Today was the day! The day that Becky Lynch would finally reclaim what was hers! Nearly one year ago to the day, Becky gave everything up: her title, the spot at the top of the card, all of it was gone after she announced her pregnancy. Many had speculated if she'd ever return, let alone in the shape she'd left in. But here she was, shredded to the bone and hungrier than she'd ever been.
Becky hadn't wrestled since last year's WrestleMania, Mania 36, so there were some jitters. But, it wasn't something Becky hadn't trained her whole life to conquer. Adversity has lurked around every corner of her career, meaning tonight would be no different. This was just another title match and one last chance to truly become the alpha female of WWE. If she lost tonight, she'd belong to the current champion, Charlotte, forever.
At this moment, The Man was almost relieved that it was her fiercest rival she was facing tonight. She and The Queen had battled back and forth for the better part of her entire WWE run; Becky Lynch knew Charlotte Flair like the back of her hand. It's why she'd been so successful against Charlotte in the past, and it was why Becky knew she could win tonight. The Irish Lasskicker was incredibly hyped! All she needed to do was wait for the call time.
The show had already begun; the two ladies were situated in the middle of the card, with the show bookended by the two Money in the Bank ladder matches. The men's match would close the show and the ladies match was currently ongoing as Becky began to scroll through her phone, trying her best to stay focused through her boredom. That's when a notification popped up on her screen, a text from her famous frenemy, Sasha Banks. The message quite simply read, "Still going thru with this?" Becky quietly giggled to herself, amused by the supposed alpha female of Smackdown's confidence.
Being at the top of the SmackDown roster meant that Sasha knew all the inner workings of it, it was her brand. So, there was no surprise when she quickly found out about Charlotte's acquisition of a brand new lieutenant, the incredibly dangerous Bianca Belair. Sasha had overcome Bianca at WrestleMania, but the victory didn't come easy. Now that she was with The Queen, things didn't look good for the other tops. So, Sasha made sure to let Becky in on it, since The Man wouldn't have known otherwise due to her being a Raw superstar who hadn't attended the past Raw or SmackDown taping. She would've been going in completely blind otherwise.
After hearing the news, Becky knew that her chances of winning had drastic gone down; a counterattack was absolutely necessary. The best she could come up with was the solution she'd been avoiding for the longest time. A complete partnership with The Boss, herself. She and Sasha have never really seen eye to eye, but if there was one thing for sure, it was their shared hatred for Charlotte Flair.
Sasha wanted to see The Queen ousted just as much as Becky did, maybe even more due to the looming suspicion that she was Charlotte's next target. The addition of Bianca only further proved that with The EST likely looking to enact some revenge after her humiliating loss at Mania. Sasha and Becky didn't have another choice, they needed to stick together. Maybe not forever; they'd both agreed that they'd go their separate ways once everything was settled. But for now, they'd put their differences aside to fry the much bigger, threatening fish.
Becky kept re-reading Sasha's text over and over again, deterred by The Boss lacking her trademark on-screen bravado. No, she was very much terrified of what Charlotte was capable of, and a loss for Becky tonight would certainly mean she'd be punished for her treason. Of course, that was only if Becky lost, and luckily for Sasha, the inaugural SmackDown Women's champ was as confident as ever. Becky knew she was living rent-free in Charlotte's head; she wouldn't have replaced Alexa if she didn't need the help. So, Becky had every reason to be optimistic.
"YES, WE ARE! Just follow the plan and everything will be fine," Becky typed, splitting each sentence into two messages. The "plan" she spoke of was a simple one: only get involved if Bianca gets involved. Sasha was only to intervene to even the odds. That way, there'd be no excuses.
Sasha confirmed with a simple, "Ok", and the stage was set. The time ticked down as Becky counted the seconds in the storage closet she was sitting in. She decided it was best she stayed as far away from Charlotte as possible, just in case the alpha wanted to pull any funny business. It also gave her a quiet place to think, to stay focused. And focused she stayed, right up until showtime. Booming loudly throughout the stadium, announcer Greg Hamilton announced that the Intercontinental title had successfully been defended by Big E. According to the planned match order backstage, that meant Becky's date with destiny was next. Just for assurance, she checked the time on her phone; everything added up, it was time to go.
