The main even was mere moments away, it was set to be match between Kevin Owens and Charlotte versus Bayley and Seth Rollins. Charlotte was the woman to beat. Zipping up her hoodie, Clara pulled her hood over her head to obscure her face a little so that just her profile and her long caramel and blonde locks showed. Her cue was coming, she stood in the Guerrilla waiting to go. Heavy footsteps were coming up behind her, turning slowly predicting the worst she learned it was just one of the trainers coming up to be on stand by just in case.<br/><br/>Watching from the darkness she saw Bayley start doing belly to belly suplexes, this was it. She stepped out onto the stage, her hands on her hips. Staring down at the match, Charlotte caught sight of her and gave the woman a “who the hell are you” look as she was trying to land Natural Selection. Clara’s presence was enough of a distraction to give Bayley a chance to do a roll up for the win.<br/><br/><i>“Here are your winners…. Bayley and Seth Rollins!”</i><br/><br/>The two superstars fled the scene, both confused as to who she was, but too winded to ask questions as they headed into the back. She could hear the commentators table from where she was. They were baffled, especially since she didn’t do anything aside from stand. “Who is this mystery woman staring down the self-proclaimed Queen, Charlotte? And what does she want?” Michael Coles’ voice was the last thing the people watching at home heard before going off air.<br/><br/>Clara walked back to the locker area where Seth was cleaning up and grabbing a water bottle, he just stared at her as she made her way back to the main offices. Stephanie had wanted her to come by after the match. All around her people stared. They were either staring at her or whispering, she wasn’t sure which she preferred. The blonde just needed to find where she was going and she could go hit the hotel for some rest.