In A Name
She walks into view of the camera when she hears her name with steady assured steps, her chin high and title slung over her shoulder. It's a backstage interview, her interview. The mic is by her lips and camera completely on her as the world waits to hear what she has to say. She smiles and can't help think about how RIGHT this is. She should have this spotlight all the time, she deserves it, she's EARNED it. She knows she is the best Diva's Champion there ever was and will be. She was born to be a winner, the blood of a champion runs threw her veins. She feels proud of herself, but more importantly, she can feel how proud her dad is. He stands behind her and she knows that's where he should be. He's watching her role now, and that is perfect. The interview starts and words fly out of her mouth, proud and poised, like a true champ.
"Let me tell you a little secret about Sasha, okay? Before her very first match at NXT I–" She leans in, pointing at her chest, "ME– I was holding her hair back as she threw up because of nerves. Now, she just walks around here like she owns the place." She scoffs, "I don't see Sasha as 'The Boss', I see as the scared little girl she is."
She doesn't stop there, why would she? Why should she?
"And Becky? I can remember after we were done training, Becky would stand there awkwardly, waiting, begging, to just be included." She grins, because she can. She is the champion, the best there is. She is better than both of them and soon she'll prove it. They are merely stepping stones in her greatness. Flys that needed swatting away. People to be put in their place. They are in her shadow and that is where they'll stay. She is Charlotte Flair, and she'll make sure that name is important. Not just because she is a Flair, but because she is Charlotte.
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Becky frowns as she watches Charlotte's interview, bile rising in her throat. That's always been who she was though, wasn't it? The weird little girl awkwardly wanting to be involved. She trailed after Paige and Charlotte back when they were a team, back when they were friends.
But that little period was over now. She was standing on her own to feet. She was on her own, well, sort of. She's still not sure what her and Sasha are.
She sighs, looking away from the screen and leaves to find her... temporary ally of sorts.
Whatever Charlotte or Sasha's problem was it didn't matter. It wasn't a time for her to feel sorry for herself. She's no body's punching bag. It was time to show anyone that wanted to push her, she'd push back. Harder. It was a time to show the world what she could do.
It was time to make the nickname The Irish Lass Kicker a name to be respected.
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Sasha is fierce, demanding, and strong, just as she is self-entitled, stubborn, and cocky, Becky thinks. There's pieces of 'The Boss' that reminds her of her old teammates. The way she'd throw in an insult, toss her hair over her shoulder, and walk away like she deserved to be here, deserved respect. The way she spoke like she could do anything she set her mind to and walked like she was the next best thing. Becky saw a bit of Paige and Charlotte in her, but she knew Sasha wasn't them. She was SASHA.
And maybe after losing what she had with Paige and Charlotte and after helping The Boss out when Sasha's team broke apart right in front of her, maybe deep down in the darkest parts of her mind she had hoped they could be something. Something like a team. In some case, maybe replace what she had lost.
And it's probably a pointless effort, she knows. Friendships and teams aren't as easily made as they are broken in WWE. She knows that now.
Still. She remembers Charlotte's interview and she wonders how bad Sash's nerves really are. Who holds her hair back now?
Standing in front of the room belonging to Sash Banks, she knocks at the door.