Sasha skipped towards the ring, soaking up the applause from the fans.

There are people who think she's full of herself, but which great legend in wrestling hasn't had to be their own biggest fan. Sasha Banks slaps a couple hands on her way backstage, getting a quick hug from Cora Jade, who is planning her own adventures at this signature event.

She brushes a hand through her hair, spins around to soak in the moment, and storms through the curtain.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Boss is here. Not always there when you want? Okay? Established. But The Boss is always on time."

"And there are so many girls that The Boss needs to get her hands on. Whether that's Alexa Bliss... whether that's Askua, maybe that's Ronda Rousey. I am a great champion with nothing to prove so now... this holiday season is gonna be like a little masterpiece of art. A tribute to everything that I have been and can be."

Sasha nods her head and soaks in the reaction from the crowd. "So let's kick off this Grand Prix -"

Before she can finish, there's loud music over the PA.

Iconic. Unmistakable. CHARLOTTE FLAIR makes her way down the ramp.

"HI, SASHA! I am so impressed by that speech. But I couldn't help but notice there's a name you would never dare say out loud. Maybe it strikes a tiny bit of fear in your heart. Teeny tiny?"

"What do you want, Charlotte? Every time another woman is making history, here you come to elbow us out of the way and beg for that validation. You need to find your own peace, girl."

Charlotte smiles and holds up a finger. "That was actually good. Sasha. I am disturbed for a good reason. Where do you even get the nerve to ASK for a contract like that?"

"AHEM. For people who are new to the story. The Boss just secured the biggest contract in women's wrestling history, leaving many white girls jealous in my wake."

Charlotte's eyes boggle for a second, her lips curl in a smile, but she shakes her head. "Sasha, I'm not even going to sink to your level. HOW do you DARE prance around here like a top attraction. I would almost say you love putting a target on your back and getting humiliated. Every year it's the same story."

Finally, The Queen pulls herself onto the apron. For a second, Sasha thinks about getting in Charlotte's face, but the Queen absolutely towers over her. Most women don't try to fight a super athletes like Charlotte unless they have no other option.

But that may be coming. The Queen climbs in the ring. "You strut around here and flaunt your little ass and brag about imaginary feats. And then when that bell rings, you get punished. I can't count the things -"

"Charlotte."

"Kicked, slapped, stepped on, powerbombed. Thrown. Choked. And that's just me, not even the rest of the girls. Wow, you're a party in a box Sasha."

Sasha steps forward to get into Charlotte's face and Charlotte piefaces her.

"Get the fuck out of my face you little freak. You're basically my personal beatdown toy, your presence does not intimidate me, Sasha. I bully you, not the other way around."

"You're not a bully. You're a bimbo."

"Yeah I'm a both. I'm a bimbo, Sasha. I'm your bimbo bully. I'm the barbie bimbo bully that always beats the boss."

She puts her hands in front of Sasha's face. Sasha groans.

"Charlotte. Stop acting like a cartoon character and listen to me. That's your problem, you're always trying to be Miss Superiority and have no real identity."

"Talk."

"And that's your other problem. You don't seem to understand that I'm a legend in my own right. You are always underestimating me and that arrogance is going to be your DOWNFALL.

Now all I want from you, is to move on."

Charlotte puts her hand over Sasha's mic. "You don't get to move on, bitch."

Sasha looks around and scowls. "We both need to lead our own life outside of this rivalry. Neither of us are going to wrestle forever.

I think about the LEGACY I am going to leave behind. So many girls look up to Sasha Banks, what are they going to see? Mostly me fighting you. I want be part of -"

"ACCCCCKKK"

"create a legacy"

"ACCCCCCK Sasha, you're a LOSER. You don't get to have a legacy. It is actually mind-blowing that girls like you wake around with so much self esteem. You're right. Newcomers to this business will look back at your LEGACY and it is mostly getting dominated by me."

Sasha pouts and Charlotte smiles wide.

"Oh that's right and I have loved diving on top of your little body, taking you apart with technical wrestling. Making your scream like a bitch in submissions. Making you cry in front of friends and family in your home town. Making doctors - no don't block this out, SASHA, making doctors huddle over your body deciding whether they'd finally exploited your arrogant attitude beyond a line that would get them sued."

Sasha holds a mic up and Charlotte just keeps going. "I've also loved having every genetic advantage over you. I know every time you've ever locked up with me you've been scared out of your fragile mind. I have loved slinging you, battering you, womanhandling you. Literally, you're biggest matches are like wrestling practice for me. Sasha, you're actually my favorite opponent because you've never been a physical threat to me."

"Thank you, Charlotte, you seem very entertained by yourself."

"I definitely am."

"You definitely have to be because nobody else is. Honey, you are STIFF AND TALENTLESS. Daddy's girls like you are a dime a dozen. Every company that begged me to wrestle for them had some knockoff of your archetype."

"Archetypes? You are a NERD."

"And what's SO funny is, all of those knockoffs had more natural charisma than you! It's not even that you're not a great wrestler, you are.

But no matter what you do to me you'll always be jealous of me, it's written on your very face. Let's go there."

Charlotte blinks in frustration as the crowd roars. "Let's not go there. Sasha, anybody who looks up to you is looking to be a LOSER just like you."

"If you want the fucking Boss, then let's finally finish this! We have two WHOLE WEEKS. I'll kick your ass and then -"

Charlotte leaps into action, taking one long step forward and then throwing a nasty big boot.

(Charlotte is looking to put Sasha through two weeks of hell. And now she's trying to get the jump on Sasha and impose her will. Can Sasha sense Charlotte's attack in time and turn the tide?)

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