A/N: I apologize for the very uncreative title. This story takes place after the first women's Money in the Bank match.

Becky Lynch sighed angrily as she made her way backstage from the first ever Women's Money in the Bank ladder match. She was stolen a title opportunity to a man who wasn't even competing in the match! She growled at anyone who said "Good job, although you lost." It absolutely aggravated her.

As she made her way to the women's locker room, she spotted Carmella and her disgusting manager James Ellsworth.

"It feels amazing to be the first ever Ms. Money in the Bank!" Carmella said, saying it just loud enough for Becky to hear.

"Well you wouldn't have gotten it without your turtle James Ellsworth." Becky growled.

"I am NOT a turtle!" James yelled defensively.

"Aw, Becky, you're jealous!" Carmella laughed.

"I. Am. Not. Jealous."

"I won, face it." Carmella began. "Oh wait, I forgot, you can't face people being better than you."

Becky fumed, but kept herself from tearing apart the Princess of Staten Island.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Carmella said, waving her briefcase in front Becky's face before walking away.

"Yeah!" James repeated, following behind Carmella.

Becky frowned and looked down. How could she let the briefcase slip away from her close grasp? How could she let cheaters take away something that meant so much to herself and the other women of the SmackDown roster?

"Becky?" The Irish Lass Kicker looked up to see her fellow ginger friend, Sami Zayn.

"Hey, Sami." She smiled,attempting to hide her sudden insecurities and sadness.

"You look upset, what's wrong?" Concerned eyes gazed upon her.

"Everything," Becky began. "I've been constantly taunted by Carmella and that mutt James Ellsworth for my loss, my fans depended on me and I let them down, and to top it all of, I lost one of the biggest matches of my career!"

"Well, I can relate." Sami muttered. "I lost Money in the Bank before."

"But it won't be your first time losing! This was a huge match for me, for women's history I may add, and I blew it!" Becky accidentally snapped.

Sami grew quiet. Realizing what she had just said, Becky quickly apologized. "Your match will be just as important as mine, that I know. I'm so stupid to say things I don't mean."

"You're not stupid, Becky, you're just upset." Sami replied. "And absolutely furious at those cheaters!" He grinned.

"Aw, I knew I could rely on you." Becky laughed, giving Sami's arm a playful punch.

A conversation with Becky couldn't go without a pun, so she managed to add one at the right time.

"Those two surely are cheet-ahs!" Becky grinned. "I'm not lion!"

"These puns are otter-ly shameful, don't you think?"

"Tryin' to out-pun me, lass?" Becky challenged.

"No, messing with you would be a big mi-steak." Sami smirked.

"That ain't the rust of it, is it?"

Sami raised his arms up in defeat. "You win, Queen of Puns!"

Becky bowed. "Thank you, thank you."

"Well, I gotta get ready for my match. I'll see you around, okay?"

Becky smiled. "Yeah, see ya later!"

"Yeah, see ya later!" A voice mocked from behind. Carmella. "Having fun there with you're little boyfriend, Becky, or is he only talking to you because he pities you?"

Where in the hell did Carmella come from? She just left with Ellsworth. Oh, that does not matter right now, Becky! It matters that you show her who a true Irish Lass Kicker is!

"We're friends," Becky said, clenching her fists. "Friends care for each other and make sure you don't cheat your way into things other people deserve!" Becky swung her arm, attempting to punch the Princess of Staten Island.

"Becky, dear Becky, I deserved that briefcase just as much as you did," Carmella replied coldly, grabbing Becky's fist before it made contact with her face. "I won, that's all that matters. I could care less about how you feel. Also, you should practice your punching skills, hon, they need work."

And with that, Carmella left, a cheeky smirk on her face. She always gets what she wants, Becky thought angrily, when am I gonna get a chance to actually feel accomplished? The last time I felt accomplished was when I became the inaugural SmackDown women's champion, but that feeling was ripped away when Alexa Bliss beat me for the title. You're clearly a loser, Becky!

Becky, though upset, headed to a lounge sort of area with a TV to watch her friend hopefully win the Money in the Bank briefcase. She knew fate wasn't so friendly to Sami and herself, but she could only hope.

A/N: I apologize for any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, as well as for the massive use of italics. This story has more parts, so stay tuned!