Wrong Place, Wrong Time

[Skyler]

Becky Lynch was not in the best of moods at the moment and that was understandable. Not many people were walking on sunshine after getting screwed out of winning championship gold. She was found sitting in her locker room with a quiet, intense sort of look on her face. The hair, goggles and dark jacket all stood out but her death glare into the camera took the center stage.

Becky Lynch: Let's take a moment to try and get a grasp on everything that's happening right now in the Women's Division.

The young woman from Ireland folded her hands together and placed them underneath of her chin with a simulated look of observation appearing upon her face.

Becky Lynch: All the gold is held by trio of cowards who can't get anything done unless they're running in a pack. As I've said, there's three of them already. But that isn't enough. Because they are completely and utterly insecure. So when they KNOW their time is up..what do they do? They go out and they find a fourth member. FOUR. Because they were sweatin', they were nervous, they KNEW their grasp was about to slip away. They can spin it anyway they want but they KNOW they lost that match. Eva was tapping. Tap, tap, tap. Right in the middle of the ring. The whole, entire world saw it. And Summer? She was practically crying in a corner after the first minute. It's all there, documented until the end of time. They were getting wrecked and had to recruit some never was to give them the win. Meanest Year my ass.

The last phrase was spat out and filled with venom and it was apparent she wasn't pleased with the result of her most recent PPV match.

Becky Lynch: Stacy Keibler. You tall..goofy..bitch. Ya should have kept your ass in Hollywood instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. When I get my hands on you, and I AM going to get my hands on you, I'm going to dump you harder than George Clooney did.

She smirked to herself. She had already beaten Stacy Keilber once and was salivating at the chance to do it again.

Becky Lynch: In fact, after I'm done with her, I'm going for Eva. And then Summer. Sasha Banks' dance card is already full but you three got nothin' goin on except for my boot going down your throats. But first..before I get to you three..I'm taking out these frustrations on Alexa Bliss.

Becky rolled her eyes briefly at the thought of her skilled but bratty opponent.

Becky Lynch: Alexa, you little girl, you CHILD..take your pacifier out of your mouth and put on a clean diaper before you step into the ring with me. Do you think I've got a problem with beating down a legit twelve year old child? Hell no. 'Cause I've never really been a very big fan of prissy little Barbies. I never had many dolls as a kid. I didn't want to play dress up with 'em. I had a lot more fun pulling their heads off and melting their faces with lighters. I can't do that to you so I'm going to find some middle ground. Somewhere between dismemberment and victimizing.

Another smirk. Facing Bliss was going to be truly therapeutic for her this week.

Becky Lynch: I will be damned if I get robbed out of the tag team titles and then I drop a match to the Fairy Gumdrop Princess. You, Alexa, are going to be an example for what I'm going to do to everyone and anyone that thinks they can play games with me and get away from it. So when I make you tap, scream and cry? Go blame it on the Mean Girls. 'Cause they put you in the ring with a very, very pissed off woman who's going make you wish you would have found yourself a nice, safe hiding spot instead of coming down that aisle.

This was not a time for boats but rather a time for action. Lynch was far more intent to let her ring work speak for her this week. The scene went black.