"Becky Balboa beats Lacey Evans in her first shot at the title; an underdog victory for the dark horse of women's boxing!"

The Fourth Looper: Becky Lynch

Becky Woke Up in the middle of a ring. It looked near identical to the ring she usually spent her nights, and her attire supported that. She was wearing a green sports bra and shorts, similar to one of her usual wrestling outfits. There were fans all around ring, cheering and screaming her name. She could almost believe that she was wide awake, at another show.

If it weren't for the leather gloves on her hands.

Becky blinked, staring down on the green boxing gloves. She could feel the tape wrapped around her fingers every time she stretched them out. Then, making the logical and understandable assumption that this was a dream, she looked behind to see who else was a part of it. To her surprise, one of her seconds (and likely coach) was Randy Orton.

"Randy!" She called out over the din of noise. Randy, who had been watching the corner opposite theirs, turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

"What is it, Becky? Shouldn't you be warming up?"

"I'm just surprised to see you in my dream." Becky replied, happily. She and Randy weren't really close, they barely knew each other, but she wouldn't deny herself a familiar face in this weird dream. There had to be a reason he was here, after all.

Randy, for some reason, stared at her, confused. "What did you just say?"

"I said, 'I'm just surprised to see you in my dream.'"

Something that look like realization dawned on his face — realization and panic. "Becky, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Going to sleep after a show." She answered matter-of-factly. "Like we do every night, of course."

Randy rubbed the bridge of his nose, then pulled her over closer to speak. "Becky, do you even know how to box?"

"A little. Enough to train in it, at least."

"Okay then, there's something I want you to do. Close your eyes."

Becky did just that.

"Now, try to remember something. Like what you had for breakfast."

She followed his instructions, trying to think back to breakfast — and a whirl of images passed through her mind. They were rapid and they came on strong, but most of all, they were many. It was like living an entirely different life in the span of a few seconds. Becky absorbed the knowledge that came with this foreign lifetime, and before she knew it, she was back in the ring, now knowing exactly what she had to do.

As Lacey Evans entered the ring, Randy gave her an encouraging slap on the shoulder. "Go get her, girl."

Becky didn't disappoint.

Becky let out a wordless roar of success as the referee held up her hand in the air to the cheer of the crowd. Off to the side, Lacey Evans was being helped into a stretcher by both her concerned seconds and EMTs. Becky was completely oblivious to her as another official handed her prize for the fight — the championship.

The Irishwoman let out a small yelp as she was suddenly picked up and placed on her proud coach's shoulders. She went with it, however, and held her new belt high for everyone to sigh. Lights flashed as photographers and videographers alike caught glimpse of the new champion, the images to be plastered on every news outlet in the country. It would be a night no one would ever forget.

After the customary posturing, Randy let Becky down back to her fight and walked side-by-side with her to her locker room. As they were walking, Becky turned to Randy, still grinning wide. Even with all the sweat and the bruising on her face and stomach, she looked stunning.

"This isn't a dream, is it?"

Randy sighed.

"Unfortunately, no."

Crack.

Becky stumbled a bit, a little woozy. "Did we just apparate?"

"Yes." Randy said bluntly, fishing his pockets for the ring of keys he kept on his person.

"And our stuff?" Becky continued, her bewilderment growing. "We had it all packed and everything, and a second later I see it all gone. Where'd you put it, Orton?"

"Don't worry, Becky, it's somewhere nice and safe and once everything is explained, I'll give all of it back to you. Don't get your panties in twist."

Becky grumbled, moving to the side so her companion could open the door. They had apparated to a large mansion, with sprawling acres of grass and topiaries. It was a sickeningly gaudy display of wealth, wealth that she had never been close to having, even during her time in WWE.

Randy inserted one of his keys and opened the massive oak doors to reveal the grand foyer at the front of the mansion. It had marble white floors and a golden sheen for a color scheme, almost blinding in how sparkling it was. Becky was torn between awe and disgust at the obscenity of it all.

"Come inside — I'll explain everything once everyone is here."

"There's my golden girl!" Vince McMahon cried with joy when Becky entered the ostentatious living room. Before she knew it, she was crushed in his (surpringly) strong embrace. After wiggling a bit so he would loosen his hold, Becky tentatively returned the hug, bewildered.

"…thank you?"

"No, thank YOU! Thanks to you, I'm going to be drowning in cash by tomorrow night! So many sponsorships and endorsements and bets — you are by far one of the best investments I've made this loop!"

Becky blinked at the blather her boss was currently making. She heard a sigh and a second later she was out of Vince's arms and was now in the grip of an exasperated Dean Ambrose. Dean had a hand over his face, looking like he desperately needed a drink.

"Sami! You done with the food yet? We're gonna need it!" Randy called out next to him, towards another opening which led to what looked to be a kitchen. A second later, Sami Zayn popped out, carrying a treasure trove of delicious-looking food. Becky felt her mouth water, and she licked her lips at the sight.

"Are you sure you want to eat first?" She turned to see Dean look at her with a bored look on his face. "The explanation for what's going on is pretty heavy."

