Hysteria

[Clover]

The highly unlikely trio of Becky Lynch, Emma and Paige could all be found within a hotel room. Becky sat on one of the beds with her back pressed against the wall and stared towards the bathroom door. Glaring would probably be a more appropriate description. Paige sat on an opposite bed and gazed off at nothing in particular and was completely unmoving.

Becky Lynch: Oh my god..how long can you keep yourself locked up in the bathroom?!

Becky shouted to presumably Emma who was the identified party locked away in another room. Despite the outburst, Paige didn't budge at all.

Becky Lynch: Okay! Brian Kendrick quit the company! Big deal! He didn't care about you! OBVIOUSLY! Stop pouting like a teenager and start worrying about stepping on Summer Rae's throat!

This seemed to stir Paige as she placed her hands onto the sides of her face and let her tongue hang outwards.

Paige: That sound she made after I drove her face into the mat. It was like a symphony. An orgasmic symphony. Of PAIN and PLEASURE and-

Becky Lynch: Okay, shut up, that's enough out of you!

Paige piped down but the same demented look on her face with her tongue flicking out. Becky groaned to herself.

Becky Lynch: ..God damn it. Emma! Get your ass out here now!

The bathroom door slowly opened itself a brief moment later. Emma emerged wearing a paper crown on her head with a child's blanket, blue with yellow stars, tied around her neck to serve as a cape. She placed her hands onto hips and spoke in a royal tone. Or what she must have imagined a royal tone sounded like.

Emma: 'Tis I! My arrival should be heralded by trumpets and fan-fare! I am quite prepared to trounce that peasant Summer Rae! This victory shall be truly magnificent! All shall bear witness to my greatness!

Becky stared on blankly and began to what wrong turn she took that got herself into this situation.

Becky Lynch: What..are you doing?

Emma: Is it not apparent? I am merely proclaiming my intentions for Warfare! That harlot will be dealt with in a most swift manner! Suitable for a Queen!

Becky Lynch: No, no. no..

Becky slapped a hand onto her forehead

Becky Lynch: We've kicked the Mean Girls asses two weeks in a row and now you've completely lost your mind since your psycho ex..left?

When Becky looked up she noticed that Emma was now laying sideways across the bed. Her hair hung in front of her face and she looked completely lifeless. She even spoke in a deadpan and empty tone. The cape and crown had been discarded.

Emma: You're right. I am completely hopeless. I could never beat Summer Rae. I could never get Kendrick to love me. I should go lay on train tracks. Life is so..unnecessary.

The Lass Kicker squinted her eyes and watched this drastic personality switch carefully.

Becky Lynch: Are you trollin' me right now?

Emma: No. I'm not trolling you. That would take too much effort. I'm too dead inside to do that. Maybe Summer Rae will hurt me so bad that I'll actually feel something again.

Emma rolled off of the bed and landed with a thud and remained flat on her face. Becky looked over to Paige but she was of no help as she was back to staring at a corner of the room. After rolling her eyes, Becky peeked over the side of the bed. Emma suddenly sprang up with her blonde hair pulled back into two wild pigtails. She made her fingers into two devil horns and spoke in a much more aggressive tone

Emma: But F*** all that! I'm mother F***IN' EMMA! I'm gonna rip that bitches head off and shove my fist into her empty neck cavity! And if the rest of those SLUTS get involved I'll kick them so hard that they'll have bone in their stool for a week! HELL YEAH! I ain't takin' no shit from these dumb asses! Summer Rae?! More like Summer MOTHER F***IN' DEAD!

Becky Lynch: I..the..what?

This was a lot for one person to try and soak in at once. Emma turned her back to the camera and remained quiet while Becky tried to make heads or tails of this.

Becky Lynch: Look, I don't know what the hell's going on in your screwed up head right now but--

Emma spun around and still had her hair in pigtails except they were less wild and more bouncy, sort of like the way a little girl might wear them. Her hands were folded underneath of her chin and she spoke in a baby-ish sort of voice

Emma: Wowie, wowie! Those big Mean Girls and that big meanie Summer Rae! They are all just soooo nasty! I'll show them that they can't push me around! Nuh-uh! I'm gonna give Summer a big ol' whoopin! That'll teach her! That big butt face!

Becky Lynch: You have completely and utterly lost your shit, haven't you?

Emma: On the contrary.

The Australian now had her hair tied back into a sharp ponytail and spoke in a more authoritative, stoic and dignified tone.

Emma: I am in complete control at the moment. I know what precisely must be done in order to achieve a victory. I will leave little room for miscalculation. You have no need to fret. Our streak of dominance will continue. Please allow at least that much confidence in me.

With one hand on her swaying hip, Emma made her way out of the hotel room, closing the door behind. Becky looked on, completely dumbfounded.

Becky Lynch: Did you see that sh--

Paige had been statue like nearly the whole time and Becky let out a loud, agitated sigh. And once again wondered how she ended up in this spot.