The Demon Inside Me

Chapter Seven: Battle

Finn returned backstage that night, feeling his blood pump through every vein in his body as he made his way to the locker room. Finally, he got some form of redemption and payback when it came to that Wyatt Family. He felt alive, like he had the power back in his control. They couldn't touch him, and they weren't going to when it came to the demon.

Smackdown came faster than expected, perhaps due to sheer anticipation. People were tuning in to either get their first glimpse of the Demon, or to see him on the Main Roster for the first time after seeing him on NXT for so long. What would he look like? Where is his mentality after suffering from a loss to Samoa Joe? The fans were intrigued.

The blue brand started off with the women; the Divas Champion, Sasha Banks and her former 'Team B.A.E.' teammate, Becky Lynch were kicking things off with microphones in their hands, and they were not pleased.

"So. Here we are back at Smackdown, and it's just the two of us," Sasha said with annoyance, her eyes searching the crowd. They were all murmuring to themselves as all audience members do at shows. It was the crack of June, the middle of the year, and they were in the epicenter of a disaster, forcing these two wrestlers to help one another.

"Look, these last few weeks have not been the best," Becky said. Sasha had the Divas Championship hung over her shoulder with the straps undone. "What with all these betrayals… Charlotte to me, and Naomi and Tamina with you…" Becky stopped herself as she rubbed her lips and chin; in her mind, she was reminded of how she saw Charlotte above her as she beat her to a near bloody pulp. All for what - a damn rivalry? The butterfly belt? "But let it be known that none of those lasses have won this fight. This isn't over. Tamina and Naomi haven't won; Charlotte hasn't won; and that little girl group, Phoenix certainly hasn't won, either!"

"That's right, Becky," Sasha piped in, her tone gritty and angry. She hadn't forgiven her former teammates for their harassment. "What those Divas don't understand is that they messed with the wrong women! They picked a fight with the greatest NXT Women's Champion of all time along with the current greatest Divas Champion. And they should've known better than to mess with one of the most brutal and strongest Divas in the WWE…" she looked at Becky, and while she was still slightly wary of her, having her on her side was for the best. "Becky has taken me to my limits many a time, and probably has the most brute strength out of everyone here… So I hope everyone in that locker room knows well what they're up against! Because they're not gonna get lucky again - there's a reason we called ourselves the 'Best At Everything' down in NXT." The crowd started to chant 'NXT! NXT! NXT!' in response, but Becky silenced them a moment later.

"With all of this being said… Charlotte, get your arse out here; we want to talk to you right now." Becky was ready as she walked closer to the front side of the ring, her expression prepared to fight as she stared at the titantron. Her former best friend wasn't going to pull any funny business - not on her watch.

"Easy, Becky," Sasha hissed as she too looked toward the titantron. "Charlotte. Former Divas Champion. Former Women's Champion. Who knocked the Queen off her throne? Oh, that's right, it was the Boss. The Boss of the WWE dethroned the Queen both times you were ever champion, so guess what, Charlotte? You can't beat me where it counts." The audience gasped at her audacity. She always knew how to trash talk, not that she wasn't telling the truth. "Face it, Charlotte. I pinned you at NXT Takeover Rival, and I made you tap out on the grandest stage of them all, at Wrestlemania no less! You can call yourself genetically superior or a queen or whatever, but the boss will always be one step ahead of you, and I will always be the one to beat you."

That did the trick. The harsh guitars of Charlotte's theme sounded, and the former champion came out, her face scrunched up in anger. Her long-time rival just put a target on her back, but Sasha wasn't worried in the least bit. Charlotte wore an outfit reminiscent of her NXT days, her "Do It With Flair" shirt, her blue bottoms, and her blue boots. She was in no mood to be made a fool of as she slid into the ring, Becky and Sasha letting her in. Charlotte and Sasha immediately got in each other's faces as the champion raised the title above her head and in her opponent's visage. They exchanged a few lines of trash talk before Becky had to separate them, coming in between them and looking back at Charlotte.

