So, the power struggle between the Legion of Ruination and The Resistance continues. Meanwhile, The Free Agents' undermine each side where they see fit.
But we're forgetting someone, aren't we? A whole lot of someones in fact.
Since Triple H sold his soul to the Undertaker, the Divas seemed to fade into obscurity. They continued to have their 6 minute matches to fill and on the rare occasion, they'd get two matches but there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to what was happening in the ring. It's not until a promo backstage with Charlotte and Becky Lynch that things start to become more clear.
Charlotte explains her frustration that no matter what she does, she's unable to get a hold of Stephanie McMahon, the person who was supposed in charge of the Diva's Revolution. The person who's booking their matches. As someone who has the one of the most connections in the industry, she is furious at Steph's radio silence. She isn't the only one, either.
Another promo depicts Natalya intercepting a fatigued looking Steph backstage, to which the Hart gets a displeased earful. When the crazed Steph physically lashes out at Natalya for being questioned at, she is put in the Sharpshooter on instinct and three security guards are needed to pull the two apart. All the commotion causes all the Divas to come running and see what the hell is going on, Steph says she's done with the Divas and accuses all the girls for not appreciating everything she has done for them. She has her husband to worry about.
With Steph relinquishing her leadership over the Divas, there is chaos among the division, as one might expect. Charlotte quickly loses the belt as it is stolen from her during a Title Defence match against Naomi where Team B.A.D. has bribed the referee to do a fast count, giving Naomi the Championship. Team B.A.D. genuinely believes that with the title in their corner, they can make real change in the division. Unfortunately, because of their botched win for the belt, they no longer hold any respect amongst the other girls and now all the Divas are doing whatever they can to get their hands on the Championship.
On Raw, Naomi releases a statement regarding an upcoming PPV (the same where the main event ends up being Cena vs Sandow) and declares that whoever wants to challenge her for the belt would need to win in a Battle Royale right then and there. A handful of the girls run down to the ring, the majority half dressed in their ring gear and normal clothes as most assumed they wouldn't be working that night. Becky Lynch ends up winning by chance after an accidental double elimination when Charlotte clotheslines Brie Bella over the top rope and Brie drags the Flair down with her.
During the PPV before their match, a short promo is shown of Becky approaching Team B.A.D. in the locker room, warning them not to try any dirty tricks during the match. The best woman should win. According to Becky, they failed to make the division a better place like the B.A.D. faction always preached. It was time to let someone else try to make a genuine change for the Divas in the WWE. As Becky walks out of frame, Sasha stands up, looking after her with wide eyes as Tamina and Naomi glance to each other while shaking their heads at the display. Becky didn't stand a chance against the likes of them.
The title defence match arrives, slotted in somewhere in the middle of the PPV as usual. Naomi and Becky put on a 20 minute match with Becky slowly wearing down her opponent. The match comes to a head when Becky performs a move which is far more Sasha than it is from her own moveset and Naomi suddenly gets really frazzled. As if Sasha had let Becky in on a secret weakspot of Naomi. This causes the Divas Champion to panic and Becky goes over by hitting a Arm Trap Exploder Suplex before locking in the Dis-arm-her. Naomi puts up a valiant fight against it but ultimately has no choice but to tap before she near passes out and is left lying in shocked defeat in the center of the ring.
Becky eagerly takes her new Championship, quickly motioning for a microphone. "Revolution?" she pants, "Was this your idea of a Revolution? We all had an opportunity handed to us on a platter and what have we done? Bickered and undercut each other. Vile bitching that would sooner be seen in a school yard than in what I thought was supposed to be the WWE. We've been programmed to think that our worth is what can make Internet headlines and gossip." Becky suddenly whips a glance back to the ringside crew, "Where are the Divas anyway? I want to see them, someone get me a picture."
The titantron flickers to a video feed of backstage where all the Divas had been huddled to watch the match. They glance to each other, looking confused about what's happening. Naomi recovers enough to sit up, staring up at Becky in baffled awe.
"I am not a Diva," Becky proclaims, turning around and holding the Divas belt just out of Naomi's reach, "And I want you to get a good look at this, Naomi, you and everyone backstage, get a good look at this Championship- because it's the last you're ever going to see of it-"
Sasha's theme hits and Becky backs up slightly, blinking rapidly as The Boss makes her way into the ring. She helps Naomi to her feet before approaching Becky, who now seems extremely puzzled. The two stare down for a moment before Sasha lunches forward and rips the Divas Championship from Becky's grasp. Sasha slowly holds the Championship up, letting it hang in the air as she drinks in the audience's ovation. After a long moment, the smile vanishes from her face and she drops the belt, stamping on it with her foot. Becky rapidly blinks, glancing Sasha up and down before The Boss extends her hand to shake.
A truce. An agreement for a new era. A better revolution.
A smile brightens on Becky's features before she jumps past the handshake, bringing her old friend into a tight hug. Naomi continues to look on, face showing emotions of confusion, hurt and lashings of betrayal.
Sasha pulls out from the hug and pauses to glance over to the side of the stage. A small beeping truck tows out a crushing machine and parks it beside the ramp. The Boss moves back to place a comforting hand on Naomi's shoulder, stopping her from making any sudden movements as the previous Divas Champion watches in horror. Becky picks up the Divas Championship and stares at it, bringing the mic back to her mouth.
"We are not Divas. We are wrestlers. Women wrestlers. Damn good ones at that. The Divas Revolution was not empowering, it only tore us apart. Made us hate each other. We deserve to be cheered, we deserve to be loved. We've already earned respect from everyone here over and over and what do we get for it?" She holds up the belt. "A meaningless prize."
Becky throws the mic across the ring before rolling under the bottom rope and making a dash towards the ramp. She launches herself on a ladder and scampers up, one leg on the top rung while holding the Divas Championship Belt to the heavens. Slowly, she holds it over the crusher, staring into the crowd for their YES! or NO! reactions. She blinks a few times, as if about to reconsider.
"DO IT," Sasha yells into the mic from the ring before Naomi grabs it from her.
"WAIT!"
The Divas belt is dropped and a bone-chilling crunch of metal and leather is heard as the destruction of the Divas division is broadcast live to the WWE Network.
"NO!" Nikki screams from backstage, Alicia Fox and Brie having to hold her back as she tries to fight back before slumping into submission. Natalya stares at the live feed with wide eyes and an ajar mouth before she sits back into her seat in bewilderment. Paige's reaction is far more volatile as she hurls a plastic chair across the room which slams loudly into one of the lockers. Tamina, who seems unbeknownst to the ruckas around her, is expressionless for a long moment before a huge smile breaks out from ear to ear. She turns around to look at Charlotte, who's crying in shock and happiness.
"The Divas Revolution is over..." Sasha proclaims on the mic, turning to face the audience in the center of the ring, "The Age of Womens Wrestling is here. There will be a new faction, one that supports all our dreams. A platform in which we are respected, where we are placed on the pedestal we deserve to be. We've been cutting our teeth for years now and we're still treated as space fillers in this company. Not anymore. We are strong. We are talented. We are main eventers. There will be a new Championship, a prestigious prize and we will compete for it. The best wrestler will have the privilege to wear it around their waist." She swings around, looking up to the titantron with a smirk to address the rest of the locker room.
"Join me and demand the respect you've worked so hard for... or leave. There is no other option anymore. The Divas are bankrupt."