Did you guys see that?!” Michael Cole shouted into his headset, whilst looking between his two commentating partners for the night.

“By god, what a match we just witnessed!” John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield countered back into his own headset.

“I can’t believe my eyes.. we possibly just saw history in that ring.” Said, Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler.

Backstage after the match was over. All 9 diva’s from the Three-Team Elimination match had all spread out, individually. All except two. It was no secret that Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch had become very close friends during their story line down on NXT, and even through all this feuding. They were still Team BAE at heart, and the two best of friends behind the curtain. They said their consecutive thank you’s to those who passed them by to congratulate them and offer a small hug. They smiled warmly at each other once everyone had finally left them alone, and began making their way to the private divas locker room.

“I just really need to get out of this gear and take a nice shower.” Commented Sasha Banks, as both diva’s strutted through the halls.

“Yer feckin’ tellin’ meh.” Said Becky Lynch, almost limping in her walk. She was getting very uncomfortable in her ring attire.

They eventually reached the door and Becky had opened up the locker room to them. Instantly a nice cool breeze blew past them. The locker rooms were nicely air conditioned for the talent to cool off after a match. It was a nice transition since the hallways were always so hot and heated. They made their way into the locker room and both diva’s sat down on the bench, taking a moment to breath and soak it all in at what had happened during their match. Sasha looked over at Becky with a smile. It wasn’t the smile the fans were use to seeing on The Boss’ face when she was in the ring. This smile was different. It was harm, and heartfelt.

“You were so good out there, boo. We all were, actually. But I think you did great!” Sasha told her, before starting to peel off her specially graphic designed boot covers from her attire.

“Ah, thank yew! But ye were most definitely great, too.” Becky said with her own personal smile.

Sasha just smiled and proceeded to peel off the other cover on her boot. Becky turned her attention to her own gear and began removing her wrist and forearm bands. The two diva’s kept exchanging looks as one by one, pieces of their ring attire was removed and tossed to the floor. This wasn’t unusual for them. Or for any diva at all, really. They got changed and undressed in front of each other all the time. But what was going on right now? Perhaps some sort of adrenaline was still running through their bodies after the match and a little special something else was heating up inside them.

“Hey, Becks? You know, we could totally just conserve some water if we shower together. Would also make it a lot hotter. The water, I mean. Using one instead of two?” Sasha almost regretted what she had just said, but had grown proud of it when she noticed Becky’s facial expression was still perky, and happy.

“Aww, that makes sense.