"What the HELL do you two want?" Charlotte spat after getting a microphone from a ring official.

"Oddly enough, we want you on our side, even with what Sasha just said," said Becky, giving her partner a bit of a dirty look.

"Are you out of your mind?! After what she just said to me?"

"I only said that to make you come out here, and look at that, it worked. Who's the fool now?" The two were starting to get close to each other again but this time Becky stood in front of Sasha to prevent a fight from breaking out just yet.

"We know; it's ludicrous, and honestly, I'd prefer to stay the absolute hell away from you, but let's just bury the hatchet, yeah?" Becky could barely hold back her anger, her face frigid and stiff.

"You insult me, and still want me to be your friend? My god, you're delusional."

"You betray me, and then try to say YOU'RE the insulted one?!" Sasha grabbed Becky by the elbow, preventing her from jumping onto the five-foot-ten Diva.

"Calm down!" she sighed. "Look, now that we're out here, we can explain."

"You guys are just tired of being beaten, aren't you? And you want me to protect you?" She forced herself to laugh in response. "That's pitiful!" She stepped up to Sasha, looking down at her and responding with a hiss in her voice. "Downright pathetic."

"Charlotte… you're good. Alright? You're good. I've been in the ring with you enough to know that better than anyone. But I know you just as well personally, and you don't want the likes of Phoenix running the place. You know they're bad news. United we stand…" she stuck her hand out to her former ally. "…divided we fall."

Charlotte stared at Sasha's extended hand for a long second before warily looking up and into her eyes. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, anticipating a new alliance.

"Sasha, my answer is….no," she said, her expression serious and the slightest bit offended. "Both of you can fight your own battles. Count me out." And with that, the Dirtiest Diva in the Game left the ring, turning her back on the two women.

"You good-for-nothin' traitor!" Becky shouted out toward her in a fit of rage. "That's all you're good at, Charlotte - wrestlin' and stabbin' your friends in the back!"

Finn watched the segment from the Gorilla Position, shaking his head at Charlotte's resistance. On one hand, it would not have been an easy reunion, but hell, weren't they united by a common goal? To defeat the new stable in Phoenix before they got any more powerful and gained more women? To Charlotte, it just wasn't worth it, especially since it was Sasha she would be tagging along with, the new Divas Champion, the one that stripped her of the title. But now this left Becky and Sasha in a predicament; they needed Charlotte. Even after all the betrayals, even with the hard feelings being there, they needed her. But she didn't need them.

Finn's match was the main event, one he was definitely looking forward to. Backstage, he had a crew of a few people spray painting the design of the demon all over his body. The more paint that was put on him, the more he felt the demon truly rise to the surface. That power, that confidence, that demeanor; it was all coming back to him. Bálor… was ready; the world was not.

10:30 PM hit, and Bray Wyatt, along with his followers, were the first ones out, greeted by the plethora of glowing fireflies in the audience. Bray had his lantern lit, smoke dripping down from its circumference as he entered the ring alone. He paced the perimeter, going back and forth until he gripped the ropes that faced the titantron.

"Come on!" he yelled. "Bring him out, Bálor!" He let the ropes go, taking a few steps back until he was dead center in the ring, not daring to take his eyes off the entrance ramp.

The lights dimmed as red lights flashed over the audience. One could hear the faint heartbeat so deep and so strongly, they felt it within their own bodies. All eyes were fixated on the ramps, waiting and expecting. The heartbeat that filled the arena quickened just like their own. Hands were clammy, eyes didn't blink, and no one breathed; how could they? The demon was here!

