Author's Note: The witty banter is strong with Finn and Becky. Just once would I hope they make a segment together in WWE, but I'm unsure if that's gonna happen. There's more wild things to come in this fanfic, so without further ado, enjoy Chapter 4!

CH 4: Memories

….Becky doesn't seem ready to fight the Demon King yet…

…Fuck you. Fuck you and your comments…

…Excuse me?...

...While I was taking odd jobs and still recovering from a head injury that certainly caused me headaches, you were in New Japan partying with your boys and doing fucking 5-star matches in the making!...

...Now that's enough…

...Don't tell me like it's enough!...

...It's better to do business with the devil…

...You became the 'great pretender'...

...And this isn't Becky Lynch talking to Finn Bálor or Rebecca Knox talking to Prince Devitt. This is fucking Rebecca Quin talking to fucking Fergal Devitt...

...You weren't even a part of the Bullet Club. I didn't make you quit wrestling, you did that to yourself…

...Give me one fucking reason I shouldn't bash you in the face right now…

Becky woke up from her strange dream. She looks around her bedroom and finds she's still at her parents' house. Ever since the incident happened the day before, she couldn't forget that intense argument she had with Finn. The words, the emotions, the triumphs, the trials and tribulations all poured into one boiling cauldron of chaos.

Becky remembered after that drastic announcement Finlay made about Jordan being the special guest referee last night, the post-conference photo shoot had to be canceled (scheduled for another day) and she felt stunned sick all of a sudden. After signing a few autographs from her fans, she left the auditorium in a hurry and drove to her parents' house in Dublin to stay and rest.

She slightly lift her head from her pillow and felt a small onset of lightheadedness. Must be from the blows Fergal gave me, Becky thought. I mean damn, at least save it for the main event.

She slowly sits up and looks to her left side, her alarm clock on the table. It is 6:30am. Her bedroom is slightly dark, despite small sunlight making striped silhouettes along her pyjamas from her shaded curtains. She sees her phone on the left side of her pillow and looks at her Messages to find out if Finn said anything.

She knows that Finn wakes up early in the morning every day to take a jog up Bray Head, rest a while at the top of the hill, then jog straight down the hill back home. He usually asks her and his friends if they want to jog with him, but sometimes he goes alone to clear his thoughts.

So when Becky saw Finn's recent text that was sent as early as 5:45am, she had to look. The message read: "Meet me at Bray Head, 9am."

Either this was Finn's way of making amends or asking her out on a date. Jokingly the former, it seems. Becky was kidding about the latter.

After eating breakfast, Becky told her mom and dad that she'll be meeting Finn at Bray Head and we'll be coming back home soon. Dressed in a grey jacket and navy blue sweatpants, she drove down to Bray to find a parking spot near the Seafront.

As she came out of her car, Becky looked up at the magnificent Bray Head towering over the town's beach in its splendid glory. The hill looked like a billowing green giant sleeping on top of a bed of trees that nestled in the small green pastures. Atop the hill, there stands the concrete Holy Year Cross. They say that if you reached the summit near where the cross is held, you will witness a view of Bray unlike any other as if you're a king or queen overlooking their kingdom on a balcony.

There's a specific hiking trail called the Cliff Walk that Becky usually takes to get to Bray Head, so she started at the first checkpoint. The trail begins near Bray Head, then ends at the heart of Greystones, another seaside coastal town in County Wicklow. But Becky isn't interested in crossing the entire trail for herself. She's just there to meet Finn at the grandest hill in all of Bray.

She managed to climb greatly up the steep footpath and reach the summit in time. It's been a long time since Becky ever braced for such adventure, even if it were walking up Bray Head. Back in her early training years, Finn would challenge her to a race as to who would get to the top of the hill faster. Of course, he always win.

The summit is surrounded in small grass and grey slate rocks that trickled down the hillside. In the middle stood the Holy Year Cross, overlooking Bray like Christ the Redeemer watching over Rio de Janeiro.

There were a few hikers and tourists at the site, until Becky spots a guy that was sitting down on one of the slate rocks, watching the ocean. It looked like he was wearing a hooded jacket and a blue beanie that almost covered his brown hair. Becky tries to walk a little to the side and sees his beard.

Definitely Finn.

"Boo", Becky said. Finn turns around and sees her smiling, then slightly shakes his head. "Oh my, a ginger ghost. I'd better run", Finn replies unenthusiastically.

Becky sits down beside Finn on the slate rocks. The summit was slightly windy, but the fresh smell of the ocean below calmed down Becky's nerves. She didn't want to aggravate the situation, especially for what just happened yesterday. She looks down at her hiking shoes as Finn continues to stare across the sea. And yet...

The awkward silence between them grew painful. Even the sight of a bandage on his right cheek aches her heart. Becky came all this way to meet him, but their short moments of not having to say anything almost makes her feel guilty. The guilt she felt after leaving the conference, seeing her friend folding his arms in disbelief while sitting at the edge of the stage with downcast eyes.

What went wrong between them?

With enough courage, Becky spoke up and said, "Fergal, um….about the conference? I'm terribly sorry. I really a-"

"No, I should be the one", Finn said. "My choice of words were not addressed right and I screwed everything up for you guys. I went into personal territory I shouldn't be involved in and for that, I apologize. You deserved better."

"I wouldn't suggest you doing it for me, but….I'll accept your apology", Becky said, patting his shoulder. "At least, I didn't kill you."

"Yep", Finn replied. "At least one bandage on my face is enough for me to survive the days ahead."

Becky smiled. It seems their conversation is getting on to a great start, now that apologies are made honest. Finn gave a little smile and adjusts his beanie.

