Sorry it took so long. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Lothar was given the grand tour of the backstage of the arena. A cameraman was daring enough to follow him as the guards guided him each with an arm held. Lothar willingly walked the path he was forced to walk, appearing to be content and calm. He had a look on his face that justified he was satisfied with his decision to vandalize the show. The cameraman panned over to Lothar's frontside, where everyone in the arena could see his devious grin and cheered for him. If Lothar couldn't hear them, he could feel their support.
"I did this for you, WWE Universe," he said, appearing delirious to not give away the cameraman's recording, "I did it for you…"
The crowd acknowledged the comment, continuing to cross their fingers as he was put into an empty room with nothing but a couple of chairs. The guards forcefully placed him in one, unlocking the cuffs only to relock them onto one of the legs of the chair.
Lothar chuckled, "Oh of course, you don't trust me, do you?"
"Shut up." One of the guards grunted, "You stay here. Mr. Helmsley wants a word with you."
"Oh sweet, I get to talk to Triple H. This day just keeps getting better and better."
The guards walked out with annoyed looks on their faces, leaving Lothar in partially restrained solitude. He passed the time by humming to himself, swaying to the melody. The cameraman from before lingered outside of the doorway, trying to get a good shot of it; the muffled cheers and laughs from the crowd confirmed it.
It wasn't long after the guards left before Triple H could be heard storming down the hallway.
"What are you doing?" he scolded to the cameraman outside, "Turn that thing off! Keep the show going, you idiot!" The camera man was panicking from the intimidating Triple H, turning the lens toward the angry authority before slowly trying to find the off button. Triple H snatched the camera from his hand, "When I say turn it off I mean TURN THE DAMN THING OFF! I OUGHTTA FIRE YOU RIGHT N-" The live recording from the Titantron cut off, disgruntling the crowd and summoning boos.
"Aw, you disappointed your own audience, Mr. H." Lothar was in a lucid state. Triple H looked at him through the doorway alongside the frightened cameraman. The cameraman locked eyes with Lothar, and Lothar winked at him. The cameraman smiled in reply, walked away as Triple H watched him with an angry grimace on his face.
"You've got a lot of nerve, kid." Triple H muttered as he entered the room, shutting the door, "Of all my years managing this company, I've never seen such stupidity from an audience member."
Lothar raised a brow, "Stupidity?" he glanced around the room, listening to more muffled cheering and barely noticeable "NO!" chants.
"Yes, stupidity!" Triple H yanked up a chair and sat down towards Lothar, "Because of you, my work has just been tripled. The fans saw what they wanted instead of what was on the script. We had the script written all the way up to Wrestlemania!" Triple H harshly inhaled through his nostrils and wiped his forehead.
"So what have I caused, exactly?" Lothar proclaimed.
"What have you caused?" Triple H started, "You caused a butterfly effect that may force the Creative team to rewrite the entire script."
"Rewrite?" Lothar laughed, "You don't have to rewrite anything. If the crowd wants me, then just make me a mid-card. At least that way I'll be in their sights. Your plans for Wrestlemania don't HAVE to include me!"
Lothar laughed some more. Triple H grunted, "Alright, don't push your luck!" He took a deep breath and exhaled, "You can have a spot on the roster, but I'm not the only person to rely on with your foot in the door. I'll have to consult with the chairman, Mr. McMahon."
Lothar nodded, "Sounds good to me." He looked out the closed door, "Speaking of McMahon, where's your wife, Stephanie?"
"She's taking charge of the show while I'm talking to you," Triple H said, "So consider yourself honored that I was the one you grabbed the attention of." Triple H called in the guards, who were the only ones with the key to the cuffs. He unlocked the cuffs, freeing Lothar's hands, "…and don't get cocky, either. Mr. McMahon isn't as forgiving as me. So don't try and negotiate with him."
"That shouldn't be an issue," Lothar said, rolling his wrists, "Whether or not he says no, I have Dusty Rhodes to secure me a spot on NXT."
"Dusty Rhodes, huh?" Triple H looked up in surprise, "Was he, by chance, the one who gave you that front row seat?" Lothar reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the ticket. At the bottom-right corner, Dusty's signature vouched for VIP access, "That sly dog…" Triple H handed the ticket back to Lothar, "Looks like I'm gonna have a word with him later."
Lothar laughed as they both exited the room. Coincidentally, the Bella Twins were walking down the hall, presumably for a match. They were talking to each other, telling each other that they WERE the Diva's division or some crap like that. They both stopped to look at Lothar chuckling with a grin on his face.
"What's so funny, dork?" Nikki sassed.
"Yeah, you have a problem with us?" Brie followed.
Lothar stopped laughing, looking up at the twins, "No, I don't have a problem," A camera was presenting this conversation on the Titantron, causing the audience to cheer again, "but I can tell you this: What makes you think you mean ANYTHING to the Diva's division?"
Both Bellas looked at each other with a snarly look, "Hey, don't be jealous! Just because you jumped the barricade like an idiot doesn't mean you can jump us!"
Lothar laughed again, "I have no interest in 'jumping' the likes of you." Nikki was about to talk back, but Lothar put a finger to her lips, "Don't interrupt me! Your place in the WWE is only significant because of some stupid reality TV show that only shows how much of a skank you two really are." The crowd roared, and Brie provocatively came at Lothar, only to have Nikki hold her back.
"Easy, Brie. He's just jealous of our success." Nikki commented.
"Success?!" Lothar burst out laughing once more, "The only way you two would be any more relatively successful is if you were topless!"
The Bellas' mouths dropped with shocked looks, "This is PG, ya perv! How about you go back to watching Game of Thrones!"
"I can to that right now!" Lothar responded as he grabbed the top of Nikki's sports top and yanked, ripping through it and exposing her bare breasts. The cameraman kept his sights on them. The crowd SCREAMED at the sight, and the Titantron immediately blurred out the exposed areas. Both Bellas screamed and covered it up, but the damage was already done. Triple H didn't bother to stop the moment, as he was laughing too hard.
"Why are you laughing?!" Brie looked back at the authority, "You're just as perverted as that freak! Why are you even in charge?!"
Triple H looked at Brie, then gestured around the room. Brie couldn't help but listen to the crowd through the walls, piecing it together, "Oh… okay. I guess it's what THEY want that matters…" Brie comforted Nikki, wrapped her with a towel that was lying on top of one of the shelves, and walked out of view of the camera. Triple H and Lothar locked eyes, holding back their laughter.
"Dude," Triple H said with a smile, "I think you just promoted both yourself AND them!" They both laughed as the sound of the crowd continued until the Titantron cut off.