Over the titantron, there was an image of a sleeping child alone on his bed with the lights out, and he began to twitch, his fingers gripping the quilt that held his tiny body down. He whimpered as if in pain, sweat blotting on his forehead and tossing his head from the right to the left and back again. A faded shadow emerged beside his bed, placing a clawed hand on the child's throat, the tips of the blades where the fingers should have been poking into his skin. As he woke from his slumber with a gasp, the shadow cleared, taking the form of a certain burned serial killer. The screen went black just as the child screamed as a voice over the titantron said in a deep, raspy voice: "Welcome to the nightmare." Smoke started to spill over the ramps, causing everything in that vicinity to disappear before everyone's eyes. The air was sucked out of the room just as the demon rose to the surface, appearing with his arms outstretched on the downbeat of his theme. The audience on Smackdown erupted as they feasted their eyes on the entertainer below them. He wore a green and red striped sweater that was ripped from the chest down, a fedora on his head with his signature red and black leather beams falling down, his tights, sleeves, and boots. On his back, there was an image of a man with fleshy, burnt skin, a toothless-smile, and holes where his eyes should have been. On his front, he had his canine teeth painted white against a black background on his chest, his forehead, eyes, and cheeks painted red with tiny markings to make it look crispier like a burn.

The demon slipped into the ring, his vivid and chilling blue eyes looking up to meet their equals in Bray Wyatt. The Eater of Worlds stared down at him in awe, unable to avert his gaze. Finally, after all this time, the man he wanted to see was before him, slowing rising to his feet to face him. They were mere inches away from each other, and Bray couldn't help but to smile rather kindly at his opponent, even laughing a bit. Finn took his head piece off with a very slow movement and tossed it to the side, forgotten.

"Look at what we have here…" he said to Bálor. "You're real!" Finn didn't respond with words; he chose silence but stared at Bray with that cold expression on his face.

"The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!" Eden Stiles announced. "Introducing first, from Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland, weighing in at one-hundred-and-ninety pounds, Finn Bálor!" The crowd began to cheer for him, yelling his name over and over. Some people even started to bow down to him as if he were a legend. A budding one, at the very least. "And his opponent —" Bray gave Eden a chilling expression that cut her off immediately, as if he were silently telling her not to introduce him. She was caught off guard and took a step back; she didn't need to be told twice. She left the ring, and the bell rang, commencing the match.

Neither men attempted to budge from their place, Finn kneeling on the balls of his feet by the corner turnbuckles and Bray standing in the center of the ring, watching his opponent's chest fall up and down with every breath. The camera swung around to catch the faces of both men in the ring. The crowds watching all around the world were familiarizing themselves with this new character, this new side to the man who called himself a demon personified. Even they could tell that there was something different that was happening here; Bálor had been soft-spoken, not silent; he proved to be reserved, not silent. It was hard to explain, but the air around this new demon changed, shifting into one of confidence.

However, Bray began to become weary and impatient with the stillness of the match. "Bring it, Bálor!" he said, stepping closer to him as he cocked his head from side to side. "Show me the demon."

Bálor didn't dare move. He merely kept his expression forward at Bray where his eyes followed the once-again pacing Destroyer of Worlds. Bray slapped himself in the temple, attempting to get himself back into the moment before dashing forward, letting out a loud yell before being halted by the demon himself who jumped into a Thesz press, both men slamming into the mat. Bálor responded with multiple forearms, to which Bray attempted to shield himself from with his arms much to no avail. He pushed the demon off of him, getting back to his knees, but the quickness of Bálor was greater than anticipated; as soon as Bray got to his knees, Bálor was up and hitting him across the chest and back with his legs. Ten seconds of pure kicking, and it ended with Bray on his back again. Bálor stepped away and circled around his opponent, his eyes locked on the patriarch of the Wyatt Family as his tongue slipped through his thin lips, licking the red skin of his mouth. Bray looked up at his opponent, unable to hold back his grin. This was all too exciting for the man.

