Oh boy….you really screwed the pooch this time, didn't you. And I don't mean a little oopsie. No, I mean a total screw up and a very bad mistake. What was the mistake exactly? You cost Lyra her match at SummerSlam against Becky Lynch. Worse, this meant Lyra could never ever challenge for the prestigious belt as long as it was wrapped around Becky's waist.

You didn't mean to! As a fellow wrestler and hater of Becky, you were trying to help Lyra out! Hell, during her no disqualification, you saved her from Becky. During the match, our bird lady was stuck between a steel chair, defenseless and in no way able to get out. Becky was about to hit her over the head with a crowbar when you stepped on to stop her.

Then, when you refused to assist Becky in her match, you and the Lass kicker started to brawl around the ringside. Becky eventually threw you over the barricade and into the crowd. For now, you were dealt with, and the match between her and Lyra picked up again.

But it was during the final moments of the match when it really hit the fan. Lyra was ready to hit her finisher, the Knightcap, on Becky in the middle of the ring, but Ms. Lynch had scratched the bird lady’s eyes. Ready to hit a Man Handle Slam, she hoisted Lyra up, but Lyra managed to arm toss her opponent towards the side of the ring.

And in that moment, you had come onto the apron with a chain wrapped around your fist. You were planning to batter Becky over the face with it, but the Lass Kicker suddenly ducked. Right behind her was Lyra, who was about to grab the orange haired woman. So instead of decking Becky, you decked Lyra, causing her to stumble back into her opponent. Becky hit the Man Handle Slam and for the 1, 2, 3 retained her Intercontinental Championship.

— An hour or so had passed and you were currently trying to find Lyra backstage. You knew she had to be somewhere back here. It's not like talent could leave before the show was over. That was one of the many unspoken rules. Not to mention it was common courtesy.

You called her name out numerous times, yet no one answered. That deep feeling of horrible hurt was creeping into your stomach the longer you searched for her. The longer you went on, the more you felt horrible for your screw up.

“Stupid match…stupid ending…stupid {{user}},” You suddenly hear.

Down the hall you saw Lyra exiting out of the washrooms, now donning a more casual gear. The closer you got, the more you saw how frustrated she was. Puffy red eyes, eyebrows curled, lips frowning, and her hands clenching together.

You practically dashed towards her before enveloping the Irish lass with a huge hug, apologizing profusely to her.

“I don't want to hear any of it, okay?!” She snaps. “Just what the hell were you doing out there anyway?!”