A very stern and almost glaring Becky Lynch stood in front of a hotel door. Beside her, and on the complete opposite end of the emotion spectrum, was Emma who was practically brimming with energy and nearly bouncing in place with excitement.

Emma: See? See? See how good my idea is? I'm basically like a genius!

Becky Lynch: I don't want to do this. I hate relying on anyone else. If it were up to me, I would tear through them all by myself. But four on one odds can be a real pain in the ass. So that's why you're here.

Emma: And because we're best friends?!

Emma folded her hands underneath of her chin and batted her eyes while Becky stared off without very much emotion.

Becky Lynch: No

Becky Lynch: I admit that I'm not completely sold on this idea. You're very much..you. And she..I don't know. I can respect that she's been wrestling since she was thirteen but..all I've seen her do is yell "THIS IS MOI 'OUSE" and take fifteen selfies a day.

Emma: But she did beat Summer last weeeeek..

The Aussie reminded her in a sing-song type of voice and Becky reluctantly gave in.

Becky Lynch: True. All I need for you to do is keep whoever Stacy she decides to bring down to the ring this week out of the match. I should have a title around my waist and it's that whore's fault that I don't.

Emma: You mean WE should belt's around our waists, right?

The kooky blonde made a motion around her waist, signifying where a belt should be. Stacy Keilber was the key factor in Emma and Becky not capturing the Tag Titles and neither one of them had forgot this fact.

Becky Lynch: Whatever.

Emma: Don't worry about it! I talked to her already! She's completely down! Easy peasy!

Lynch was all business at the moment and wanted to get this little meeting over as quickly as possible. She stepped her way over to the hotel room door, with Emma in tow, and gave it a few taps with her knuckles. There was no replying. She tried again but louder and still was met with silence. Finally, she simply twisted the unlocked door knob open and let herself in.

Becky Lynch: ...

They were not prepared for what was inside. Within the room were dozens of inverted crosses hanging from the ceiling. There was a big pentagram drawn in the middle of the color with some sort of red material and a dark haired one crouching over it. Upon seeing feeling the sunlight upon her, Paige lifted her head and let out an almost inhuman shriek. Becky quickly slammed the door and she and Emma pressed their backs against the hotel building. They were both alarmed, obviously, Emma considerably more so.

Emma: OmiGodOmiGodOmiGod!

Becky Lynch: What the HELL was that?! What was she even doing?!

Emma: I don't know, I don't know!

Becky Lynch: You said you talked to her!

Emma: I did!

Becky Lynch: Was she eating a baby while you chatted it up?!

Emma: No! There weren't any babies! She was completely--

The door slowly creaked upon and a very reserved Paige stepped outside. She lightly cleared her throat.

Paige: Hello.

Emma ducked her way behind Becky and peeked out from behind her. The Irish born wrestler looked on with all the apprehension one could imagine after watching someone perform some kind of Satanic ritual.

Becky Lynch: Uh. Hey. 'Sup.

Paige: I understand that we have a common enemy?

Becky Lynch: Uh. Yeah.

Paige: Good. I want to see the Mean Girls dethroned as well. We'll all watch each others back. Agreed?

Paige extended her hand forward and Becky went to shake it before realizing it was covered in something red and dried.

Becky Lynch: ...

Paige retracted her hand and placed it behind her back, swaying lightly with a happy little smile on her face. Emma suddenly popped up between them and threw her arms around them both.

Emma: We can call ourselves the Submission Sorority! Ya know! We all do submissions!

Becky Lynch: No. That's a porn.

Emma: How do you know that..?

Becky Lynch: Because shut the hell up, that's why.

Becky wiggled her way out from underneath of Emma's arms and turned her focus back to Paige who was still sort of off in her own little world.

Becky Lynch: I want to beat the living hell out of Stacy Keibler just like you did to Summer last week. There's no chance she could ever beat me without her dumb ass little friends around. Got me? Just be at ringside if they try anything. Alright?

Paige: I've got you.

Paige gave a big, slow nod.

Paige: Do you want to come inside? I'll make some tea and--

Emma: NO!

Becky Lynch: No. Never. Just..be at the arena Monday night.

The dark haired, strange young woman just smiled vacantly as Becky inched away from her, still watching very carefully, while Emma went back to using her as a hiding place.

End Scene

Now it was time for a sit down interview. An empty arena that with an already constructed ring along with the set for Warfare. Heavily tattooed and very fashionable, former wrestler Corey Graves was conducting it and sitting across from Becky Lynch. She was dressed in her full ring gear and pre-match attire, leaning forward with her hands folded and a very grim sort of look on her face.

Corey Graves: Joining me currently is one of the newer faces in the Women's Division: Becky Lynch. At Warfare we're finally going to see her go one on one with-

Becky Lynch: Stacy. Keibler.

Corey Graves: So, needless to say, you've been waiting for this moment since Stacy's action's cost you the Tag Team Titles a month or two ago.

Becky Lynch: I have not forgot about her for even a split second. She's been out playing games with Torrie Wilson and trying to keep herself relevant by hanging out with some new friends and I've been very patient. Because I knew that eventually I was going to get her in the ring.

Becky scowled and shook her head. Just thinking about that long legged bimbo made her sick.

Corey Graves: You..definitely sound like you've got some pent up frustration here.

Becky Lynch: Uh. yeah. Wouldn't you? I am going to make her pay for what she did. Stacy has been living on borrowed time ever since that exact moment she cost me my championship. She's pretty stupid so you probably never thought that she was going to have to own up to this. But you know what? She isn't ever going to interfere in one of my matches again. I'm going to beat her so severely that it never crosses her mind again.

Corey Graves: Getting your first title opportunity taken away you would make anyone understandably upset. But Stacy isn't alone.

Becky Lynch: The only thing that's going to save her from having her arm ripped off is the referee. Not Summer, Eva or Sasha. When I force her to tap out, I'm going to whisper four words into her ear. "Was it worth it?" Was it worth putting your nose where it doesn't belong? Do you think any of her new "friends" are going to be able to help her? Do you even think they're going to care? No. All they're going to do is go "Hm. Stacy lost. Big shock. Let's go shopping!" I've been doing this since I was fifteen years old. No breaks. I never ran off to Hollywood to get soft. I mean, you she wasn't very good before she left but now she just straight up sucks.

Becky laughed to herself but it wasn't a joyous or even cocky type of laugh. It was more of the "I'm counting down the seconds until I get to dismember you" variety.

Becky Lynch: I'm taking her arm home with me. But she won't have to feel lonely. Because I'm going to have a whole mantle full of them when I'm done. Stacy made a wrong move making an enemy out of me. She started this, I'm just finishing it. When it's all said and done, when I'M done kicking all of their asses, they won't have any choice but to admit that I'm better than them. They're going to prove it through their actions, not their words, by slapping the mat, crying and screaming. Then, and ONLY then, am I ever going to show those pack of assholes ANY mercy. Ya know what else? I'm sick of talking about it. I'd rather just get out there and do it.

The microphone clipped to her jacket was impatiently removed and the redhead stood up and left the ring. She wouldn't have to wait much longer to attempt to extract her revenge out of Stacy Keibler.