They continued to go back and forth, grappling and trying to overpower each other. Both men had something to prove, to the other man, to the audience, even to Creative. They were going to tear the house down and show the world exactly what they were capable of. But like all rivalries, it was more than just that; there was a fire in their hearts, and they were out to show that theirs burned hotter, brighter, and more intensely than their opponent. Bray hooked Finn's elbow and snapped him over in an arm drag, doing this action twice, the second time Finn landing hard on his lower back, causing him to skid across the ring a bit. The patriarch stood back up, staring at Bálor like he were prey. He got closer, but in retaliation, the demon practically speared him to the middle of the ring, using the outside of his forearm to beat at Bray's face. Bray pushed him off, and Bálor landed on his feet, hitting the ropes to gain momentum as his opponent stood back up and hit him with a front drop kick. Bray fell against the ropes and in the blind of an eye, Finn was there with a clothesline that forced him over the top ropes. Bray hit the mat hard, rolling over to the barricade where fans were shrieking with excitement, as the demon encircled the perimeter of the ring before stopping, slowly glancing over at Bray, his wild eyes ever so focused, and jumping over the ropes himself in a somersault senton. He landed right on top of Bray, standing back up to engage the crowd a bit, who were in turn hollering and chanting his name or 'NXT!' repetitively. The demon was alive and well, his energy pumping through every vein in his body.

As all main events go, they lasted for well over twenty minutes, and neither man wanted to give in, nor did they give any hint to possible exhaustion. But one had to give in, and it was only a matter of time. The clock ticked closer to ten o'clock at night, and the Eater of Worlds had slammed the demon into the steel post of the ring. He approached the barricade, his slimy hair covering the majority of his face in a similar manner that Samara from The Ring had. He had that smile on his face as Finn staggered toward the announce tables, and just as he got his head back on straight and looked to his side, Bray was there with a clothesline that sent him crashing down to the mats.

"Is this it, Bálor?" Bray yelled in his face, immediately laughing. "Is this it?" He grabbed him by the neck and the tights, pushing him back into the ring, sliding in himself. He gingerly picked the demon back up, preparing to plant him face-first into the ground. He looked up toward the audience and the cameras, taking his sweet time as Finn remained limp in his arms. "Good night, Finn," he said, placing an emphatic kiss on his forehead, and just as he was about to twist over into Sister Abigail, Finn slithered out of his grasp with snake-like prowess, using his freedom to slap his foot across his face in a Tornado Enzuigiri. Bray staggered back a few steps, allowing Finn the opportunity to keep striking. Kick after kick until the Eater of Worlds was now the limp one. The demon grabbed him by wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around his shoulder, and then lifted the nearly three-hundred pounder, slamming him back down. He covered him, and the referee counted, one, two, three.

Finn Bálor, the demon, came out victorious. His music began to play, and the audience was ever pleased with the end result. However, there was something almost unusual happening. Viewers know that he was a good guy, fighting the forces of evil - The Wyatt Family - and even with coming out as the victor, he decided that the pinfall wasn't enough. He had stood up and looked toward the audience for just a moment before glancing back at Bray, those cold blue eyes digging holes into his back. His fingers twitched, a little bit of hesitance that needed to be released before jumping on top of the man and beating him again. He couldn't resist the temptation; it was far too great. Nobody makes light of the demon, and the patriarch of the Wyatt Family was going to learn this lesson the hard way. Blood started to collect on Finn's wrist and a little bit on his forearm, and it took three or four referees to rip the demon off of Bray, but holding him back was the real challenge. He struggled against their grasp as the rest of the Family got Bray to safety - Bray had given them specific instructions to not interfere in any part of their fight, which included the beatdown afterward apparently.

"This isn't over!" Braun Strowman, the black sheep of the Family, yelled in his growly voice. Rowan and Harper grabbed each of Bray's arms and helped walk him away, but Bray didn't forget to look back at Finn, and through his bludgeoned face, simply smiled at him.

The victor decided to stay inside the squared circle as he grabbed a microphone, his war paint smudged and inconsistent.

"You wanted the demon, Bray?" he hissed into the mic, admittedly out of breath. "Well, you got him." He allowed one corner of his lips to curl into a deep smile. "And now you know better." He leisurely dropped it before leaving the ring, greeted by an excess of dry ice and smoke as he evanesced into the back.

