Unity

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Scene Uno

En route to the Izod Center, a couple of stops had to be made. Namely to a gas station. With a sky full of bright stars above her, Becky Lynch propped her back up against the establishment and took a drag of a cigarette. She didn't usually smoke but her two travel companions had pushed her to this point. Being stuck in a car with Emma and Paige was like..honestly, she couldn't even find the words to properly describe it. A lot was on her mind. Summerslam was looming and she needed this victory. She needed a title reign. And most of all she needed to stomp out the Mean Girls. Emphasis on STOMP. The redhead flicked the cigarette away. Her nerves were calmed. For the moment. She was simply waiting for her..'partners' to finish up inside. They could be left alone for five minutes, right?

Emma: BANG, BANG, BANG! This is a stick-up! We're robbin' ya!

Or maybe not. The man behind the counter looked understandably alarmed as Emma pointed her fingers at him in the shape of a gun while shouting the #1 one thing you didn't want to say in a gas station. No wonder she had been arrested before. The blonde Aussie smiled before placing a fist on her hip.

Emma: THAT is what we're gonna tell the Mean Girls after we take their titles at Summerslam!

Paige, with her hair in front of her face, could be seen shuffling and creeping about in the background.

Emma: Those are our opponents! The Mean Girls! Yeah, just like that dumb movie! We call ourselves..uh..we don't have a name yet but who cares? We've been kicking them around for weeks now! We've GOT this! We're gonna be champs! Champs, champs, not chump, chumps!

Emma bounced around giddily with her hands folded underneath of her chin.

Emma: See, things are different now. I used to come out and do this goofy little dance like "doot-do-doot-do-do-do-do"

She hummed the rhythm to her old theme song while doing those weird motions with her hands before leaning in closer to the attendant, with her elbows propped on the counter.

Emma: But lemme tell you something. I'm not like that anymore. I'm EVIL now. And I don't take nothing from anybody. When I get Eva and Summer in that ring I'm going to..

Paige: YES!

Both Emma and the attendant looked over in the direction of the voice. Paige was standing next to the Slurpee machine which was now overflowing due to it's lever being stuck in a downward position. Cherry flavored liquid spilled out of it, flooding all over the floor. Paige held it in her hands, grinning while laughing softly. She spread some of it onto her face.

Paige: Lord Satan. Please except my sacrifice. Please accept my virginity in your honor! This BLOOD is my offering to you! Look how it flows!

The worker, having seen quite enough at this point, looked like he was about to shouting when..

Scene Dos

Becky was now driving the groups rental car along the highway and looked as though a blood vessel was about to pop in her head. Emma was in the passenger seat, smiling blankly forward.

Emma: Vrrrooooooom. You sure are driving fast.

Paige was nowhere to be seen.

Emma: Hey, where's Paige?

Becky Lynch: Don't know. Look. I don't know if we should keep her around.

Emma: HUH? Why not..?

Becky Lynch: Do I really need to answer that?

Becky gave a glance from the corner of her eye while Emma looked genuinely confused.

Emma: Okay, so she thinks she worships the Devil! Or..she does? Big fat hairy deal! Everybody's got some kind of weird kink!

Becky Lynch: I almost broke Stacy's arm. You beat Summer Rae's ass. I don't think the odds against us matter anymore. We've got a second chance at Summer and Eva. I'm not screwing this up. I'm walking out of Summerslam a champion, god damn it. That should be the number one thing on your mind.

Emma: It is, it is!

Becky Lynch: Paige is a psychopath. Not, like, cute psychopath like you, I mean she's straight up--

Emma: AWWW, YOU THINK I'M CUTE?!

Emma suddenly threw her arms around Becky and hugged her tightly. This almost caused her to swerve into another lane of traffic. After some loud horns blaring, Becky screeched the car into a stop in the safety lane. Emma sunk low down into her chair. Becky was gripped the wheel so hard it seemed like she could have torn it off.

Emma: ...I'm sorry.

Becky Lynch: We win this match. There is no alternative. Sasha's like pack of dumb shits is falling apart and starting to fight one another. This is our opportunity. I want that gold. NO. EXCUSES. Do I make myself 100% clear?

Emma: Crystal.

Paige: (muffled) Yes.

The Evil One's face began confused as she started to look about.

Emma: Where..is her voice coming from?

Becky Lynch: ..I threw her in the trunk.

Emma: Ya did WHAT?!

Without a moment's hesitation, Emma bolted out of the car. The hood popped and Paige climbed out. After a moment, Paige was now occupying the back seat and Emma was siting in the front, pout-glaring at Becky with her arms folded.

Paige: Hello.

Emma: Shame on you! Locking our friend in the trunk!

Becky Lynch: ..She kept..acting..like..a dumb ass. She was distracting from the task at hand. Distractions. Get. Locked. In. Trunks.

Paige: Sorry.

Emma: She said she was sorry!

Becky Lynch: Yeah, she sounded SO sincere.

The car revved up and shot back down the highway. Becky wondered if things like this ever went down with The Mean Girls?

Becky Lynch: We're taking a stand here. Alright? This Sunday, we might see The Mean Girls completely lose their grip on all the titles. We can help start something new. I'm NOT calling this a lame ass revolution. But it can be a new era. Everybody in?

Emma: Yes!

Paige: ..Hello.

Emma: Hi!

Emma peered into the back seat and waved feverishly at Paige who was living on another planet at the moment. There was a moment or two where Becky strongly thought about driving off a bridge. But she supposed this was as close as unity as this pack of misfits was going to get.