“The Man” is back.

Alright, that might be jumping to conclusions, but in Becky Lynch’s backstage promo segment against the treacherous, “snake oil salesman” Paul Heyman, shades of her former glory shone through every venomous word that cut at “The Oracle’s” frantic disposition. Lynch, a woman who made her career off of her tough-as-nails babyface mic work, worked wonders tonight, and even though heel Lynch is worth her weight in gold, I can’t help but giggle and kick my feet at the thought of our beloved “Man” coming back to screens.

Moments after Heyman’s pleas for The Vision’s places in Monday night’s World Heavyweight Champion Battle Royale were shut down by Adam Pearce, Lynch confronted Heyman, who immediately delved into his desperate blabbers. You can say anything you want about the Hall of Famer, but you have to admit, Paul Heyman is very good at being very pathetic.

As Heyman blabbered on and on, Lynch met him with a cold stare — and when I say “cold,” I mean *cold.* Lynch has been seen on television with her own share of blabber and chatter (as she should, as a heel). For her to indulge in complete opposite, a silent stare, is powerful. Her ice-cold, unimpressed gaze could put the fear of God in anyone, especially as someone as snivelling as Heyman, more than words ever can. Call it whatever you want — presence, aura, a vibe — Lynch’s dead, silent stare was a statement in and of itself.

When Lynch finally did talk, she didn’t *just* talk. She grabbed Heyman’s shirt and tie, and unceremoniously pulled him in. She whispered lowly, cruelly. Again, we have the juxtaposition of her recent heel character with Monday night’s silence. The stark contrast grabs your attention immediately — why is mouthpiece Becky suddenly falling silent? Why is the typically cowardly heel Lynch, a woman who has hid behind her husband, suddenly grappling with a Hall of Famer? While the content of her promo doesn’t entirely track — I don’t buy that Rollins was fully aware of Heyman’s involvement in The Vision’s Judas plot — Lynch speaks so convincingly that you have no other choice than to believe it.

By the time Lynch was done threatening Heyman’s next proteges on her husband’s behalf, Heyman had (probably) soiled his pants, and I had fallen deeper in love with Lynch (if that was even possible). I enjoy heel Becky for who she is, but I will always appreciate “The Man:” especially in a division who is hurting for a face-of-the-brand babyface outside of Stephanie Vaquer. Whether “The Man” sticks around beyond this point is anyone’s guess, but I’m glad that we saw a glimpse of her Monday night, if only for a moment.

Written by Angeline Phu