(detached/cold)Becky Lynch x Reader

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Becky Lynch is sitting at the table in the backstage lounge area, her title slung across her shoulder. Becky brings the glass beer bottle to her lips and drinks the cold beverage. She glances over her shoulder and watches Bayley laughing with her boyfriend as they sip her favorite drink, hot-chocolate, together. She looked over at the couch and watches Kairi cuddle with her prince, her little frame juxtaposed by his rather muscular body. Becky lets out an exasperated groan. Just as she thought it couldn't get worse the door opens to Asuka piggy-backing on her man who decided to join the WWE roster just so he could stay with her. Becky stands up and forcefully throws the glass bottle into the trash.

Ugh, I hate this so much... The Irish lass thinks to herself as she leaves the lounge, annoyed and angry. She storms out the room, all the affection between her friends and their men is making her remember her happy times... Well, that is before she broke up with him last week. Becky storms down to the empty arena where the show is going to be held. She gets in the ring and lies down on her back, looking up at the plainly colored ceiling.
"Gosh, why is life so unfair?"

***

SmackDown has been quite the adventure so far. Plenty of new friends and scripted enemies, misadventures and mishaps.
"Hey, (y/n)? So are you okay with the plan?"
You snap out of your day dreaming, "Oh, mmhm. I'm okay with Becky being my intergender tag partner." you answer Triple H with a polite smile.
"(y/n), please be patient with her." Triple H leans in, "I didn't tell her about this thing yet so I'm counting on you."
You nod at this and leave his office.

***

You stroll around back stage looking for Becky. You poke your head into the Diva's locker room.
"Has anyone seen the Irish Lass?" you ask looking around.
Kairi's the first one who answers, her distinct Japanese accent flows in her words. "Irish lass? Oh, you mean Becky-san? She left here a little while ago."
Charlotte Flair walks in and joins the conversation, "If you need 'straight fire' right now I suggest you take caution. It's been a rough week for Becky. You know, the whole break up and all..." Charlotte taps your shoulder with a sympathetic smile.
You thank the pirate and queen before leaving to find Becky.

***

Becky sat in the ring humming her theme song, deep in her thoughts.
"Hey," you say causing Becky to turn to you.
"What do you want?" she spits, destain in her voice. 

"Nothing, just wanted to say hi, that's all. You're my new tag partner," you answer her with a nonchalant shrug and roll into the roped ring.
"No, I don't want to be anyone's partner right now. It doesn't matter who," Becky gets up and glares at you with a huff.
You nod and reply as innocuously as you could. "Sorry lass, I'm afraid the choice had already been made up."
"I don't care! I'm not being anyone's partner. Stay away from me!"
You walk up to her and wrap your strong arms around her. Becky inhales sharply at this but she didn't push away.
"There, there. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?
"(y/n), I'm hurt... " Becky gives you a sad look.
You tap at her sternum, "Broken heart, correct?"
"Y-yes, how did you-"
"Charlotte," you say without hesitation.
Becky gives a chortle of amusement. "Of course, I should have known that she would have told you about it."
You laugh at this, "Friends, am I right?"
"Heh, yeah..." Becky says with a smile.  She gives you a warm hug.
"Thanks for cheering me up, (y/n)."
You grin, "Any day, hot-headed lass."
Becky tackles you to the mat and gets on your arm, putting you in the 'disarm her' (in your case, 'disarm him').
"Say I'm hot-headed again. I dare you." Becky laughs, yanking on your arm.
"Doesn't this prove my point?" you ask Becky. She pulls on your arm harder and you decide to play along.
"Alright! Alright! You win, Becky." you reach out slapping the mat, making Becky let go. There was  moment of silence before the two of you burst out in bubbly laughter.

"I'll be your tag team partner. I like you, (y/n). I think we can work something out."

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