Backstage, Summer Rae and Eva Marie were both sitting together in high director-style chairs. Eva had a nail file in one hand and was working on her nails while Summer was glancing over her cell phone.

Eva Marie: Like I was saying, there’s no need to break a sweat over her, Summer. She’s literally nothing. Like if she were a number, it would be less than zero.

Summer Rae: Break a sweat? Ew! And over Carmella? Double ew. I’m just sitting here trying to google what she’s even done since being signed in EBWF. Seriously… nothing.

Summer visibly scrolled down on her cell phone in frustration.

Summer: Like seriously. SERIOUSLY. Why is my time being wasted on some busted moonwalking hood rat from Staten Island? Everything about her is disgusting and honestly, there like.. isn’t enough sanitizer in the world to save me from whatever rotten bacteria that trash bag carries around. She’s like a filthy, walking petri dish. I’m not afraid of facing her, Eva.

Summer sat up in her director-styled chair and crossed her legs.

Summer: I may be scared of touching her. But it’s not like I know I can’t take her down. We’ve done it before. So let her try her best, I’ll just knock her back into oblivion. It’s what us Mean Girls do best anyways.

Eva Marie smirked as she continued to fix her nails.

Eva Marie: What a time to be alive. I’m number one contender, you’re about to ruin what’s left of Carmelita’s career.

Summer: It really is good to be us, isn’t it!

Suddenly, Eva turned her head at an angle and gave her best model headshot face. Summer looked confused, not sure what was going on.

Eva Marie: I sense a selfie.

“Let me get that for you, boo.”

The camera zoomed out and Sasha Banks stepped into the picture, with her gold iPhone 7 plus. A major upgrade from the iPhone 6 plus. She handed her phone over to Eva, who promptly took a picture and handed it back to Sasha.

Sasha Banks: Tuh. Corolla doesn’t stand a chance. Those cars are hella small. Kind of like her head. And her list of accomplishments.

Summer: Pfft you got that right, boo!

Summer hopped off of her chair and walked over to hug her bestie, Sasha Banks.

Summer: Besides, we all know a poor man’s Corolla like Carmella can’t ever compare to a few Maserati’s like us. After tonight boo’s, I’m gonna leave that leopard print loving fashion reject in the dust.

Eva Marie: We wouldn’t be able to see a difference anyway. She’s so dirty looking.

Sasha Banks: Bury her!

Summer: Oh don’t you two even worry yourselves with that. It’s time to teach this little street brat who really runs this division. Us. The Mean Girls. Since day one, the entire locker room thought the three of us would fail and fade away. They all said we would never make it as a team, that we would turn on one another... and look at us. Here now. Look at everything we managed to accomplish. We got rid of the “Beautiful People”... and that other dumb group, what was their name?... Oh yeah, Beautiful Dangerous…

Summer snickered and took a seat once more.

Summer: We chased out Emma and Becky Lynch, and countless other superstars they've tried to throw in our way. We are the LONGEST reigning Women’s tag champs of all times. We’re still undefeated. So does Caramelatte think she stands a chance against me? She’d be a fool to think so. Then again she probably is dumb enough to think she can take me down. We all know New Yorker's aren't exactly the smartest or classiest of people. My advice to that off brand, Enzo Amore wannabe... is to maybe lay off cooking herself in the tanning bed like a baked potato, and maybe actually try to focus on her career for once. I bet she even uses bleach straight out of the box because she can't afford a reputable hair salon. It's a sad situation really. I mean for me, of course. That I am forced to lock up with some grease monkey that wears gold hooped earrings bigger than my fist. But it's fine... really. I have to get my hands a little dirty from time to time, guess I can handle that. Things have gotten pretty bad around here in our absence but that's all about to change. I mean I think Eva and I made it pretty clear last week that we’re back. Now the three of us are officially back in action and ladies, it’s time to clean house. This division is foul and the stink in the locker rooms is giving me a headache. I guess it’s just my time to start this whole thing off, tonight, against “The Princess of Staten Island”....

Summer Rae used finger quotes and rolled her eyes.

Summer: I mean… who brags about being a princess of an actual trash pile? Like… congratulations, I guess?

Eva Marie: Why be a princess when you can be a queen, anyway.

Sasha Banks: That’s why Summer is one step ahead. The Mean Girls are back, and there’s no time for this small talk. You can bet we’ll take it all just like we have before. Tuh.

Summer nodded her head in agreement with both Eva and Sasha.

Summer: We have proved everyone wrong in the past, we have stood together for over three years now. No one could break us apart. No one could stop our rise to the top. You know what they say after all... "The cream will always rise to the top". We did once before and we'll sure as hell do it again. We’re unstoppable, and every female in the back knows it. These girls were all put on notice last week when we took it to Liv Morgan. Now it’s going to be Carmella, and then whoever else is stupid enough to get in our way. We’re about to make this… the year of the Mean Girls.

The iconic three did their signature Mean Girls “z” snap in unison as the cameras faded out on them.