'Ugh, someone should tell all these idiots not to mess with a bitch like me. Don't troll a HEEL if you can't come up with a decent - or at least coherent - insult! Calling me a bitch and telling me to kiss your ass shows an utter lack of imagination and intelligence.' Lola ruefully mused as she scrolled through her twitter replies. 'It's not like no one has ever called me that before.' She was more than a little miffed by the need to protect her tweets yet again.

Then she thought better of it. She could simply ignore those pathetic fools who were so desperate for attention. She would not let them get to her. No, they would not get what they wanted from her. She wouldn't even bother blocking them. They wanted attention, but she wouldn't bother responding to such attempts to garner her attention in any way. She would treat them like the insecure dumdums that used to tell her that, if she followed them, they would follow her back.

And that was just what she had done to those who had tried to raise her ire in the past. Nothing. Absolutely nothing had happened to them. They remained the same faceless, nameless, unnoticed little trolls they had been before.

Now that Brock Lesnar was back in a WWE ring, though, she could sit back for once, and let the brute run rampant for a little while. Extreme Rules would be an interesting turn of events . . .

After that, of course, she would go back to directing angry wrestlers towards those she felt needed some . . . down time.


A pair of hands snaked towards a brand new keyboard. Being under contract was a nice change from working week to week, hoping the next paycheck would be enough to cover the bills that piled up all too quickly. The hands paused mid-air, laced together, then stretched with an audible crack.

Those hands were itching to be put back into action. Unfortunately, they were temporarily on what had been termed a "sabbatical". Too bad, too; these were hands that did better when given something specific to do.

They would simply have to find a way to fill the empty hours somehow.


Vince made his way to the office he was using for the weekend. He thought about how things had changed in the past year. He'd had Laurinaitis negotiate with Lesnar, who was now attacking Cena in a quest to be the new face of the company. Who knew who he'd go after next? Or what Cena might do after Lesnar was done with him?

CM Punk had been all too ready for a good fight, so Jericho had come back and brought Punk's family into it. And what a fight that had been! There was still more there, of course, and would be until . . .

He and Lola hadn't quite figured out if they wanted to have someone interfere with that feud or simply let them both exhaust themselves. Lola had said she wanted to see them at the point where they were practically ready to kill each other before having someone step in to stop them.

He had to admit that that idea held a certain appeal. But who should be the one to put an end to it all?


Christian walked down the hotel hallway to his niece's room. He had had a thought that he thought would interest her. At the very least, he could tell her about it and see if she came up with something better.

"Hmm," she hummed after he'd finished speaking. "That could work." She bit her lip. "But I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"Hey, I don't want to see me get hurt again, either," he replied with a reassuring smile. "Just think about it. There could be something I haven't thought of that could be a more . . . interesting . . . twist."

"I'll mention it to Vince. I think he'll go for it."

"Are you planning on being at Extreme Rules?"

"Yeah," she replied slowly. "But I'll be unseen. I don't want to risk crossing paths with the person sending me those bizarre messages."

"Of course. I'll see you there, hon."

"Sure. I was planning on going out afterwards. Do you want to join me?"

"Probably. I'll look for you later."

"Okay. See you later. I should get ready. And so should you," she reminded him.


'Okay, AJ's being kept occupied . . . I hope that's enough to distract her from trying to go out to the ring while Bryan and Sheamus have their match . . . Zack wants a shot at getting revenge on Kane . . .'Lola sighed in frustration. Having a chart on her computer screen so she could tell who to go where was very much like being the anonymous general manager of Monday Night Raw again.

But this was different. It wasn't just Raw that she was controlling. Nearly everything was under her watch now. True, she delegated some responsibilities to managers, but they still had to answer to her. Well, to the Board of Directors, and they had to answer to her.

It would not be so long before she and Vince could allow the truth to be told. It had been years since she had been able to be honest. A part of her missed that. Another part of her had become so accustomed to remaining ambiguous and unknown that she wasn't sure she would be able to revert to someone who didn't weave an intricate web of lies and stretched truths.

That was the trouble with wearing such veils. Sometimes, she felt as though she couldn't even remember what the truth was anymore.