Excuse the Fire

Part 2

"I don't want to do this! No! STOP IT! NO!"

The constant shouting of demands from Smackdown General Manager Vickie Guerrero did not phase the referees trying to drag her to the ring. Becky Lynch was already in the ring, looking fired up for the match despite that the author knew that the Irishwoman would end this match in a flash.

Regardless of what she tried, Vickie was forced into the ring then turned to see Becky. At that point, she realized what was about to happen.

Becky seemed to stop her actions to take a careful glance at Vickie. At first, she saw a woman who clearly didn't want to compete and at first, she felt a slight pang of sympathy. However, that didn't last long when she remembered she made that match happen. She gave a rather calculating smirk that showed that she was quite close to laughing.

The Irish lass wasn't sure what exactly was more amusing. The fact that Vickie was now freaking out or the fact that Vickie dressed like she was more ready for a more glamorous jazzercise session instead of a wrestling match, given the bling on her shirt.

It was clear to the audience that Becky was carefully and silently judging Vickie and a few people were on the verge of laughter. A few young men sitting at ringside were having quite a difficult time keeping themselves from laughing.

The bell rang, signaling for the match to start but nothing happened to start off. Becky found herself being forced to stand by a turnbuckle and watch Vickie (who was standing at the turnbuckle opposite from her) make some careful preparations.

Vickie looked like she was trying to do some simple yoga and stretching. She didn't even dare take a single step closer to Becky who wasn't entirely amused at being held back from fighting.

"So this is what it's going to take," muttered Becky impatiently. "This is exactly how I felt when that Eva Marie kept holding back from having a match with me."

The ginger-haired superstar rolled her eyes, growing more and more impatient every second. She had demanded for this match to happen because of how unhappy she was with the current Smackdown GM's decisions. Being held up like this became those precious seconds that she could never get back.

After what felt like a minute of watching Vickie supposedly "warming up" for the match, Becky couldn't take it anymore. She ran to Vickie then gave her a forearm to the chest.

To say that Vickie was upset was most certainly putting it lightly. She let out a scream that caused several snickers across the arena from the audience. Even the cameramen tried hard to keep from laughing.

The Irish Lass Kicker was relentless at this point. She went from punches to dropkicks to even a few Irish whips to try to get Vickie to fight. Vickie grew extremely hesitant but then, she began to at least try to get some offense.

Take a wild guess if Vickie actually managed to get some offense in. No seriously, I dare y'all!

Answer is, she didn't. Several times, the Irishwoman managed to counter them. At this rate, Vickie realized that she had no chance. Becky was too good and there was no way in hell that Vickie could deny it.

Becky gave her a Bexploder and loud cheers followed. Becky simply smiled to herself as she turned to see Vickie on the ground

Vickie knew how relentless the Irish Lass Kicker was and had come incredibly close to accepting defeat. However, something in the back of her mind told her that she couldn't give up right now.

Vickie used the sliver of strength she had left to deliver a punch to Becky's face. That was one step for her to slowly build up momentum and the action satisfied her. She let out a cackle, clearly amused with herself.

Unfortunately for Vickie, the Irishwoman wasn't as amused as hoped. She rubbed her cheek to try to stop the stinging pain for a bit before turning to Vickie who was too busy cackling. Becky's eyes were full of unmeasurable fury and her expression showed that she looked ready to rip someone apart.

She punched the Smackdown General Manager in the stomach then rolled her up for the finishing submission, the Dis-Arm-Her. Becky held on using every bit of strength she had, which was unsurprisingly a lot, given that she had more momentum and more offense than the general manager of Smackdown.

Vickie was screaming but to Becky, the screaming seemed sound of a tantrum rather than of pain. The thought amused Becky, especially given how much her patience was tested to the point that regardless, she refused to go easy on Vickie.

Vickie immediately tapped the mat, showing that she had given up.

The crowd cheered for Becky as she let go then stood up, cheering for herself.

"Here is your winner by submission, Becky Lynch!"

The Irishwoman had never felt much relief after being treated like she was a simple second fiddle in the division when she had so much potential for her. Many would argue that she was indeed the best there is but given that she was thrown to the back for the likes of Carmella, she knew enough was enough.

It wasn't just Becky getting this kind of treatment. Asuka, Naomi, and even occasionally Charlotte seemed to be on the short end of the stick.

The fiery red-headed Irish lass stopped cheering for herself then looked down to Vickie. Vickie appeared to be stunned and bemused from the defeat she suffered at the hands of one of the best wrestlers in the Smackdown women's division.

Becky couldn't help herself from laughing at the sight. However, she wasn't finished with putting the Smackdown General Manager in her place.

The Irish Lass Kicker turned the referee who had just gotten out of the ring.

"Give me a microphone, please!" shouted Becky.

The referee quickly found a microphone then handed it to her. She mouthed a "thank you" before turning her attention to Vickie.

The crowd suddenly got quiet, as they probably knew it was never polite to talk while an Irish person was talking.

Becky gave Vickie a calculating glance for a few moments before she spoke.

"Vickie, the Irish Lass Kicker is coming through so I will ask you one thing," she said, her voice hard.

She paused before smirking to herself over what words she had in mind to say.

"Excuse me!" she finished.

The crowd cheered loudly as Becky threw down the microphone then got out of the ring, feeling pleased with herself. She held herself high and bold and this time, she didn't even stop to turn back and see Vickie. She didn't have a desire to.

Becky had now shown that she deeply demanded respect and it was going to require more than just finally placing her in proper matches that she rightfully deserved in, along with the other girls that had gotten this kind of treatment. She knew exactly what else was coming but it's best for you to guess for yourselves.

Every step she took showed how much bolder she was becoming when it came to a situation like this. No one could defy her or her talents and they sure as hell could to the same for the likes of Asuka, Naomi, and even Charlotte.

Becky made her statement bold and clear and she didn't need to repeat it. She was excused in her own terms and Vickie couldn't do anything to tell her otherwise.