Author's bit:I've got the idea of where the story's going but if you want to see anything in particular, let me know. Also please let me know what you think generally. :-)

Friday 3rd June - Untelevised show in Texas

To almost anyone, teaming with John Cena - without argument the biggest superstar on the WWE's star studded roster - for three nights of untelevised wrestling shows, in the main event would be an honour.

"I am not wrestling with him!" Becky said to Nattie, sharper than a knife. She clearly didn't take it as an honour. "So Johnny Boy wants to politic us out of a decent wrestling match on TV, and tonight I'm supposed to play Savage to his Hogan and be all nice?"

There were minutes to go before the main event, and three thousand Texans were waiting to see John Cena and Becky Lynch - replacing an injured Sasha Banks - take on AJ Styles and Charlotte; two of the most hated wrestlers.

Nattie stood with Becky in the locker room, a similar scene to Monday, trying to persuade Becky to calm down. "Becky, come on! This isn't going to affect the TV storylines. It:s just for a few nights, until Sasha gets back. Just to make the crowd happy. Just talk to John before the match so you know the plan--"

"You're having a laugh Nattie," Becky gave a sardonic smile. 'I'm not talking to him about anything, ever. I will go out there and wing it; we don't need to have a pep talk."

Nattie sighed and resigned, saying, "Just tell me you'll do your best out there." It was like trying to put out a lit firework.

Suddenly, John Cena's music hit in the arena. The crowd exploded in cheers and jeers shaking the building as he ran down the entrance ramp - the usual for Cena. It could be heard backstage. Nattie said, "You're next to go out, honey."

"This is ridiculous," Becky said curtly, grabbed her goggles, and marched to the curtain to wait for her music. Usually she was a ball of energy and charisma. The apparent sabotaging of the women's segment on Monday was still really weighing on her however and making her irritable. It was hard to just forgive and forget.

Yeah, I'm in the main event tonight for non-televised show. But how many more times are we taking a backseat to John Cena again on TV?

After an awesome fifteen minute match and an Attitude Adjustment to AJ Styles, John had ended the match for him and Becky. The crowd erupted as they were announced the winners. As the final match of the show, it was now time for John and Becky to pose for pictures, giving all the WWE fans in attendance a night to remember.

Something peculiar happened. John turned around to Becky to raise her arm and play up their victory to the audience. Instead, Becky had left the ring and was halfway down the aisle. She briskly walked back through the curtain, barely a word to a fan along the way. Everyone was astonished.

Becky burst through the curtains to return to the locker room. Triple H was at the area setup at the curtain, watching the matches.

"What was that?" Triple H said, looking totally perplexed. He was in charge of the event tonight and needed an answer. "You just left the ring? You barely posed for the fans with John after the match."

Stopping her walk back to her locker room, Becky turned to Triple H and said, "I'm sorry Hunter. I wasn't really happy to team with John tonight."

"Becky, listen to me," a stern tone was overtaking Triple H. "You have found yourself in a legitimate main event opportunity. You are in the main event of the next two shows, but I'm beginning to regret plugging you in to begin with."

"Hunter, it's John's fault!" Becky protested. "Monday night, he--"

"No!" Triple H exploded. "I heard the rumours of what Cena did to your segment on Monday night, but this is tonight! Leaving as fast as you did was against why you were in the main event in the first place. The whole match too was against it too, actually!"

Becky raised her eyebrows confused, but she knew she was caught out.

"Oh yeah. That was far from your best out there," Triple H went on. "You looked downright disinterested in the ring tonight and the crowd felt it too. I'm surprised no-one froze from your cold shoulder."

A tear rolled down Becky's cheek. "I-I'm sorry Hunter."

"Becky, sometimes things don't go the way you'd hoped in this business," He brought his voice back down. "It doesn't mean everything you've done has been derailed. You, Charlotte, Nattie, all of you girls are changing women's wrestling for WWE. It doesn't come overnight though. You're pioneers and damn good wrestlers -that's why the crowds love you."

Becky was wrecked and quietly sobbed. Triple H moved in for a hug. "No matter what crap happens back here, the only thing you bring out there to those fans is 'Straight Fire', 'the Lass Kicker.' That's who they love to see."

Still embracing, Becky asked, "Will I get the chance tomorrow?"

Like a proud papa, Triple H smiled. "You bet your ass you will. Count on it." He then turned to peer through the curtain, back to the ring. "Go get changed, show's nearly over."

Becky sighed. She had almost screwed up her chance. Before leaving, she peered through the curtain herself. John Cena was still at ringside, five minutes after she left, still taking pictures, slapping hands and signing autographs. She was transfixed.

Why doesn't he just leave? He isn't genuine about what he's doing...

Nattie was wandering, looking for Becky. She caught him looking at John through the curtain. "Still think he doesn't love wrestling like we do?" Nattie whispered.

Becky couldn't answer.

Saturday 4th June - Untelevised show in Alabama

Taping up her wrists, Becky sat back in folding her chair in the women's locker room. There were a couple of matches to go before Becky's second main event chance - a repeat of the previous night's tag match with John Cena.

I'm not about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

A "Hello" from a man interrupted Becky's thoughts. She knew that voice.

John Cena's head appeared from behind the door. Flustered, Becky shot up like up like a bullet from a gun.

"Are you alone?" John quizzed, hand still on the door handle.

Becky looked behind her. The locker room was empty except for Nattie. She was in the shower, but could hear nothing and see even less. Perfect timing.

A defiant scowl formed across Becky's face. Her eyes locked with John's, just like at the elevator. No words came out.

John reservedly said. "I think you and me need to have a talk."

He stepped into the locker room, and locked the door behind him.