An interview set was nicely set up backstage at the Allstate arena in Rosemont, Illinois. A huge EBWF logo hung up on the back wall of the interview area accompanied by royal blue curtains behind that. Michael Cole stood in his suit with his slicked back hair and microphone in hand.

Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may introduce at this time, my guests, Sasha Banks and Summer Rae.

The camera panned back a little to reveal the tall blonde and her shorter companion with vibrant pink hair. Sasha sported her signature shutter shades and Summer flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. Neither Diva seemed eager to acknowledge him.

Summer: Let’s keep this moving, Cole.

Sasha: Yawwwnn.

Cole: Alright, well… lately it would seem that the Mean Girls have been absent in a way, since Wrestlemania. Can you tell us what the three of you have been up to since then?

Summer: Michael, we decided to treat our hard working selves to a vacation. To say “thank you”, ya know, to ourselves.

Cole: I wasn’t even aware that was a thing.

Sasha furrowed her brows at Cole.

Sasha: Of course it’s a thing, boo boo. But you wouldn’t know ‘cuz you be triflin’.

Cole: My - uh, apologies and duly noted. If I may ask why you wanted to show gratitude towards yourselves? For what, exactly?

Summer: For what? Hah! For what?! For everything you ignoramus! If it wasn’t for Sasha, Eva and I, this division would be nothing! Pretty sure we proved to be the most dominant team in Women’s wrestling by uh, I don’t know, defeating everybody already. We’ve defeated all the veterans clinging to life around here in the back, we’ve taken championships, we’ve destroyed tag team after tag team, we’ve made even the “strongest” female wrestlers run crying and then quit. We slay every week with our on point fashion sense and high sex appeal. We’ve accompanied some of EBWF’s hottest Superstars on red carpets and to exclusive events, we’ve won Slammy’s, I mean the list goes on and on and on. And as much as I absolutely love to talk about myself and my bae’s… I don’t have time for it tonight.

Cole: Yes, we are just moments away from a triple threat tag team match for the EBWF Divas tag titles here at Aftermath, where you will face off against the team of Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, and the team of Trish Stratus and Natalya, the current champions. Do either of you have any words for your opponents this evening?

Sasha remained silent for the most part. Opposite of how she once was when starting out with the Mean Girls. Summer wasted no time responding.

Summer: Ha, yeah, we’ve been waiting a long, LONG time for this, Michael. The Mean Girls were basically robbed of our titles by Beautiful Dangerous.

Summer paused and pursed her lips for a moment.

Summer: Do they even go by that anymore?

She shrugged her shoulders and continued on.

Summer: Why am I even asking? It’s not like anyone actually cares. Especially not me, and damn sure not Sasha either. Let’s face the facts here, Nattie wouldn’t be anything if she wasn’t married to Wes Ikeda. Please list me some of her recent accomplishments, besides being one half of the tag team champions? Name one. Go ahead.

Michael Cole cleared his throat but Summer interrupted him like she always did.

Summer: Exactly, you can’t. Oh, I mean besides coming out and announcing she’s an Ikeda now. Like, what? Haven’t you been an Ikeda this whole time?

Cole: I think she means that she-

Summer: Okay, you need to chill, Cole. I know what it all meant, I may be blonde but I’m obviously not stupid.

Sasha: Cole’s got enough stupid for the both of us. Tuh. How about you’s get back on track-- better yet, why don’t you just take a step back, and let us continue to do the talking boo boo. Byeeeeeeeee!

Sasha flung a bling-ringed hand in Cole’s face as Summer shoo’ed him away. The two turned to face the camera with a synchronized eye-roll.

Sasha: Look, The Mean Girls stay winning. The only time you’ll catch us hanging with losers is in the ring because as usual, we will be taking what’s ours. The gold. The W. Stacy’s extensions when we snatch her bald. Nothing short of a victory. Don’t think of the Mean Girls vacation as time away from the ring. Think of it as a us being nice and actually giving these flunkies a chance to survive.

Summer: We were born winners. We always have been winners and we always will be winners. Nothing is going to change tonight. You can all bet that it will be Sasha and I walking out of the slum, brand new tag team champions. It’s about time someone takes initiative to bring excitement back to the tag titles, and let’s face it, Natalya and Trish have only been spot holders. Literally they have done nothing all year long, while girls like Sasha and I have been working our tails off week in and week out.

Summer adjusted her body weight.

Summer: Sure, we took a vacation to not only thank ourselves for all the hard work we’ve put in since day one, we also, as Sasha said, let the newbies try to have a little limelight. It was a good deed on our part really, but don’t expect it to happen again! After we had a chance to rest ourselves, we’re back to accomplish anything and everything we set our minds to. And in case you couldn’t tell already, our sights are on the tag belts. So shine them up real nice ladies because tomorrow they will garnish brand new name plates.

Summer looked proud and confident alongside her partner Sasha Banks.

Summer: Oh, and since I haven’t been here to say it, Trish may have won Female Wrestler of the Year, but we all know the Slammy’s were rigged and my girl Sasha Banks clearly deserved that golden statue. Sasha Banks is leagues above Trish and ole’ T-Strat knows it. We’re going to prove to you, Cole, and the rest of the idiots in this world, one more time that we are the better tag team. We’re coming down to that ring to to clean house, scalp a couple of bitches and steal their lunch money. And by lunch money, I mean their titles. So you ladies can BANK…

Summer nodded towards Sasha and continued.

Summer: … on that!

The scene faded out as Sasha and Summer were seen doing the Mean Girls signature snap in unison.