He was alive. He silenced the Eater of Worlds, the Seducer, Accuser, Man of a Thousand Truths. Whatever you wanted to call Bray Wyatt, he was taken care of. Finn came out on top this time around, and he couldn't have been proud. That rush of blood pounded against his skin all over his body, and he felt like he could take on the whole damn world. Even after Finn washed the paint off his body and put the demon away for the night, he still felt elated. There was nothing in this world that could stop him. Not now.

Finn left the locker room in his street clothes, with his bag slung over his shoulder, and a pep in his step. He was off to the next city, to the next events when his favorite voice rang from behind him.

"Finn!" said Bayley who was also in her streets clothes and had her brown hair down. A smile formed on both of their lips once they made eye contact with each other.

"Hey!"

She couldn't stop herself from hugging his side. "You did it tonight! I'm so proud of you; you did awesome!"

"Ah, it was nothing." His arm remained loose around her neck with her arm around his back, both of them looking into each other's eyes, unable to wipe the grins off their faces. "Life is back on track, Bayley." He sighed contently as he started walking, she walking with him. "I feel in control. No Authority on my back, the Wyatts receding on my terms, and I've got you in my life. Someone I can count on."

Bayley blushed, chuckling under her breath. "Of course you can!"

"I'm in such a good mood…I say we celebrate. You're getting closer to three-hundred and eight days everyday, and you're gonna become a hero when the entire WWE Universe meets you. May I take the lady out on another date?"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. We can go right now. Grab a drink, go to a restaurant if you're hungry, a club… whatever you'd like."

"Let's get some food! I'm starving." With their hands intertwined, the two went out for the night, chatting excitedly about the things to come. From behind them and out of their vision, a small flash of light caught the two of them on their way out.

The weeks began to blur together as June came into the picture. Money in the Bank was coming up on June 12, and Finn was feeling confident; he was one of the chosen seven going into the ladder match in order to win the briefcase that held a contract for a championship match on his time. The freedom it would give him, the championship was practically guaranteed his once he cashed in on the champion, so long it were at the proper moment. But getting that ladder match wouldn't be an easy task; he was up against the likes of Neville, Titus O'Neil, Dean Ambrose, Sami Zayn, Kofi Kingston, and Kevin Owens, some of whom were men he had faced down in NXT. Knowing that still didn't deter his confidence; that briefcase was as good as his.

Or so it would have been had there been no interference. The match was on first, and after having done his somersault senton on the rest of the competitors outside the ring, he was sure to ascend the ladder; he was the first man back on his feet. Getting that contract would have been more than just getting the championship match on his own terms; it meant being able to slap the likes of Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and The Authority - most importantly out of them all, Triple H - for all the hell they had given to him ever since he debuted the night after Wrestlemania. Reigns was still champion, and if he could knock him off his high horse and keep him on the edge of his toes, that would be the icing on the proverbial cake.

He was just about to get back into the ring to climb up toward the heavens when all of a sudden, he felt a man grab his arm from behind and then was clotheslined hard back to the ground. The man responsible was none other than Bray Wyatt, a man not involved whatsoever in the match. The crowd greeted him with nothing but boos and distain, but that mattered very little to the Eater of Worlds. He grabbed the former NXT Champion, and threw him against anything he could find, the barricades, the sides of the ring, and even toward the LED boards on the titantron. The likes of Neville and Sami Zayn stopped in their tracks and for a moment, they felt conflicted; they had to help their friend, didn't they? This was completely unreasonable of Bray, but this was Money in the Bank they were talking about; this could be their one shot at the prize. But Rowan, Harper, and Strowman all came out as well, acting as a barrier between what was happening with Bray and Finn from the other contestants. The two babyfaces had no choice but to continue. Bray made mince meat out of the man, leaving him was a gash above his eyebrow where blood easily dripped down his face. Finn had been taken out of the equation, allowing Kofi Kingston his opportunity to shine and grab the briefcase; after six or seven years, he had finally reached the top of the mountain.

