becky lynch

Sasha angrily gestures to a referee to hand her a mic.

sasha holds up the mic for a moment listening to the boos of the crowd with a confidant smirk on her face.

finally she licks her lips and speaks.

"becky lynch." the crowd erupts in cheers at the mention of the man's name.

"yeah. yeah you go right ahead and cheer her. this sunday im going to beat the hell out of 'the man' and take back MY women's title."

the crowd erupts in a thunderous sea of boos.

"yeah well-" before sasha can finish becky's music hits.

becky strides quickly down the ramp and grabs a mic from renee young.

becky turns to face sasha and climbs into the ring.

"sasha ya blue haired little weirdo, ya never learn do ya? no matter how many times I beat your ass ya always come back for more.

becky licked her lips with a long pink tongue.

"I almost admire ya sasha. I'll tell ya what. forget sunday lets go RIGHT NOW!"

becky throws down her mic and climbs into the ring.

sasha holds up her hands.

"first things first becky. put the title up. RIGHT NOW."