Becky blinked, and looked longingly at the platter of food. However, she was a wrestler, and wrestlers were more disciplined than anyone gave them credit for. So she turned to Dean instead, and tilted her head, gesturing for him to continue.

"Alright. So it's starts with this tree…"

Becky squealed.

The men present flinched at how high-pitched it was. Sami, proving their Admin's kindness in making him the first looper after Dean, promptly stuffed a cookie into Becky's mouth; the sole woman of the group chewed on it slowly, savoring the rich chocolate taste.

"You're taking this well." Dean observed.

Becky finished chewing through the cookie and swallowed. "Of course! This is so cool! We basically get to do whatever we want for the rest of eternity!"

Dean winced. "Not exactly whatever we want."

Becky waved off his concerns. "Close enough."

"Not to mention, this won't last forever." Vince pointed out, then gave a look to Dean. "Right?"

"Right." Dean confirmed, though he looked a little hesitant. "The loops will end. Eventually."

"How eventually are we talking?" Randy asked, suspicious.

"Well, when I first met Twilight, she told me that the repairs on Yggdrasil are about 0.02% complete."

Everyone stared at him. "And?" Sami prompted.

Dean rubbed his arm sheepishly. "The Original Seven have had over trillions, if not quadrillions, of loops. I doubt there is a number that exists that could quantify how old they are."

They continued to stare. "So what you're telling me," Randy started, speaking slowly, "is that we really will be looping forever."

"Relatively speaking, yes."

Vince threw a cookie at him.

"Okay, so Bianca BelAir is supposed to be Clubber Lang's counterpart for this loop?" Sami asked, reading a newspaper recounting Bianca's latest match. Her in-loop style and mannerisms certainly matched Clubber Lang's character in the movies.

"Yes." Randy turned to Becky. "For the record, I have no intention of dying anytime soon."

Becky shrugged. "And I have no intention of losing like Rocky did, so I guess where square on that front."

"And for that publicity stunt we're pulling, you're going to be fighting Wendi Richter!" Vince cackled gleefully.

Everyone looked incredulously at him. "Isn't Wendi Richter supposed to be super old by now, considering how young we are?"

Vince shook his head. "It's the seventies, boys! Wendi Richter is more young and beautiful than she's ever been!"

Becky looked elated, before deflating visibly. "I'm going to have to fight her as a boxer instead of wrestling her, aren't I?"

Dean patted her on the shoulder sympathetically. He was getting quite good at that.

"We could always schedule another match later." Sami suggested.

"Won't people ask why Becky knows how to wrestle, though?"

"It doesn't have to be public."

"Won't Wendi ask why Becky knows how to wrestle? Not to mention the medical personnel we'll have to keep on hand just in case something goes wrong."

"It's alright guys." Becky cut both men short. "There's always next time."

I can't believe I can actually say that and not sound crazy. She thought to herself

"Lana is Ivan Drago's counterpart?" Becky asked, completely bewildered. "Seriously?"

"I'm as surprised as you are." Dean commented, holding up a picture of Lana posing over a defeated opponent. "Especially since she looks every bit as skinny here as she does in baseline."

"How the hell is she supposed to kill Lacey in the ring?" Becky demanded. "There's no way she has the kind of power Ivan Drago has in those thin arms of hers. Hell, Lacey is more likely to kill her in the ring instead."

"According to these reports," Randy ruminated from across from them, "Lana is supposed to be insanely quick. Most likely, she's going to overwhelm Lacey with several barrages and knock her out — and kill her, should the loop leave that intact — that way."

"And where, exactly, did you get these reports?"

Randy held up a sheaf of papers. "The government. The Cold War, lady and gentlemen."

"Okay, so if Lana kills Lacey, what, exactly, am I supposed to do? Lacey didn't train me since I beat Bianca in our first match. There's no reason for me to go after her."

"You could wait for Lana to come after you." Dean suggested.

"But that could take years! I don't want to wait that long! Do you?"

The three men (Vince having absconded to work) threw her deadpan looks.

"Oh, right." Becky slapped herself. "Loopers. Years are like minutes to you."

"Well, not exactly, but honestly, waiting a couple of years doesn't sound very daunting." Sami shrugged. "You get used to it."

"Well, I'm not used to it, and I want to fight Lana as soon as possible and retire so I can enjoy the last few years of the loop in peace before we have to go back." Becky crossed her arms. "Ideas?"

"You could spin it as you being abhorred at the disrespect Lana paid to Lacey and challenge her instead." Randy offered.

Becky rubbed her chin. "That could work."

Becky smirked at the photo they were placing on the wall. It was a picture of her standing triumphantly after knocking Lana literally out of the ring at the end of their fight. A dominant end to the last battle of her boxing career. Now she was officially retired, and all that was left was waiting for the loop to end.

Ten years later, Becky was still waiting for the loop to end.

"Why hasn't it ended yet!" She screamed, pounding on the wooden table in front of her. Dean, who was currently planning a premature digital revolution so he could corner the market for more cash, didn't even blink, instead picking up his coffee so it wouldn't spill.

He and Becky were the only ones at home. Vince was in the process of trying to pick up some of WCW's future stars so he could trample on WCW even more when Hogan signed with them.