Mere minutes from now, that famous theme would hit, smoke would pour from the entrance ramp and the fans, who were also making a return of sorts, would finally understand that Becky Lynch was back. Back to win the title she never lost, and back prove once again, why being genetically superior didn't always guarantee victory.
Becky confidently walked down the well-lit hallways of WWE's backstage area, passing by superstar after superstar, crew person after crew person on her way to the ring. It appeared as though she was jumping the gun slightly, this nothing new. She had the timing down to a science and any moment now, her music would hit. Sure enough, there it was, plenty loud enough for Becky to hear the "WHOAH" as she edged very closely towards the Gorilla position. Once she got there, her rival was awaiting her.
Dressed in her best royal blue peacock gear and robe, Charlotte cheekily grinned, "Break a leg, Bex." From the gleeful smile on her face, one would assume that she was sure Becky was unaware of her agreement with Bianca. Why else would she be so cheerful and cocky?
Regardless, it didn't matter much. Becky just smirked back, before heading through the curtain, resulting in what was likely the biggest pop of the pandemic era. With The Man crowded in smoke, the fans roared in approval of their hero's return. They hadn't been in attendance to witness her actual return but were making up for lost time with a massive reception that never once seemed to dwindle as Becky made her way down the ramp. The cheering was so loud that it nearly caused Becky's confident grin to crack into a genuine, character-breaking smile.
Entering the ring, Becky rushed towards the hard cam side's ropes to do her signature pose. Once again, the crowd roared, but instantly turned sour the moment her music was cut. Becky removed her jacket, giving the fans a good look at her stunning new body and even more stunning new gear, which was nearly identical to her Mania 36 gear, but with the black parts palette-swapped white, somewhat reminiscent of Seth Rollins' awesome SummerSlam 2015 gear. Nevertheless, both Becky and her gear looked great as she eagerly awaited her opponent.
Luckily, she wouldn't wait long, as the production team wasted no time blasting Charlotte Flair's theme song out. The same tired tune, heard over and over by fans, got the expected reaction, which was a chorus of boos and jeers directed towards the champ. Despite the gleeful smile she wore in Gorilla, Charlotte was still incredibly focused on the task at hand. Win at all costs! Her ass was on the line, which meant that she needed to win. Not as much as Becky, no, Bex had bet her ass for all eternity, whereas Charlotte only had for one night. But, losing was losing, no matter how long the sentence, she'd still be losing her anal virginity and that didn't sit right with the eleven-time Women's World champion.
Yes, Charlotte was incredibly focused, so much so that she even skipped all the theatrics that usually came with her entrance and went straight into the ring. Once in, she leisurely strutted to the center before unstrapping her belt, and raising it high whilst looking directly at her rival as if to say, "This is as close as you'll ever get to my spot!" Since she is, after all, The Queen, she allowed herself an extra grace period to continue her pose, even after her music had stopped playing. It was only after the referee approached her, asking for the title did she cease basking in the limelight. Introductions were made and then the match began.
At the sound of the bell, Charlotte burst out of her corner, aiming for a big boot that Becky saw coming from a mile away. She ducked under the attack, delivering a shotgun dropkick, sending The Queen into the corner, where Becky rained down strike after strike. The crowd roared in approval, glad to see that just because Becky was a mom, didn't mean she wasn't as RelentLass as ever! After a stiff volley of forearms, Charlotte was whipped into the opposite corner and met with a clothesline from the #1 contender on arrival. Early into the match, and things weren't looking good for the egotistical champion.
But, not a single soul, including Becky, thought taking down the most dominant woman in company history would be easy; it never was. The Man tried the same whip/clothesline attack, but was cut off by Charlotte going up and over the turnbuckle this time around. Of course, Becky was no fool; instead of heading near the corner, she stopped in her tracks and waited for her rival to return to the ring. Still looking as confident as ever, Charlotte slowly entered, only to be pounced on by her challenger, who once again threw out a series of strikes. However, Charlotte wasn't having it this time and, like a powerful video game boss, used her superior strength and stature to shrug off The Irish Ace, sending Becky to the ground.