For Finn Bálor, the war with the Wyatts was simply not over.

On the other hand, the women were fighting through their own struggles. Becky and Sasha were still on their own, and they were up against all four members of Phoenix. The former 'Team B.A.E.' members could hold their own, but numbers odds were not in their favor in the least bit. They were in a two-on-four handicap match which they accepted without hesitation; they weren't going to be harassed by a bunch of power-hungry people. The Divas Champion wasn't about to be outdone by these women; SHE was the boss around here, not them. They had their moment of glory, and it was about time they were put in their place at the back of the line. But as The Undertaker said, everybody got to learn the hard way.

The match started off between the longest reigning Divas Champion, Nikki Bella, and Sasha Banks, grappling each other in the middle of the ring, though Nikki was able to push through and force the Boss into one of the turnbuckle corners, the referee getting to a four count before she let her go. Nikki grinned and backed off, spreading her arms out to the sides and looking at the audience, soaking up the boos of the crowd. How it felt so good to be evil. Sasha, however, did not take kindly to this insolence, her face scrunching up in annoyance as she took Nikki by the sides of her face and bounced her off the top of her thigh the way Nikki would always do with her opponent. She snapped backward, grabbing her face in shock. This time it was Sasha's turn to gloat, and she was met with cheers. The former champion got back to her feet and attempted a Bellahammer, but her opponent was too quick; she ducked and drop-kicked her right in the chest.

Back and forth the women went; the reunited 'Team B.A.E.' lasting longer than anyone would have thought, but still the struggle was hard. Paige got Sasha in the PTO, that excruciatingly painful modified Scorpion Crosslock; most thought it was the end, but Banks would never tap. Becky snuck into the ring and kicked Paige in the face, forcing her grip loose and releasing the Divas Champion. Two members of Phoenix - Brie and Foxy - ganged up on Becky, throwing her out of the ring and following in order to continue the attack. Paige allowed Nikki her moment, and she joined the other two outside. As Sasha got back to her feet, grabbing her lower back that ached her so, Nikki took the time to use her patented Bellahammer to finally land on her. The Boss's back fell against the ropes as she was clearly disoriented at this point; Nikki took her wrist, pulling her closer and gingerly slid her on top of her shoulders. She got to the center of the ring, smirked for the camera, and said tauntingly, "Not so boss-like now, are yah?" before dropping to her knees, Sasha getting the full force of the Rack Attack. She laid lifeless in the center of the ring as her opponent toppled over her, hooking her leg up for the pin.

One, two, three. Phoenix came out on top, and pinned the Divas Champion much to the dismay of the crowd. Nikki looked toward the camera, mockingly pouting her lips and dabbing her eyes as if she were crying.

"That's right!" she said. Deciding to further humiliate the team, she snatched the championship, holding it high above her head as she stepped on Banks's stomach. "Your days are numbered, Sasha." She knelt beside the champion. "This will be mine once more, and you will never be champion again." She tossed the championship back onto Sasha and created an L shape with her fingers, placing them directly on her forehead.

Outside the ring, Paige, Foxy, and Brie were wreaking havoc on Becky; the Lass Kicker couldn't even have the option of helping her tag partner if she tried. They bounced her body off the barricade, and Paige even locked in the PTO again, but this time on the announce tables as she had done to her months ago. Becky was screaming in agony, but there was nothing she could do. They slammed her into the steel posts, threw her against the side of the ring, and shoved her to the ground. Helpless. Both of these women were simply helpless.

In a shocking twist, these women were not alone anymore. The harsh guitars to Charlotte's theme song went off, and the Genetically Superior Diva came walking out from backstage, her eyes sparked with a strange sense of anger. The head Bella stopped her taunts and stared up at the blond, a hatred looming over her face. She never got one over on Charlotte, and she was the one who ended her record breaking title reign. They never got along, and they never would.

