Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring two real female celebrities. Any similarity to reality is coincidental.
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"When you're pretttttty sure that if you were a man, you'd be the man"
Taylor Swift tweeted this on a December day in 2019. A harmless, empowering tweet that she never could have thought would lead to where she is today, sitting in her car outside of a house she had never been in before the previous evening. She took one last look before driving away. In the front window stood someone who had never met Taylor before this past night, a night that started with another tweet.
"When you're prettttty sure that Taytay is copying your homework," Becky Lynch, the thirty-two-year-old WWE Raw Women's Championship wrestler, tweeted in response.
Becky, who had been wrestling under the moniker of "The Man" for a little over a year by this point, had become known for her social media jabs, although most were towards her fellow wrestlers in an attempt to start or continue a storyline. There was no storyline to create, there was no ill-will behind the tweet, it was just easy.
Once Taylor was made aware of the response, she brushed it off. To her, Becky Lynch was nobody. She did not watch or care about wrestling one bit and had no idea that 'The Man' was a thing. It was not until she saw a picture of Becky that her interest perked up.
"Oh, she's cute," Taylor said, looking at gif after gif in the comments section of her tweet. "Apparently she's popular. I think we can make something of this."
Taylor sent a DM to Becky, hoping to get a response and set up a meeting between the two.
"Hello Becky, I saw your tweet and while I'm not copying your homework, I'd love to have a friendly chat with you. Maybe we can help each other out?" she messaged.
Both being social media savvy, there was a good opportunity to make some noise and increase both of their profiles within the other's fanbases. It took a few minutes, but Becky responded, surprised that she was having a conversation with someone famous that she rarely ever thinks about.
"Well I'm glad you aren't like a lot the soft bitches in my DM's complaining when I talk about them," Becky replied. "What idea do you have for 'helping each other out'?"
"We both have huge fanbases with probably not a ton of crossover," Taylor responded.
Following a long conversation that took several detours and tangents, Taylor finally got down to business.
"How about we get together, have some fun and tweet some shit out? What do you say, man?" she asked
"I don't have many days off but I'm home today and tomorrow," Becky said. "The fiancée is out doing promotional shit, so I need something to do. If you're in L.A. tonight, come on by. And if this is a plan to rob me or something, I have a gun and I know how to use it."
Becky sent Taylor her address, which the blonde responded with a thumbs-up emoji. After a shower and feminine shave, the usually-dolled-up singer threw on a pair of black yoga pants and a grey hoodie over a tight pink t-shirt, tied her hair into a ponytail and headed out to her car. Living on the other side of Los Angeles, it was a long ride and what started with a mid-afternoon tweet would have to wait until sunset for the next step.
After stopping for a cup of coffee, Taylor pulled her silver car into the driveway and parked in front of the 'cute little house', as she called it. She got out of the car and headed towards the front door, which was already opened with Becky leaning against the frame, dressed down in a pair of black sweatpants and her own t-shirt that read 'I Am The Man'.
"Subtle," Taylor said, approaching the redheaded Irish woman.
"Gotta promote the brand to the newbs and marks," Becky said as Taylor opened her arms for a hug before the women embraced.
"I know I should've asked when we texted but what is the whole 'man' thing about?" Taylor asked as they made it to the living room in the house.
"Just a character I created because the crowd loved me and I was working my ass off harder than anyone else," she explained. "I'm simply the fucking man. You don't need a cock and balls to be a man."
"Got it, I guess I didn't need to say 'if I was a man'," Taylor said as she sat down on the couch.
"Doesn't matter how you said it, you ain't The Man as long as I'm breathing," Becky said, walking towards her with an intimidating look. "If you want to fight me for the name, we can fight."
Taylor looked scared for a second before a stiff slap on the shoulder from the laughing Becky broke the brief tension.
"I don't have the body of a fighter," Taylor said, pulling her hoodie off. "I can sing-fight you though."
"If that's a real thing, I fucking hate this world," Becky said, rolling her eyes.
Becky quickly headed to the kitchen and came back with two bottles of beer. She popped the top of one and handed it to Taylor, who took a big swig before Becky could even open her own. Once the host sat down, her guest pulled out her phone and took a selfie with the beer bottle on her lips.
"Pop stars and their selfies," Becky said, taking a sip.
Without saying anything, Taylor got up and shuffled over to Becky, kneeling next to her to take a picture of the two. Becky flashed a smug smile for the picture, her brain questioning her guests sanity.
"How does 'turns out you don't have to be a man to be THE man, and I found THE man' sound for a caption?" Taylor asked, starting the upload process of her picture.
"As long as you call me 'The Man' you can do whatever, weirdo" Becky said, sipping her drink again.
"I'll remember that," Taylor said. "I need food now though."
"You couldn't have said anything when I was in the fucking kitchen?" Becky asked following a sigh.
"Sorry," Taylor responded, giving her a happy hug.
"That is your first beer today, right?" Becky asked, giving her a curious look as Taylor laughed and shook her head. "You're an odd duck."
Becky got up to head to the kitchen while Taylor snapped a picture of her backside, forgetting to mute the shutter sound effect beforehand. The wrestler slowly turned around and marched back towards her. The singer tossed her phone on the couch and looked away.
"You snapping pictures of my ass?" Becky asked as Taylor matched each step by backing up.