"You probably have to do a couple of more movies. If I remember right, we still have the sixth Rocky movie and those two movies starring Creed's kid that we need to do."

Becky was absolutely horrified. "But that will take decades! Is there anyway we can end it earlier?"

"Short of killing me? No." Dean deadpanned. "And even if I were at the point of considering it, I wouldn't because I'd just end up somewhere worse afterward for crashing a loop."

Becky looked at him quizzically. "And how are you sure about that?"

"Becky, I know for a fact that we taught you about punishment loops. I don't care how bored you are, Eiken will be worse and I refuse to go there if I can avoid it."

The Irishwoman was about to argue her case, until the doorbell rang. Huffing and gesturing to Dean that this wasn't over, she went to open it, and blinked. A child was standing there, wearing a white shirt with a blue horizontal stripe in the middle, blue pants, and red and white sneakers, with a red baseball cap snugly fitted on his heated. His most striking feature, however, was his round and proportionately gigantic nose, which put Hunter's to shame.

The child looked vaguely familiar, but for some reason, she couldn't put her finger on how she knew him.

"And who might you be?" She asked kindly.

The child grinned idiotically. "I'm Billy!"

A second later, Dean appeared, and he descended upon Billy with a knife in hand. Horrified, Becky moved to stop him, barely wincing when the sharp blade grazed her skin and left a shallow cut.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"Becky, move!" Dean growled, already trying to shove her away with his suddenly unlocked powers. It was difficult to do, seeing as he didn't want to actually harm her. "We need to kill him quick before—"

"KILL HIM!? We can't kill a kid Dean!"

"You don't understand—"

"Hey, what does this do?"

After that, Becky and Dean only saw a white light.

Dean Awakened — and grimaced. "Shit." It was a classroom, filled to the brim with large-chested woman. To the side he could see Sami, Randy, Vince, and Becky all awakening. Becky's own chest seemed to have grown disproportionately larger as the result of the loop.

Sami blinked, blanched, and turned to Dean disbelievingly. "You crashed the loop?"

"No." Dean ground out. "Billy did. Becky stopped me from killing him before he could, which is why we're here."

"Billy…you don't mean that Billy, do you?"

"Who else could it be?"

Randy turned angrily to Becky. "Why didn't you let Dean kill him!?"

Becky held up her hands in defense. "He's just a kid!"

"Becky, Billy is older than Dean." The Viper deadpanned.

Becky blinked. "You're kidding, right?"

Dean let out a frustrated sigh. "No, Becky, he's not. Billy is way older than me. If I'm a child in looping terms, he's middle-aged. However, that's not the problem — he was an MLE. Not only were we within our rights to kill him, we were expected to kill him, because if we let him be he would somehow manage to crash the loop no matter what precautions we made. And in a loop that's near-Hub like ours and Rocky, that's spectacularly hard to do."

Becky shrunk into herself as the boys continued to glare at her, and crossed her arms, mumbling. "He didn't seem that mean…"

"That's because Billy isn't a traditional MLE." Sami said tiredly. "He isn't actively malicious. He's just so stupid that he's threat to everybody, up to and including himself. He's killed hundreds of loopers older and more power than us and crashed even more loops by complete accident, all because he was too much of an idiot to have any self-awareness about his actions. The only reason his home loop doesn't crash all the time due to his presence is because the Anchor there is literally death himself."

"Normally, a loop crashed by an MLE isn't followed by a punishment loop. However, since you stopped me from killing him to prevent the crash, our Admin sent us here so you'd understand why I wanted to kill him and won't make that mistake again. Because I can assure, we will meet Billy again." Dean continued, his anger waning at how downtrodden Becky was becoming. He sighed once more. "You do understand now, right?"

"Yeah." Becky said, subdued and thoughtful.

"Good." Dean turned back to the rest of the classroom. "Now we just have to survive this loop."

"I don't see what you boys' problem is!" Vince boomed, having kept out of the conversation until now. "This place is great!" He ogled the various girls around him, admiring their full figures.

"I wonder if you'll keep talking like that when you realize our pockets are locked." Randy muttered.

"Wait, what?"

And finally, a woman! The inspiration for this loop, of course, came from one of Becky's many tweets. You may remember "Becky Balboa" from a couple of years ago, back when Becky was our smiling, pun-making face.

The next chapter will be an interlude. Instead of a new looper, we're going to glimpse at some loops our fearsome fivesome have together — across the multiverse.

As for Billy, that was Billy from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and yes, he is an MLE for no reason than his complete stupidity. As far as looping history goes, there is an entire period dedicated to Billy's activation and the resulting chaos that came from it until he was officially declared an MLE (and thus, free game for loopers to kill without repercussions), called The Hurricane. The Post-Hurricane era was dealing with aftermath of his "rampage" and saw the activation of several new loopers (most prominently Gendo Ikari), loops, and variants.

Note that Billy is not an Anchor. The anchor for his loop is Grim (aka the Grim Reaper himself, hence why he doesn't crash his home loop often — it's hard to kill Death himself, after all).