Charlotte made her way down to the edge of the ramp, the audience conflicted on how to feel about this situation. She kept her eyes focused on Nikki as she walked the perimeter of the ring until she saw Foxy, Paige, and Brie make a go at her. She let out her signature yelp as she delivered a Flair Chop to the chests of all three women consecutively. They fell to the ground, but as Brie came back up to attack her from behind, she was met with the soles of Charlotte's boot. She cleared the way so that Becky could breathe and have a moment of peace as she got back into the ring, facing off against the woman she personally dethroned. The two of them got in each other's faces but did not immediately speak words, the height difference between them clearly visible. Charlotte's face was lit up in disgust as Nikki's had more disdain.

"Leave her…" the blond hissed. "You got what you wanted."

"Oh yeah? How about you mind your own business for once?" Feeling particularly brave, Nikki shoved her back, fueling Charlotte's anger that much further, and being greeted by a particularly vicious spear. Nikki rolled out of the ring, joining her teammates as the Dirtiest Diva in the Game gripped the ropes, using the expression on her face to drive the stable away. Sasha got back to her feet after a moment with Charlotte's back still to her. She herself felt conflicted, but knew it was better to have her as an ally than an enemy. Once she turned around, the Divas Champion offered her hand out to her. She was met with a stare, hesitation clear as day on her face as she looked from the Boss's hand to her face. What was she to do?

Sasha was met with yet another no. "Tomorrow. Monday Night Raw," she simply said. Charlotte left the ring, not taking her eyes off of Sasha or Becky who had just entered the ring to join her friend. The two women were once again on their own.

The next night on Raw, about halfway through the first hour, Charlotte decided to come out to the ring by herself. There was no Divas Championship, there was no Daddy Ric Flair by her side; it was just her in her blue ring gear. She took to the microphone and decided to immediately get to the point.

"I'm not going to waste anybody's time here. Sasha Banks, Becky Lynch, both of you… get out here," she said. It was hard to read her face; what was going on inside that head of hers? She stared ahead of her blankly, but seemed hesitant of what would come next.

The two friends did come out after about two seconds, and needless to say, they wanted some answers. Sasha was wearing her new shirt with the Divas Championship tied tightly around her waist, and Becky came out in her black cloak with her steampunk goggles on top of her head. They entered the ring and got a few mics themselves.

"What the hell is your problem?" Sasha asked in reference to last night. "You help us, but still you turn us away?"

"You better start talkin' real quick, or there will be a lass kickin' in this ring right here, right now," said Becky.

"Look, you two need me. I have no reason to help you two outside of our common goal. You're right, I don't want Phoenix running the division. So, I'll join you… but on one condition."

Sasha and Becky exchanged glances quickly. "Alright, what is it?"

"We're in this situation again, Sasha. I came to your rescue once again. You owe me one…" She knew exactly where this was going, evident by the instant dilation of her pupils. This was the second time she was being asked this, the first time having been on NXT just before they got their callups to the Main Roster.. "I asked for it the last time, and I'm asking for it this time, too. I want a rematch with the Divas Championship on the line; it's the least you can do for me."

"You want a rematch?" The Boss stepped closer to the Nature Girl. "You got it. After we take care of Phoenix." She stuck her hand out for a third time, hoping this time she would not be met with nothing. Charlotte hesitated, looking at both Sasha and Becky, before taking her hand, pulling the champion in close, her grip made of iron.

"I will take the title off of you," Charlotte said, her voice hissing, however Sasha stood her ground, squinting her eyes at the former champion.

"Bring it. I'll beat you like I always do."

"I'll believe it when I see it." They let go of each other, and once again, they made a hesitant alliance. The three of them now stood a chance against the likes of Nikki, Foxy, Paige, and Brie, and that's what counted in their eyes. Once it was over, they would go their separate ways, but right now, it was all business. Charlotte left the ring as her music began to play; Sasha and Becky exchanging small nods with one another.

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