It was a sight many wrestling fans would pay to see, Becky Lynch was lying down, in her bed, with Sasha Banks on top of her, passionately kissing the hell out of her. It was the second time this week she had been in this position. Sasha smoothly slipped her tongue in between Becky's lips, Becky responded by digging her nails deeper and deeper into Sasha's back.

"Becky! That hurts!" Sasha exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

Becky used the rare opportunity to roll over onto Sasha, switching their positions and continue kissing her.

Sasha laughed into the kiss a bit before rolling her back to their original position, regaining control of the kiss.

Becky kept trying to fight back into control, but Sasha was too strong, and held her down to the bed, laughing as their tongues danced. Sasha again broke the kiss.

"What time is it!?" She asked, frantically, out of breath.

"5:45." Becky responded, slightly confused as to why Sasha was so anxious.

"Fuck, I gotta go. I'm really sorry Becks."

"It's fine, I'll see you tomorrow or something I guess. Can I just ask where are you..."

Sasha had already grabbed her stuff, put her shirt back on over her bra and left, closing the door behind her.

"...going." Becky said, a strong sadness over-coming her as she lie down, alone.

"I wonder if I'm the only one" Becky said letting a year roll down her cheek.