Rematch

[Skyler]

A comic convention had been scheduled a day or two before Destiny, in Florida, and three of EBWF's female talent's had been selected to attend. It was packed full costumed fans and various booths set-up where various television, movie stars, and anything in between could be found. The three women in question, Becky Lynch, Emma and Paige, made their way through the crowd and their moods were as follows: Extremely annoyed, cheerful and..god knows what. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which mood belonged to who.

Becky Lynch: I hate this. I hate every second of this. I hate life.

Emma: Geez Louise, lighten UP! It's fine, it's fine, it's fine! Enjoy yourself!

Paige: ...

Becky Lynch: I can't enjoy myself. Because I feel like punching pretty much every single person that we've..

The redhead paused for a moment as someone strolled by in a very elaborate, very cartoonish and very brightly colored furry wolf costume. Becky cracked her knuckles deep into her palm and it looked as though it was taking every ounce of patience she had not to commit a homicide.

Becky Lynch: ..come across. And why are you dressed like that?

Becky took note of the odd attire that her partner was currently sporting. It was a black and red, skimpy super hero(or villian) type of outfit with a small red cape attached. Emma looked down at herself and then back to Becky with a confused look.

Emma: We're at a COMIC CON! Duh!

Becky Lynch: This is stupid. I hate this. Did I mention that? Did I mention how bad I want to punch EVERYTHING?

Emma: Save it for Destiny! Let it all just bottle up inside of you and UNLEASH it all over Summer and Eva!

Becky Lynch: If I have to wait that long then when I get my hands on them they won't have what could legally be described as a "human face".

Emma: GOOD! As long as we keep our shiny, sparkly titles! Punch away! Hit, hit, hit!

The enthusiastic Australian threw a couple of energetic imaginary punches through the air and ended up nailing a guy in the side of the head who was dressed like Braden Walker. He fell with a thud from the unexpected blow and Emma recoiled with her hands covering her mouth. Becky, meanwhile, was even more aggravated at this turn of events.

Becky Lynch: Are you SERIOUS!? You get to punch someone and I don't!

Emma: I didn't mean to! That was an accident!

While this was going on, Paige had crawled over to the unconscious man and removed a few locks of his hair. She held them up in front of her face and stared at them like they were ancient artifacts.

Paige: Finally. The ritual can begin.

The pair ignored this as they were slowly getting used to Paige's quirks if there wasn't any blood involved. Becky, following suit, threw a random punch outwards and ended up connecting with a man dressed as former EBWF World Champion Rene Dupree.

Emma: BECKY!

Becky Lynch: What? I was pretending it was Summer or Eva.

Punching an innocent passerby made Becky relax a little before she rose a brow with a fist resting on her hip.

Becky Lynch: Who comes to something like this dressed like Rene Dupree or Braden Walker?

Emma: Don't worry about that! We need to focus! Focus, focus, focus! On defending our titles! You know, the Mean Girls have a name and we still haven't come up with one for us yet!

Paige: Children of Satan.

Emma: CHILDREN OF SATAN! Yeah! I can work with that! Slap it on a few t-shirts and--

Becky Lynch: NO! We're not calling ourselves the..Children of Satan! We don't need a god damn name! We just need to win matches! Like this Sunday. All we need to do is--

Emma paused and began to look about in a frantic manner.

Emma: Where did Paige go?

Becky Lynch: Probably to rip a lamb and drink it's blood or something, who cares? She's only here to make sure Stacy or Sasha don't get involved. But, LIKE I WAS SAYING, we've kicked their asses plenty of times now for the past couple of months. We just got to do that again. Their losing their hold on this division so I'm figuring their confidence is pretty low at the moment. I'll gladly rub it in their faces with the bottom of my boot. I'm NOT above kicking someone when they're down, ESPECIALLY those two. Eva and Summer are soft. We've proved it and we just gotta prove it one more time.

Becky's sentence was almost cut off from an ear splitting, high pitched shriek that had come from Emma who had folded her hands underneath of her chin as her eyes practically sparkled.

Becky Lynch: What?! What are you screaming about?!

Emma: I just saw someone cosplaying as us! Look, look!

Emma bounced in excitement while pointing a flailing finger in the costumers direction. Growling, Becky stomped over and grabbed her by a few of her blonde locks.

Becky Lynch: Were you not just the one saying "Focus, focus!" a second ago?! You had better be prepared to rip the heads off of two Mean Girls Sunday night! I know they LOOK stupid but they didn't have a stranglehold on the women's division for no reason!

Emma:I'm focused! I'm focused! Ow!

Becky Lynch: No. You know what? I don't think you are. But I've got something that's going to get your head in the game. I strongly prefer The Mean Girls when they don't have anything to brag about and I wanna keep it that way. I LIKE being a champion. I've got something that's going to help YOU unleash, or whatever the hell you said, on Summer and Eva.

Emma: I'm ready!

Emma performed a salute.

Becky Lynch: Right. Stay right there. Don't get distracted.

Easier said than done considering the person involved but Emma nodded firmly as Becky walked off.

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Sometime later we returned to the Women's Tag Team Champions and we found Becky pulling Emma along by the wrist while she covered her eyes with her free hand.

Becky Lynch: Ready for the surprise?

Emma: I love surprises!

Becky Lynch: Then you're gonna love this. Keep your eyes covered!

Becky pushed open a large pair of doors and led Emma into a room in the convention center.

Becky Lynch: Alright. Uncover 'em.

Emma uncovered her eyes and stood very still. Becky had managed to round up a dozen or so very confused con-goers who had been cosplaying as Brian Kendrick. Emma's face began to scrunch up while her fists wound up tightly at her hips. Becky quickly slipped out of the room and closed the door. She pressed her back against the door and folded her arms.

Becky Lynch: She's either going to have sex with, like, twelve dudes or..

A blood curdling screaming followed by male screams coming from the room that Emma was going to go the violent route and not the passionate one. Becky nodded in approval, a job well done

Becky Lynch: Now she's gonna be ready.