the man comes around

backstage becky sullenly takes a shower to wash off the sweat and humiliation of her defeat.

tonight was the most degrading and humiliating night of her life.

becky couldn't believe what they had done to her.

even worse stephanie mcmahon didnt seem to care.

she silently gets dressed and packs her bags ready to go home.

at the thought of just going home like nothing happened, tears began to slip down her cheeks and becky lets out a sob.

angerily she wiped her eyes.

"really becky?"

becky looks up to see charlotte flair frowning down at her.

"what do you want charlotte?" becky mutters as she crams her clothes in her bag and zips it up.

"oh NOTHING." charlotte says dismissively.

"I just came over to see why you're crying and acting so pathetic."

"just spit it out charlotte. or get out of my face." becky mutters.

charlotte frowns and crosses her arms under her large breasts.

"the becky lynch I know doesn't cry. the becky lynch I know doesn't take her ball and go home."

"what do you know-" becky starts but charlotte holds up a finger.

"I'm not done talking, becky."

"then what?!" becky says fists clenched in frustration.

"I'm saying quit crying like a loser and go kick her ass!"

something in becky's eyes changes. a hint of her old fire emerges.

becky nods.

"you're right. thank you charlotte. I'll do that."