Becky Lynch had been enjoying some time off from the WWE, but today she was going to be doing an important interview. The Man had gotten dressed, applied her make-up, and was now ready to set off to the studio for the interview. But then, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye...
A small, purple slug was sat atop her dresser. "Ugh!" Said Lynch with disgust, baffled by the sight of it. "What the hell are you..?"
Stepping closer, Becky was surprised to see the slug's eye begin to swirl around in a mesmerizing pattern, her own eyes drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Quickly, Becky found herself unable to look away, and then allowed the slug to attach itself to her.
Immediately, the slug drained away The Man's intelligence, leaving her as nothing but a dumb, cross-eyed host. "Duhhh.. The Man is brainless... Duhhhhh... The Man must go barefoot... Duhhhhhh... All hail our slug overlords..." She chanted, her voice void of emotion.
It was safe to say that Becky didn't mind the slug controlling her at all, not that she really had any say in the matter... It was now time to spread the word to her other wrestler friends, so they too could join her in brainless bliss.