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The locker room of the newly formed tag team of Becky Lynch and Emma. Both ladies leaned back against the nearest wall with their arms folded. The two foreigners had pondering looks on their faces as the camera began to roll. The fiery haired steam punk's harsh personality seemed to contrast with the Australian's loopy but irrational behavior. However, they seemed to have come together due to common goals. In only their second match teaming together, they had an opportunity to become champions.

Becky Lynch: Say, Emma, have you heard the news?

Emma: Nope! What is it?

Becky Lynch: As it turns out, The Mean Girls have been together for just about a year now!

The blonde slapped her hands against her cheeks in an overly exaggerated way and tilted her head to the side.

Emma: Gee whiz! A whole year!

Becky Lynch: But do you want to hear even bigger news than that?


Becky slapped her hands onto her knee's, acting in an uncharacteristically peppy manner.

Emma: Sure!

Emma bobbed her head up and down in an overly excited manner.

Becky Lynch: Absolutely NO ONE gives a shit!

Becky discarded her false display of excitement and sneered at the camera while Emma did her best to try and copy the harsh expression.

Becky Lynch: You three think that you're everything this division has to offer. But the fact is you're about to be old news. There's a changing of the guard and you're looking at it. I'm just so, SOOO sorry that you're little anniversary is about to be ruined. You can get all of the hashtags trending that you want. They aren't going to help you one bit once you step inside the ring. Once I get you on the mat, I'm going to knock those snotty attitudes straight out of you and I'm going to LAUGH when I slap a submission onto one of you skanks and listen to you cry! It's WAY past time that someone took you two down and forced you to grovel. That time is now.

There seemed to be a smirk of satisfaction on her face. Taking the pair of snobby champions down a peg or two brought about that feeling.


Becky Lynch: Especially you, Eva Marie. You privileged little whore. The fact that you're carrying around a title and the fact that no one has been able to take it from you makes me absolutely sick. You, out of this trio of morons, are the worst offender. You got to waltz right into the business that I scraped and clawed to be a part of and you did it without even experiencing the slightest bit of pain. That changes at Warfare. Not only am I going to introduce you to pain, I'm going to make it as EXCRUCIATING as possible. All red everything? Oh yeah, you're gonna be all red. Red's gonna be all over ya. Seeping between your teeth, pourin' out of your eyes and all over your face. When I get my hands on you, Eva, I'm going to take your pretty little forehead and make it so you can stick quarters in it! Ya wanna be a pro wrestler? I'm going to beat you into the club.

Becky looked as though she wished to elaborate further on the type of bodily harm she wished to inflict upon Eva before Emma suddenly sprung directly in front of her.


Emma: And YOU. Summer Rae. I guess life must have been rough on Sesame Street because you didn't win the Queen of the Ring! Awww, what's wrong, Big Bird, couldn't get the job done? You couldn't even beat one measly boring Bella! You blew it big time!

Emma's jovial teasing darkened by the completely humorless look that had appeared on her face. In her mind, Summer Rae was her absolute arch rival and her most hated individual on the roster.


Emma: I had plans. I wanted to win the Queen of the Ring for a purpose! I was going to do something big! Something huge! But you ruined all of that! You crushed my dreams! You tore them all apart!

Emma looked as though she was getting increasingly more angry with every moment that went by. She started to pace with her fists curled up at her hips.


Emma: You did all of that and then you didn't even WIN!? You completely and totally wasted your opportunity! That crown should have been MINE! I''m not going to forget. I'm going to keep chasing you down until I get my revenge. You took something from me and now I'm going to take something from you! That pretty, shiny belt is going to be going around my waist! Oh, and it's going to look a million times better on me! I'm going to take that crooked scnozzola of yours and smear it all over your face! Then you won't go around talking about how you can have any man you want! I'm going to wreck you and then when I'm done he'll notice me and..and..

As they so often did, Emma's thought drifted to Brian Kendrick. She stared off into space and gave a happy little sigh. When the madman was brought up she either flew into a rage or a blissful state. The happy side of things is where she currently drifted. Becky growled and gave her a sharp flick to the nose to snap her out of it. Emma placed both hands onto her nose and gave it a few rubs.


Becky Lynch: FOCUS.

Emma: Ow! I'm focused!

With that mild hiccup in their otherwise razor sharp dialogue, Becky turned her attention back to the camera


Becky Lynch: Last week, all anyone wanted to talk about was Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. We got treated like afterthoughts. Like it was some kind of foregone conclusion that they were going to be Summer and Eva's next challengers. But after all of that hype..it all..amounted..to nothing. They couldn't stop us just like The Mean Girls can't stop us. We destroyed their homecoming and we're going to obliterate Eva and Summer off the face of the planet. Then you come up with some other pathetic little hashtag.

Emma: Yeah! Come up with more of them! #WEARESTUPID. Or #WEDONTHAVETITLES. Or #IWISHTHEYDIDNTPUNCHUSSOHARD. Or #DUHHHHWES--

Becky Lynch: Stop talking.

Emma bit down on her lip and nodded as Becky walked out of the camera's line of vision, feeling she had said everything she needed. Emma's eyes beaded about before she leaned in closely to the camera and dropped her voice to a whisper

Emma: We're gonna win.

Following that, she quickly followed along after her partner.

****

Late night. The unlikely pair stood outside of a night club which they didn't have much trouble getting into due to their EBWF Superstar status. Emma had picked out a cute dress for herself while Becky chose to wear a simple tight fitting white tank top and black jeans. The place was a combination of trendy but seedy with just the right amount of decadence. Flashing lights and bass heavy music were abound as the two made their way inside.

Becky Lynch: This is stupid. And a waste of time. We should be training for our TITLE MATCH. Not..this.

