Vince sat on the couch, waiting for his daughter to come in. Stephanie opened the door, slightly shocked to find her father in there. "Dad. What are you doing in here? Where the hell were you?"

Vince looked at her angrily. "I was being made a fool of by those 2, and you didn't do a damn thing."

"They didn't do anything to you Dad. Enigma parked the car in the parking lot." Steph said, looking him right in the eyes. He shifted uncomfortably, not returning the look.

"Steph, listen, I'm sorry. I've done some stuff recently that have made you ashamed of me, and I can understand that." He tried to calm her down.

"What do you want, Dad?" She obviously wasn't buying it.

Ok, I'll just say it and be done with it. He thought. "That Enigma guy. I need to figure out a way to get him out of the WWE, and fast."

"Why am I not surprised." Stephanie mumbled, sitting down in her chair. "I'm not going to fire him, Dad."

"And why not?" He sat up in the sofa.

"1, he has the WWE Title. 2, I am sick and tired of trying to live up to your expectations. I'm not going to run my show according to your standards. Besides, he has an ironclad contract, just like Mr. America had."

"Yeah, but I managed to prove that he was Hogan." Vince proclaimed as if it had any relevancy.

"So? You can't prove who Enigma is or isn't, because there is now way anyone else has that much potential besides his brother." Stephanie argued.

"That's it!" Vince jumped off of the sofa, and left her office pissed off. "THAT'S THE LAST I'M I TAKE YOUR SHIT!"

Stephanie watched the door swing open, her father run out, and the door close itself slowly. "Not the brightest guy on Earth, is he?" Enigma said, pulling the roof tile out of his way and sliding down through the hole.

"Not lately." Stephanie said, watching as the juggernaut slid out of the roof.

"Wait. Where's my brother?" Enigma asked, looking back up at the hole in the roof.

Stephanie looked up too, and heard a creaking. "Oh, shit!" Anonymous yelled, and fell through the roof. Plaster and tiling fell with him, landing in a pile on the ground. Anonymous stood up, looking at the damage he had done. "I always fall through those."

"Maybe you should learn to prop yourself up on the beams." Enigma suggested.

"I was." Anonymous answered. "I got to go. If anyone sees my around here they'll know it's me. It's not so much of the fact that I'm a morbid idiot but that I'll probably be yelling advice at you from the front row as if I know what I'm doing." Anonymous turned for the door, taking off his mask and pulling out a pair of sunglasses, which hadn't been destroyed by his fall.

"What if someone recognizes your body?" Stephanie asked looking at the mound of plaster on the ground.

"They won't."

"How do you know?" She asked, looking up. Anonymous was now where to be seen.

"You forget. He is everyone and no one. He is everywhere and nowhere. He is Anonymous." Enigma said.