" I HATE YOU! "
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Finn and Sami glance at each other as their brows naturally raise when they witness Kevin Owens sharing his food with none other than Paige.

"She's still alive ... how?"

Sami asks as he's been a victim to being slapped by Kevin for the few times he's attempted to grab a bite of his meals.

"She lives!"

Finn gasps as the Anti-Diva shoves yet another handful of Kevin's popcorn into her mouth, the Canadian Murder Bear completely aware of her doing so and strangely enough, totally cool with it.

Could it be real love?

"If you're going to stare at us, you two might as well snap a photo of us already." Owens hollers as Sami shrugs with a playful smile.

"Don't mind if I do." He says with his phone half way out until he freezes at the sight of Kevin glaring at him.

"That'll be $20."

He says, making Paige laugh at his insanely crazy fee for having a photo taken of them. Sami gives up and heads towards the two, leaning on Paige as he watches the intense Women's Triple Threat Match.

"Who are you rooting for?"
Kevin asks.

"Sas-

Once again, Sami freezes in his actions as Paige turns to glare at him coldly. "This is a Becky Lynch support group zone. If you don't support Becky, get outta here." Paige states as Zayn's eyes widen.

"But—

"I love Sasha to death, but this is my girl's moment, so shut it Zayn!" The Brit snaps as she focuses back on the match. When Sami looks at Kevin for support, Owens just shrugs as he conveys a message by subtly shaking his head to say that arguing with Paige is not a good idea.

Especially not when it comes to the Irish Lass.

Sami cringes as he watches the match, sharing a mutual discomfort with Paige as the two look away when Becky screams in pain.

"It's like Brooklyn all over again." Owens comments as he remembers the great match that Becky and Sasha put on. At the time, he was rooting for the Boss, but over his dead body would he tell the Brit.

She'd hang him ...
upside down,

after she slit his throat.

"C'mon Bex!" Paige cheers as she pulls on her hair from watching her friend suffer from the agony Sasha brings.

"She's in so much pain." Sami pouts as the Brit scoots over to allow him to sit on the crate her and Owens share.

At the sound of hearing Sami comment about Rebecca being in pain, Finn grunts in frustration as he brings himself to witness if for himself.

Watching Sasha painfully pin her hyper-extended arm in a way it shouldn't makes the Irish man want to march down to Hunter's office to quicken their plan.

He's seconds away from storming away to cause a riot inside Trip's office when Paige shouts and throws her hands up in the air, cheering for the Irish Lass Kicker as she breaks free of the torturous position Sasha had her in.

Becky backs up to a corner to check on her arm before strategically rolling out the ring to allow Charlotte and Sasha to go at it as she inspects her arm more thoroughly.

After massaging her left arm for a few seconds, Becky takes full advantage of the match by surprising her Charlotte who's got Sasha seated on her shoulders by drop kicking baby Flair's chest.

All three go down, Sasha and Charlotte receiving the worse end as they still squirm in pain while Becky, seemingly unaffected kicks up and rallies the crowd by her side.

With the crowd on their feet and chanting, the Lass Kicker cracks her knuckles, feeling the whole show coming to an end,

she can almost taste the anticipation,
the anticipation telling her that this will finally be her defining moment in the WWE.

To ensure her victory, Becky tosses Sasha out of the ring and then waits by a corner for Charlotte to stand up.

When the tall blonde finally finds her way back to her feet, Becky counters one of her kicks by dodging and then finds herself surprised by her own strength as she lifts Charlotte up and then slams her back down to the canvas with a Rock Bottom (falling side slam).

A gasp leaves Becky's lips as the stadium turns pitch dark. The Lass Kicker quickly drops down, able to pull Charlotte's leg up for the pin.

The Irish Native holds onto dear life, thinking that over her dead body is she going to lose while the lights are out.

"Get off of —

Sasha's screams are muffled as she bites at the hand that covers her mouth, her feet glued to the ground as someone has their hands around her ankles, keeping her from entering the ring.

As the lights go back on, everyone cheers as the referee intuitively slides in and counts,

"1"
"2"
"3"

Becky rolls away from Charlotte and brings her hands to her face, sobbing as Lillian overjoyously crowns the Irish Lass the first recipient of the new belt, and the new WWE Women's Champion.

