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Charlotte Flair has dubbed herself sometimes as “the queen of media”. She always take joy in being part of interviews ranging from the world of media. Whether if it’s for television, radio, the internet, newspapers/magazines, or even a podcast, Charlotte loves to be interviewed. Her professionalism is on point and her nerves appear to be nervous-free is evident when being interviewed. She isn’t afraid to answer the hot seat, burning questions that may put her between a rock and a hard place. Mostly, she isn’t afraid of showing the grey area between her heel persona of the queen that world sees when she’s in the ring and in real life, Ashley Flehr.
As the world is still on fire after the world witnessed the emotional reunion of herself and The Man, Becky Lynch after nearly three long years, Charlotte is backstage at WWE headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut getting ready for a tell-all interview alongside Becky with Corey Graves conducting for the world to see. But for the first time ever, she feels like the whole weight of the world is crashing down on her Amazonian-like shoulders, she experiences a nervous and anxious feeling in her stomach and it didn’t feel like butterflies fluttering around. She has been walking in tight circles in the green room, thinking about the worst that come out of this. Her unsettling nerves get the best of her that she got shook when someone knocked into the door.
“Charlie, you in there?” Becky knocked into the door.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Charlotte responded.
As the door opens, Becky Lynch took aware of Charlotte in a mental mess just minutes before the world gets a first look at a reunited Becky and Charlotte.
“Jesus Christ, Charlotte. You look like shit.” Becky made a cringe look on her face seeing the state that Charlotte’s in right now.
“Thanks, Becks. That is exactly what I needed.” Charlotte formed an unhappy grin.
“Sorry. Why are you getting worked up like this?” Becky got closer and rubbed her hand on Charlotte’s arm.
“I don’t know. I mean I get like this all the time and it disappears quickly but I... What if it all goes wrong?” Charlotte rubbed her hand on her back awkwardly, presumably thinking the worst.
“It won’t. Because I’ll be right there next to you.” Becky shot a confidence grin to Charlotte hoping to calm her shaky nerves.
“You seemed to be taking this well” Charlotte let out an exhale, pointing out Becky’s positive facade.
“Well to be honest, I feel like puking out of my guts. But I’m calm and collected. Becky responded with a slight mock, still smiling.
“I’m serious, Rebecca. I never done this before. Not in front of the world. This is literally a make or break for me, for you, for us.” Charlotte’s mood doesn’t change one bit that not even Becky can break the nervousness away.
“The last time I checked, you are Charlotte Fucking Flair. This is the same woman who ended up being a sixteen time women’s champion in a span of six years, the same woman who headlined and main evented WrestleMania after WrestleMania, the same woman who I went to war from hell and back with and the same woman I fell in love with. What happens in the next few minutes, you got this. Plus, I’ll be on your side, always.” Becky sat Charlotte down on the couch to put to give a rousing pep talk. Reminding Charlotte of overcoming her fears when she has made history in her storied WWE career.
“You think this is a good idea, what we are doing?” Charlotte loved Becky’s emotional pep talk, having second thoughts on what happen when they are on camera.
“Trust me, it will all come together.” Becky held Charlotte’s hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles.
A knock on the door emerges.
“Excuse me ladies, your needed on set ASAP.” A producer lets Becky and Charlotte know they are needed in the studio.
“Will be there. Thank you.” Becky held her thumbs up, telling the producer that they will be out in a second.
Becky and Charlotte sat back up from the couch.
“Here goes nothing.” Charlotte with one hand on the door, breathing in and out.
“Hold on, I have to give you this.” Becky stopped Charlotte for a second to give her a nerve-quelling kiss.
“Feel better?” Becky instantly had a warming smile.
“A little.” Charlotte was taken aback but she doesn’t appear to be nervous thanks to Becky’s kiss.
Becky reaches out for Charlotte’s hand to hold, as they walk out of the green room and towards the studios.
The lights were as bright as it could ever get, the seats were already hot before it could be sit on. It’s dubbed as the biggest interview in WWE history, even bigger than the heated, gut wrenching interview that Becky and Charlotte did in 2018 during their feud. A lot has changed since then, a lot is about to change now.
Becky and Charlotte get comfortable and ready for the hard hitting questions that Corey Graves, as good as he is on commentary for every week, won’t be holding back.
“You ready, Charlie?” Becky nudged Charlotte just to see if Charlotte have second thoughts.
“Let’s do this.” Charlotte gave a smirk, gently holding on Becky’s hand.
Corey is clearing his throat and putting his phone in his pocket, ready to start conducting the interview.
“I just wanted to let you both know, that I’m proud to be doing this interview with you two. I just hope you guys are aware of what might come out of this.” Corey gave a stern caution to both Becky and Charlotte.
“I think we established that. We’re ready now.” Becky responds to Corey in a class act type of way while she and Charlotte share one last encouraging glance.
“Good luck, ladies.” Corey glared a smile. Then he signaled the producer as the countdown begins.
“Okay. Quiet on the set, quiet on the set.” The producer signals the crew to silence any noise incoming to the studio.
As the stage lights are dimmed except the set’s very own, the three cameras in place, and the microphones all accounted for. The camera man signals to the last three seconds to before recording.
Becky and Charlotte held their hands tightly.
“Okay. Ready in 3. 2. 1.” The cameraman finishes his count and begins recording as he sends a signal to Corey to begin the interview.