"So I heard you said I look nice", Becky said smoothly, changing the tone in her voice. Immediately, Finn dropped his smile and his senses became confused. His eyes widen, his cheeks pink, and his heart slightly racing. He never thought she would have good ears to hear his "naughty" compliment about her clothes that fateful day, at least he didn't say it out loud. Not only until he turned to Becky in a flustered state that Becky tries to hold her laughter.

"What?", Finn said as if he'd never heard the question.

"I said that I heard you say to me that I look nice. At the conference, remember?"

Finn, still blushing, pretends to stare ahead of the ocean. "I didn't say that."

"Liar, you did say that!" Becky continues to smile. She then pushed Finn's shoulder teasingly and said, "You shy boy... you know I was just playing with you, right?"

"Wha-well, how's your relationship with Luke going?", Finn said, quickly changing the subject. Luke Sanders was Becky's boyfriend and a MMA fighter in the bantamweight division. Fans nicknamed him "Cool Hand" Luke, named after a titular character of a 1960s film of the same name.

"And how's your thing with Cathy going?", Becky teasingly fires back, ignoring to answer his question. There were rumors of WWE journalist Cathy Kelley and Finn Bálor dating together, yet he tries to deny it. The pictures on Twitter didn't support his lie, however.

Finn looks at Becky with a raised eyebrow, then continues to look at the scenery. He pouts his lip like a little sad puppy who got hurt. That gesture unleashed a reaction in Becky, in which she clapped her hands and started laughing. She laughed so hard, she fell backwards and held her stomach to try and keep herself from laughing.

Finn looked at the other tourists, who were strangely looking at him and Becky. He awkwardly smiled and mouthed that everything is fine. The tourists finally walked away and down the footpath. He told Becky to calm down a bit and she managed to do so.

The two stared across the ocean from above Bray Head. It was like an endless blanket of blue traveling thousands of miles and finds itself tranquil with the blue sky and white clouds. Alongside the ocean, there was the Seafront's shore and the town of Bray looked smaller from a distance. Then, it was back to the clouds…

In that moment, Becky stood up and Finn watched her try to reach the clouds with one hand. Of course, she didn't fly anywhere but she pretends that she can reach them on her own. There was something childish about that, yet Finn realized he's been missing out on spending a great majority of time with her. He's missed the Rebecca Quin that he knew for years…

"Remember the time you took me here to Bray Head for the first time?", Becky said, breaking the silence. Finn nodded and said, "Yeah, I kinda remember."

"You kinda?" Becky sat back down beside Finn.

"Well…..", Finn paused for a moment. Then he started his story: "I remember back in 2002, when you and your brother were new to the area. Me and Paul were obviously new to this mentorship thing, so we always challenge our recruits to work harder. Then, on the third week of training, I've decided to have you guys go on a race against me towards Bray Head. Whoever beats me will have a free day off and the rest will continue their training through the weekend. Of course, I was already ahead of the others 'cause I've been to Bray Head many times before and is used to walking up its hills. I thought I didn't have rivals in this case…."

"Until you saw me..."

"Yes Rebecca, until I saw you. I glanced behind me on the Cliff Walk and saw you jogging past ahead of the other recruits. You were sweating, you were panting, your legs look wobbly from running too fast-but you were on a roll. You didn't seem to pay attention to the others since you're so far ahead. You've probably never noticed yourself. And then, I saw it…."

"You saw….what?"

"The eyes. Your eyes. The determination, the intensity, the perseverance of not giving up. You were 15 back then, but I haven't seen such a young recruit that'll push themself to the fullest. When I arrived at the top and looked behind again, you were the only one besides me to reach the summit already bending down on your knees, catching breath."

"I was trying to catch up to you."

"From the looks of it, you were. Impressed, I came up to you and said, 'Out of every recruit in this class, what makes you think you can outrun me?', and you replied back, 'I don't think about it….I just run. The fire within me, perhaps?'"

"I said that?"

"Yeah, you said that. So that's how you got the day off and we became close friends."

Now Becky understood where her phrases like "Straight Fire" and "Inspire the Fire" came from. It was at Bray Head, this particular spot, where she and Finn's friendship blossomed. It was where her motivation to become a great female pro wrestler began. It was where she grew up, trained, learned life lessons, shared stories, and established her own identity off the ring.

Bray Head became a beacon to what made Becky Lynch the person she is today. The same goes for Finn.

"At least, I re-learn something everyday", Becky smiled. "Thanks for reminding me that story, Fergal."

"No problem, Rebecca. There's a lot more stories about you I usually share with my friends", Finn said suspiciously.

"Like what?", Becky said, suspecting Finn of something devious to say.

"First….you're gonna have to chase me to find out!", Finn replied and in a flash, he turns his body towards the footpath and starts jogging. Becky recovered from her surprise and follows him down the Cliff Walk back to the Seafront, the two friends laughing all the way.

London, England. The O2 Arena. Day 1 of the WWE UK Tour.

Fit Finlay is sitting in one of the front empty seats inside the arena, calling his friend William Regal on the phone.

"Yes...are they going to come to the tour? Of course Regal, they're gonna arrive at the tour", Finlay said. "Fergal and Rebecca are coming. Just for a cameo. A preview for the main event, I suppose."

"Excellent", Regal replied. "But...are you sure you got everything planned out?"

"Don't worry, everything is under my control", Finlay assured him. "I promise you this is going to be the best intergender match the fans had ever seen in decades. A match prepared for these two, years in the making! It will be the absolute best….probably the greatest in pro wrestling history. I can just imagine incredible ring psychology between the two and they have the craft to prove it. Hope all goes well without any previous trouble."

What's Finlay up to? Is he the Headmaster? And what's there to expect between Finn and Becky at the UK Tour? Tensions will boil over when Chapter 5: Straight Fire is coming your way!