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[Skyler]

The locker room of Becky Lynch and Emma. The fiery redhead still pondered on many occasions how exactly she got to teaming with her kooky little tag partner. It was far from ideal but it slowly starting to pay off. Once again they had the potential to win gold. They just had to become #1 contenders to get that chance. Becky was all in and completely concentrating on accomplishing this goal. But, as always, it was a little more difficult to tell where the blonde Aussie's head was at. They both sat in steel chairs, facing one another. Becky, almost scowling in steam punk gear, and Emma smiling brightly in flowery dress with her hands folded in her lap. Those blue eyes of hers were staring off at God knows what and Becky snapped a few fingers in her face to draw her attention

Becky Lynch: Aye! You ready for this? You there right now?

Emma: Of course I'm here, Red! Duh! Where else would I be? Sheesh.

Becky Lynch: Listen to me. Listen close. We're one step away from getting another shot at Eva and Summer and-

Emma: Did'ja see what I did to Summer last week?! POW! Right in her face! Felt soooo good! ZAM! POW! Right between her beady little-Mmmph.

The muffled end to the sentence came due to Becky impatiently sliding a hand over Emma's mouth.

Becky Lynch: Yeah. Saw it. Whole world saw it. Now do it again. But this time do it to Trish Stratus and Natalya.

Reluctantly and against her better judgement, Becky moved her hand away from Emma's mouth

Emma: We're gonna be tag champs, YEAH! We're gonna stomp Trish and Natalya, YEAH! We're gonna have so much gold, YEAH! We'll be puking gold, YE--

The hand returned to her mouth.

Becky Lynch: Alright, alright, shut up, god damn. These two are vets, alright? They've been around the block. We don't underestimate them. Trish might look like E.T. now and Natalya..well..who gives a damn about Natalya? But they aren't push-overs so FOCUS. Can you wrap your head around that? FOC--GUH!

Emma had begun to lick Becky's palm to get her hand away and it was 100% successful. The native of Ireland recoiled her hand in both terror in disgust

Emma: Red, red, red! I've got this! We've got this! Trish and Natalya get messed up and then we're on the road to finally becoming tag champs!

Becky smirked and closed her eyes. Finally, everything was starting to come into play

Becky Lynch: I'm ready for this. Ready to show everyone how dominant we really are. We're going to go out there and--

Lynch looked up and suddenly looked distraught. And for good reason. Emma, once again, had a paper crown on her head and child's blanket tied around her neck.

Emma: But of course! Who better to represent the THRIVING Women's Division than us? Hm? I shall answer that for you! No one! This shall be most glorious! Kneel before us! Kneel before our splendor! Tis' a MAGNIFICENT day to be alive!

With her head held high, Emma went marching out of the locker room. Becky's head was a little lower. Like, face first on the table in front of her lower.

Becky Lynch: ..God damn it..