When Lita steps into the ring to wrap the belt around her, Becky breathes in and out, trying hard to control her emotions as she repeatedly blinks just to be able to look into the camera and say,

"I did it, I've not taken part, I've taken over."

The crowd sings the Irish Lass's theme song as she limps up the ramp, pained but victorious with tears of pride in her eyes.

As she steps backstage, Becky beings to cry even more as Paige, Owens, and Bayley are the first to hug her, their words so kind she can only muster weird noises that the Brit and NXT champ seem to comprehend.

Everyone pats her back, stepping aside to let her pass as they congratulate her on not only the "stellar" match, but also on being the Women's Champ, the first to represent the new belt and hopefully break the stigma of a diva.

Everything is pink and warm, until it's not.

"How could you?"

Sasha's voice cuts as Becky reaches the Doctor's office.

"I thought you were different than Charlotte, but I guess you're just the same cheatin', lyin', canivin' little backstabbing bitch that she is!"

Sasha hisses as she winces in pain by walking towards the Irish Lass.

"W-hat are you talking about?"

Becky murmurs, completely lost as Sasha only shakes her head.

"You're full of shit Rebecca."

Sasha mutters.

"Mer, talk to me!"

Becky pleads as The Boss walks back into the doctor's office and takes a seat as she cries. "Why'd you do it, Rebecca? Why send out Finn & his henchmen when you're capable of beating me yourself? This could have been YOUR triumphant moment, and to the crowd it still is, but between you and me ... you've tarnished that belt already, and our friendship ... I hate you."

Sasha spits as she shoves Becky out the doctor's office and even slams the door shut in her face, Rebecca too slow and stunned to have moved out of the way.

With the door harshly striking Becky's nose, the Irish Lass winces in pain, bringing her hand up to her nose that bleeds profusely.

"Rebecca!"

Finn gasps, rushing to her side and removing his own shirt off to help soak up the blood leaking from her nose.

As Finn attempts to dab the fabric against her nose, Rebecca slaps his hand away and then even shoves him so hard he clashes against a wall.

"YOU!"

Becky shouts, pointing at him as she cries with frustration.

"YOU DID ALL OF THIS!" Becky hisses, wiping her eyes as Finn takes a step closer before stopping when the Irish Lass warns him to keep his distance.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Finn hisses.

"D-did you interfere in my match?"
"Did you keep Sasha down?"

Becky questions, awaiting in silence until Finn sighs. "No, I kept her mouth shut ... Doc and Anderson had a hold of her ankles to keep her down."

Finn explains, staring at her go still, dead still.

"Rebecca ... the only way you'd be crowned was if you'd join the Bullet Club ... for an added "wow factor" ya know?" He says, feeding her cooperate bullshit that reminds Becky of the conversation she had with Hunter not too long ago.

Down in NXT, Hunter was more than approachable,
but in the main roster, Hunter's head was never in the right place.

"I did this for you."

Finn whispers, thinking Becky's understanding as she takes a step closer towards him.

"An added "wow factor" because am I not enough?"

"Rebecca, you know that's not what I mean."

Finn sighs, wanting nothing more than to wipe the blood off of her nose and congratulate her. Yet, all of those wants turn into nothing the second she coldly slaps him, going at it until he grabs both her wrists.

"All my life, I've painted you as gold, but now I see that you're nothing but filth!"

Becky hisses as Finn frowns.

"Really? Training you and helping you through the hardest moments in your life make me filth?" Finn shouts, his temperature rising as Becky toys with his emotions.

"I hate you!"

Becky hisses.

"You're selfish!"

Finn shouts back, letting go of her wrists and continuing his glare as she paces back and forth in front of him before stopping.

Becky stares at her belt before taking it off and glaring at Finn. She walks up to him so fast that Finn's left with no time to react as she smashes the belt so hard into his face that blood is drawn, staining the belt with not only her tears, but now his blood too. "I'm not the Women's Champion. Thanks to you, I'm just a fool."

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AUTHOR'S NOTES

I apologize for cutting the match so short, I just didn't know how to properly re-write the beauty that was the women's triple threat match at mania.

Obviously, I've put my own spin on things here because it wasn't charlotte that won, but becky (at the hands of Finn).

The question now is, do you think Becky will join the Bullet Club?
Will she be forced to?

OR,
will she just not take part?

:P

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