Emma: C'mon Red! We're celebrating!

Becky Lynch: Celebrating? We haven't won the match yet. I doubt Summer and Eva are..-

Becky paused for a moment.

Becky Lynch: ..On second thought, Summer and Eva probably ARE doing something like this. Which is exactly why WE shouldn't. I want to think about snapping their legs. Not dancing.

Emma: Lighten uuuup! We've got plenty of time to snap their legs! Just consider this the..uh..pre-celebration-celebration! And your Irish! There's beer everywhere you must be in heaven!

Becky's jaw began to tighten and her eyes narrowed. She apparently didn't appreciate the stereotypical remark. Sensing this, Emma held up her palms in innocence and backed away

Emma: A joke! Just a joke! Ha, ha!

Becky Lynch: This isn't a joke. Potentially losing my first title match to a pair of tricks isn't my idea of FUNNY.

Emma: Me either, me either! We're gonna tear up apart! But I get tired of sitting around in stuffy locker rooms and gym's all the time!

Becky Lynch: Yeah. Point.

Emma gave a glance over her shoulder to the dance floor where various club goers seemed to be enjoying themselves. She slowly peeled her head away.

Emma: No. I don't do that anymore. I'm beyond it.

Becky Lynch: Good. You looked like a total dumbass.

Becky eased herself down to a stool and glanced off to nowhere in particular.

Becky Lynch: Let's talk about our plan of attack here. Go over Summer and Eva's weaknesses and strength's. If we both of us--

Becky lifted her head up to see that Emma had vanished and reappeared on the middle of the dance floor. Tech N9ne's "Hood Go Crazy" played over the speakers.

WHITE GIRLS GO CRAZY
BLACK GIRLS GO CRAZY
COLLEGE GIRLS GO CRAZY
THIS THE TYPE OF SHIT TO MAKE THE HOOD GO CRAZY

Everyone was too drunk or incapacitated to care that Emma's dancing was still entirely atrocious so she was a gigantic hit among them. Becky groaned and buried two fingers between her eyes

Becky Lynch: [BLEEPIN] hell..

??? Still so spirited. So much energy. It's just contagious, isn't it?

Becky slowly looked to see who was standing beside her, assuming it was just going to be some club going drunk trying to hit on her. To her surprise it was Brian Kendrick. He was dressed in a silver colored suit coat, a red button up shirt underneath and black pants. She looked a little startled based on his reputation but stood her ground.

Becky Lynch: Keep away from her. I don't need you messing with her head before a title match, you got me?

Brian Kendrick: Your Irish. Shouldn't you be drinking?

Becky Lynch: Oh, man, EVERYONE's a comedian tonight, aren't they?!

Brian Kendrick: Settle down. C'mon. It's just The Mean Girls. What's with you women anyway? It's 2015. Let's see some real violence! I never see any of you trying to set each other on fire or run one another over. What's the worst Summer or Eva is going to do to you? Get you in the eyes with hair spray? Don't make me laugh.

Becky Lynch: They might act like clowns but there's a reason they have a the title's here. And why am I talking to you and why do you care?! Keep away from Emma you nutjob.

Brian Kendrick: Are you really trying to play this as if you're any different than me? I'm of Irish descent too you know. And, hey, we're both using her. We're more alike than you think! You know she's dumb and easily manipulated. That's why you're tagging with her.

Becky Lynch: Yeah? Maybe. But I see something in her. Not just some toy to be tossed away when I'm bored with her like you. Why are you even here?

Brian Kendrick: Easily obtainable pharmaceuticals? And, well, I'm..planning something, you see. Possibly. And I wanted to see if our dear, simple little Emma might want a place in this little..thing..I'm thinking about.

He lifted a hand over his head and waved it back and forth to draw Emma's attention. Her blue eyes went gigantic when she realized who it was.

Brian Kendrick: Hello! Emma! My little kangaroo! You're looking well!

Kendrick cupped a hand around his mouth and leaned in closer to Becky

Brian Kendrick: This is the fun part. I don't know how she's going to react! Is she going to hop over and wrap her legs around me? Or is she going to try and cut me?

Emma: You no-good, lousy, rotten, PIECE OF--!!

Emma came bolting over and went right for Kendrick's throat but Becky snagged her around the waist and tried to hold her back. But it was easier said than done when she was flailing about like a cat who had just been dropped in a bath tub. Kendrick watched with his hands resting behind his back.

Brian Kendrick: It's almost as if you're unhappy to see me.

Emma's reply was incomprehensible, a lot of yelling as she took a few swipes at Kendrick's face.

Brian Kendrick: You're going to tucker yourself out before your big title match.

Becky Lynch: God damn it, Emma! Save it for Eva and Summer! Forget about him!

Brian Kendrick: I just wanted to see if you wanted to talk! I can always make time for a FUTURE CHAMPION.

Emma froze for a moment, blinking away as she went entirely peaceful.

Emma: R-Really?

Brian Kendrick: Yes. I'm planning something. Maybe. I could get you and your little friend here involved and..well, you know me. I just make it up as I go along. What do you say? Friends?

Emma: ..Friends? ..FRIENDS?! I'm only good enough to be a FRIEND NOW!? I'm! Gonna! Kill! You!

Brian Kendrick: Hm. Poor choice of words on my part.

Moving his head slightly left and right to avoid getting clawed at, Kendrick began to back away while Becky continued to do her best to restrain her partner.

Brian Kendrick: Good luck, ladies! I would love to see some gold around your waists. Especially you, Emma.

Kendrick blew his former associate a quick kiss and Emma went blank again before reverting back into rage mode. He offered a wave with his back turned before disappearing, leaving Becky to try and calm down the incensed blonde