The scene opened backstage at the Gainbridge Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, inside Britt Baker’s locker room. She was seated on a black steel chair, dressed in her ring gear with a black D.M.D. zip-up hoodie pulled halfway up. Her hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, and her eyes, lined in dark makeup, were locked on the camera with unflinching focus.
Britt Baker: Five years. That’s how long it’s been since I walked into EBWF for the first time… I walked down that ramp at Wrestlemania, ready to show the world exactly who Britt Baker, D.M.D., really is.
She paused, a small smirk flickering across her lips.
Britt Baker: And do you know who I faced that night? Becky Lynch. Do you know what happened? She beat me. Then a few months later, we faced each other again… and she beat me again.
Britt leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as her gaze hardened.
Britt Baker: There aren’t many women in this company I haven’t beaten. But Becky Lynch… she’s one of them. And for five long years, I’ve been itching to set the record straight. To prove what I’ve always known to be true… that I am better than Becky Lynch.
She shook her head, scoffing.
Britt Baker: But here’s the thing about Becky. For all her accomplishments – Queen of the Ring, Last Survivor, Women’s Champion – I don’t respect her. I don’t like her attitude. I don’t like her arrogance. Because unlike Becky, I didn’t walk into this company with the world already singing my praises. I scratched, I clawed, I fought my way up the mountain. I earned my first Women’s Championship, and when I lost it, I fought my way back to the top and won it again. And now? Winning Queen of the Ring is my path to a third reign as champion. My path to Mina Shirakawa.
Britt’s lips curled into a sneer as she spoke Mina’s name.
Britt Baker: That’s how I deal with setbacks… I get back up, and I keep on fighting. Becky likes to claim she’s a fighter, but the thing she spends the most time fighting is reality. She spent years calling herself the “real” Women’s Champion, raving about conspiracies and claiming to be something she wasn’t, because she just couldn’t accept that she wasn’t good enough. Then last year, when she finally won the Women’s Championship she had craved for so long… How did you react when you lost it, Becky? You took your ball and went home. Your excuse was that you were off helping people affected by the wildfires… and hey, that’s admirable. Truly. But I know there was more to it than that. You left because you couldn’t handle being second best. You’ve never been able to handle it; that’s why you come up with these conspiracies and excuses and alternative realities. You’ll do anything other than admit when you’ve been bested. So tonight, Becky, when you find yourself second best to me… I hope you go off on another little endeavour. Ideally a… future endeavour.
Britt chuckled coldly, tilting her head as if considering her options.
Britt Baker: Because after I beat you tonight, Becky, I’ll be one step away from the crown. And whether I face Jamie Hayter or Trish Stratus in the final… it doesn’t matter.
She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg elegantly over the other.
Britt Baker: Jamie… it would be fitting if we meet again. After all, I beat your partner Rhea Ripley in the first round, and the last time you and I faced each other, you tapped out. I know you hate being reminded of that… but hey, history has a way of repeating itself.
Britt’s expression softened ever so slightly as she spoke her next words.
Britt Baker: But if I had a choice… if I could pick my opponent in the final… it would be Trish Stratus. In the five years I’ve been an EBWF superstar, I’ve never faced Trish one on one. And to me, that would be a dream match. Because Trish… she’s someone I grew up idolising. She helped make women’s wrestling what it is today. And here in EBWF, she is the yardstick. An eight-time Women’s Champion… only Torrie Wilson has held the title more times, and Torrie’s been gone for years. But Trish? She’s still here. Still fighting. So tonight, Trish, I hope you beat Jamie. Because if it’s you and me in the final… may the best woman win.
Britt stood up, pulling down her hoodie zip as she stepped closer to the camera, her eyes narrowing with dangerous intent.
Britt Baker: Mina… I hope you’re watching. Because whether it’s Becky, Jamie or Trish… I’m coming for them. And then I’m coming for you.
She blew a kiss to the camera, her lips curling into a cold, confident smile as the screen faded to black.
