Becky lynch rises

Becky angrily storms into Adam Pearce's office.

"how could ye make a title match for this weekend without TELLIN' me!?"

Adam raised his hands.

"hold on Becky I DIDN'T. I 'm not sure what's going on."

Becky's eyes narrowed.

"what do ya mean,' ya don't KNOW?"

"I've' been trying to reach Vince all day. I'm not sure who made the match.

I Would never pull one over on you Becky."

"all right I'll wrestle Doudrop. now I HAVE ta. but I want it made a last woman standin' match."

Adam made a note. "okay. anything else?"

"no."

Becky left his office.

as she left Kayla Braxton walked up.

"Becky, Doudrop laid waste to you and lass kickers international. what is your response?"

"my response? I'll TELL ya my response!" Becky sputtered, grabbing the mic out of her hand.

"Doudrop ya talentless tub o' lard, ye NEVER shoulda put yer chubby little hands on my FRIENDS!

this Sunday I'll put my title on the line in a last woman standin' match!"

Becky leaned close into the camera.

"and when I'M Standin' tall over ye, and yer broken on the floor, starin' up at the lights, ye'll know the man has come around!"

staring hard into the camera Becky dropped the mic on the floor and walked away.