We're both accomplished and we've been all over the world. Stacy Keibler hasn't a wrestled a match since 2002. Torrie Wilson, still sucks. That we both have motivation. I want to shake up this whole division. From these artifacts who won't go home to the moron's holding all of the titles.
Emma: Oh! Right! I agree! They're the worst! The pits!
Emma bobbed her head up and down in agreement before a completely confused look swept over her face.
Emma: Ooooh. What's my motivation?
Becky Lynch: Brian Kendrick. Summer Rae.
Those names instantly caused Emma's empty-headed and vacuous traits to go right out the window. She gripped her fingers into the sheets underneath of her and began to growl like a feral dog
Emma: DAMN IT! I HATE HER! Bird brain, ostrich face! I should be fighting for the crown right now! I should be ready to rule alongside Brian!
Becky Lynch: ..Wrong motivation.
Emma: I am going to rip Torrie and Stacy apart! That way I can get my hands on Summer! She ruined everything for me! All of my hopes and dreams! Gone!
Becky Lynch: Emma.
Becky couldn't get past Emma's ranting which was getting increasingly more intense and loud
Emma: I. DON'T. LIKE HER. Not all! I don't like Stacy and Torrie either! I'm going to kick both of their asses! Stay out of my way! I bet THEY think they would get more of Brian's attention than me too! ERGGGGH! I'm tired of everyone looking past me!
Becky Lynch: EMMA.
Emma began to violently shaking her fists towards the ceiling, causing her long blonde locks to go flailing about
Emma: I'm going to become a champion! Then I'll be the one laughing! HA HA! Just like that!
Becky glanced over to Emma's i-pod that she had brought along, resting on a counter, charging. The screen high lighted a category called "Emma's Calming and Happy Peace Time Music. She plucked it into her hands and pressed play. A piece of music from Disney's Inside Out began to play
I-Pod: Who's your friend who likes to play? Bing Bong, Bing Bong!
Emma: His rocket makes you yell "HOORAY!" Bing Bong, Bing Bong!
Almost instantly she snapped out of her anger and folded her hands in her lap, swaying back and forth. Becky slumped down into a chair and stared on in disbelief and astonishment. She just stared in silence at what was going on before her
Becky Lynch: I can..harness this. I can make it something. Hey Emma.
Becky pressed the pause button on the i-pod
Becky Lynch: Just saw it in the papers this morning. Stacy Keibler was on the red carpet with Kendrick. Doesn't that make you want to break those stupid, twiggy legs of hers?
Her temper flared up again, slowly but surely despite how completely absurd that scenario sounded
Emma: OOOOOH, THOSE NO GOOD MOTHER FU--
The play button was pressed again.
Emma: --Who's the best in every way and wants to sing this song to say BING BONG, BING BONG!
Becky Lynch: ..Try this again.
The grappler from Ireland turned the music down.
Becky Lynch: Hey. Emma. Torrie Wilson was in a gigantic orgy with Brian Kendrick. Happened right in the middle of the streets. They kept having all kinds of sex.
Emma: I WILL KILL EVERY SINGLE--
The dial was turned back up and Emma went back to joyfully singing
Emma: BING BONG, BING BONG!
Becky rose her brows but then began to smirk. Maybe this could work after all.
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