"So, I think one of the best directions to take the company is to have as little wrestling as possible," Intern Eve declared.

Barry McMullin scratched his chin, contemplating this new line of thought.

Mr. Arnez blurted out what everyone was thinking. "Aren't we a wrestling company still? One of the W's in WWE stands for wrestling…"

Mary Beth Mary said, "No, WWE stands for Walk WIth Elias. Don't you know anything Al?"

Intern Eve frowned at the mere mention of Elias. She would get that terrible musician if it were the last thing she did...but that was a dirty deed for another time. "Now now, you ninnies, listen here! Backlash showed us that the highest rated segment was not a wrestling match! It was the impromptu concert of Elias and further tomfoolery of the more musically inclined roster members sans Rusev!"

The boardroom was thoughtful as it considered this new tidbit of knowledge.

Intern Eve snapped her fingers and a projector roared to life, displaying a large pie chart behind her. "As you can see by my expertly calculated data, we need to have exactly 96.43 percent of every show to be chicanery such as this!"

Mr. Arnez said, "I thought our highest rated segment was the Intercontinental match."

Intern Eve rolled her eyes. "No! Our highest rated segment was the impromptu concert of Elias and further tomfoolery."

Al nodded. "Tomfoolery."

Mr. Arnez frowned and dug through his papers that were full of data reflecting viewer numbers, Youtube likes, and general internet buzz. "I'm pretty sure that's not true...Wait, are you not counting matches as segments?"

Intern Eve quickly snapped her fingers again, prompting Ivan to play the loud Norwegian death metal track over Mr. Arnez's question.

Barry McMullin began shouting over the feral growls of the metal singer, "What do you think the benefits would be for the company?"

Intern Eve smiled and snapped her fingers again, so the pie chart was replaced with a big arrow pointing up, which was labeled viewership and profit.

Barry McMullin stood up and shouted, "BRILLIANT! We'll initiate this immediately!"

Intern Eve smirked. "Now onto my next item of interest."

Mr. Arnez stood up. "This is ridiculous. We haven't even finished discussing your first id-"

The Norwegian death metal began blaring once again until Mr. Arnez gave up.

"Good. As I was saying before that rude interruption, the Woman's Revolution. We need to begin having more pillow fight matches."

Mary Beth Mary sighed. "We can't do that. That's the nonsense we're going away from. It's disrespectful towards the women."

Intern Eve held up a hand. "No, you misunderstand me. Not pillow fight matches for the women! But a tournament of pillow fight matches where the winner is crowned the Universal Champion since we all know, aliens only crown royalty with pillow fights, thus a Universal Championship shall be bequeathed with such a match."

Barry McMullin nodded, sagely. That made sense.

Mr. Arnez said, "But Brock Lesnar is champion."

Intern Eve swiveled towards him. "What?"

"Brock-"

Intern Eve interrupted the exasperated man, "What?"

"Brock-"

"WHAT?"

"BROCK LESNAR!"

"Goodness, there's no need to shout! I am right here."

Mr. Arnez took several deep breaths. "Brock Lesnar is champion."

Intern Eve tilted her head. "I have no idea who that is, so your point must be irrelevant. NEXT!"

Mr. Arnez threw his papers into the air. "I QUIT!"

Al sniggered. "She said pillow fight matches, not I Quit matches."

Mr. Arnez screamed and stormed out of the boardroom.

Intern Eve shook her head. "What was his problem? Some people… My next item has to do with the serious lack of clowns on the roster. This is a grave problem…"