its lacey evans!

lacey evans struts onto the stage and lifts a microphone to her lips.

"sasha it seems to me that if you want a real challenge you should give me a shot at that-"

lacey points a long white gloved finger toward the belt in sasha's hand.

"-title you're holding there."

Sasha shakes her head.

"I thought we agreed you had my back!" sasha says a tad unconvincingly.

lacey smiles. "oh come now. that was when that nasty man was in the picture. now that she's gone-"

lacey begins marching down the ramp with a purpose.

"this alliance is over sweetheart." lacey throws down the mic and runs toward sasha.

sasha meets her head on and the two trade blows. for a moment it seems as though sasha is going to withstand the ****

but lacey connects with the woman's right and sasha wilts like a flower. kneeling carefully, lacey picks up the belt and admires it then raises it high.

settling the belt on her shoulder, lacey walks over to the announce table and grabs a mic from renee young.

after climbing back in the ring lacey evans stands triumphantly over the women's champion and looks right into the camera and meets becky's gaze.

"we need to settle the little matter of who will face sasha for the women's title at summer slam. so becky fight me next week. anytime any place. I'm a lady but even ladies can be HARDCORE." lacey drops her mic and then dabs herself with her handkerchief before throwing the belt down on top of sasha's limp form and sauntering off backstage.