19 May 2013, morning, the day of Extreme Rules
Lola awoke, alone except for a blinding migraine, strangely pleased with what the day promised.
The past five months had felt so surreal; it was nice to be in control of her life again. Not feeling as though she were being pulled in three different directions was the icing on the cake.
Ryback was getting another title shot; that would keep his focus on Cena for the foreseeable future. Jericho had another chance to give Fandango what he had coming, and she hoped he would. Reigns and Rollins seemed poised to strip Team Hell No of their beloved Tag Team titles, and Ambrose was facing Kingston for the United States Championship.
Then there was The Miz, who was eager to wipe the smirk from Cody Rhodes's moustachioed face.
As for the rest, all she wanted was some good, brutal matches to please the crowds.
She swallowed the wave of nausea that threatened to sweep over her and eased her way out of bed.
Much coffee would be needed today.
Lola was spreading hummus on a perfectly toasted bagel when Daniel Bryan sidled up to her.
"Hello, Daniel. You ready for tonight?"
"Uh, yeah. Of course. What do you have planned?"
"I already told you. And don't worry; all will be as it should be."
Daniel blew out the breath he'd been holding. "I just hope you know what you're doing." He lifted his hands when she raised her eyebrows. "Of course you do. You always do. I should, ah, head for the gym."
She nodded. "Gotta keep limber, right?"