Hi everyone! Thanks to all who took the time to make me feel better last update..it worked, and lit a fire to keep me driving forward! That being said, what IS the deal with the cameraman? Have AJ and Seth actually resolved their problems? Where is Finn Balor? Do Seth's ex-girlfriends burn in hell?

Paige nearly spat out her beer.

"You did what?!" she demanded, excitement clearly drawn on her face. "You know, if any Joe Schmo walked in on that, you two would be in deep shit."

AJ giggled, her face turning red. Okay, so she didn't plan on telling Paige her post-show romp with the champion, but Paige had immediately taken note of the flush in her face, the bounce in her step, and the lightness in her demeanor.

"You and Seth must've made up," she had crooned, giving the smaller diva a wink. She knew immediately that something between them had occurred, and AJ was still so high on the drug that was Seth Rollins that she spilled all, almost immediately after the waitress had taken their drink orders.

"I know, it was so naughty and so, so wrong...but it was so worth it. I can't ever remember feeling so free, so young and in love."

"Because you were miserable, AJ, stuck with a miserable oaf," Paige had commented, her expression stone-serious now. "I'm happy that you are doing better. While Seth isn't my number one overall pick for you, I guess it's better than mopping up your tears every night. The last thing I'd like is for him to hurt you, though, and I've told you that at least a thousand times."

AJ sighed. "I know, and I don't want to get hurt, either. And I know I have tunnel-vision when it comes to Seth, but he does make me happy..." She then launched into the entire conversation that Stephanie had with them when they'd pulled the lovebirds into the Authority frontwoman's office, Paige's eyebrows shooting up at the mention of Zahra Schreiber being brought up to feud with AJ.

"That's fucking horrible. Way to go, Vince," Paige rolled her eyes, tearing pieces of her napkin into teeny, tiny squares. "He did that to me, too. Charlotte and I got into a scuffle after she slept with my then-boyfriend, and boom, we're in a feud. And as much as I wish I could say the feud was great because there was real life heat between us, the more I would be lying. It was hard to work with her, it was awkward, and I found it completely unprofessional to force us to work that closely together when the wound was still new. Not to mention, I myself had a hard time remaining professional when all I wanted to do was throw her a punch square in that ugly nose," Paige was gaining momentum as she spoke, something that happened when she was getting heated.

"The thing is though, Seth threatened to walk away from the company if Vince brought Zahra Schreiber back," AJ gave a small smile. "It was possibly one of the nicest things he could've done. I can't handle all this ex-girlfriend drama that Seth carries around with him, but at the same time, where do I have room to talk? I'm the one who foolishly paired myself with Punk, knowing what he was capable of. And I got an ugly divorce to prove that. The fact that that doesn't send Rollins running is pretty amazing," AJ continued, allowing her mind to be at peace. The last encounter she'd had with Seth put her at ease; right now, things seemed to be really good.

"I know I wasn't a huge supporter of the new Rollins campaign," Paige said as the waiter brought them a plate of mozzarella logs, "But I'm not as salty as I was before. I don't think he's the best for you, but he can't be much worse than Punk," she chomped on her appetizer, white cheese oozing from the end of the deep-fried snack. AJ was normally much more conscious of her food choices, but today was a date with a friend. Cheat day, she told herself. Tomorrow, she'd hit the treadmill on an incline.

Unless Seth got to her first...

"You've got it bad, huh?" Paige asked, giving a quick wink.

"Wh-what?"

"You totally ignored me there. You're in la-la-land over Seth, aren't you?"

AJ blushed a heavy crimson, embarrassed that she couldn't hide her feelings better. Seth had taken over her whole mind, her whole world. The only thing she wondered now was where they would go from here.

"That's what I thought. Anyways, as sorry as I am that things are at a standstill with Finn, I'm glad to see you relaxed and smiling again. Ex-girlfriends aside, of course."

"Excuse me, Stephanie?" came a small voice. The woman in charge spun around, not hiding the annoyance in her bright blue orbs. She gave a once-over to the man that stood before her, a production assistant that normally said nothing during important meetings. It had actually crossed the woman's mind that maybe he wasn't cut out for the WWE, given the fact that he couldn't state his ideas in a roomful of people.

It was very curious that now, out of all evenings, he had chosen to use his voice.

"What can I do for you?" Stephanie asked, not using his name as she couldn't remember it. "I'm a busy woman, and I've got something to attend to."

"I understand, Stephanie. I just wanted you to take a look at something-"

"We have a fully-packed roster at the moment," she said with a quick wave of her hand, prepared for this guy to hand her a videotape of his time in the ring, doing terribly botched DDTs and diving elbows. Turning away from the meek, balding guy, she felt his hand tap her on the back of her arm.

"Ma'am, that's not it," he said quickly, aware that he was losing the floor. "I know you're busy. But one of my cameras caught something really interesting in the locker room earlier, and I think it would help with storylines-"

"I'll set you up for a meeting with Brian, alright?" Stephanie sounded exasperated, eager to get this annoying little fly out of her sight. She was talking about WWE legend, Road Dogg, who currently worked under the McMahon family as a writer.

"That'd be great, actually," the production assistant said quietly, averting his gaze to the floor. He didn't sound excited in the slightest, and for a split second, Stephanie felt sorry for being rude. But she was busy, all the time. And she didn't have time to listen to this know-nothing dude give his ideas and thoughts regarding the company. She was in her position for a reason after all: she knew it all.

"Fantastic. I'll send him a text, and I'll ask him to get hold of you," she flashed a quick smile, turning once again to walk away.

"But, Stephanie, wouldn't you like to know who we've filmed?"

Stephanie sighed. "Sure. Fine. I'm not late for dinner with my husband or anything," she replied huffily, but the short man ignored her bitchy statement.

"My camera guy accidentally got Paige and Seth Rollins in the locker room together. Paige had mentioned something about Finn Balor, but the camera's audio wasn't able to catch the whole bit..."

Stephanie was stunned. Paige and Rollins? Wasn't she just scolding AJ and Rollins? Damn. As much as she valued Seth, and as great of a performer he was, he sure seemed to get around quickly. And wait...wasn't Paige one of the Black Widow's friends? Possibly even her only friend?

"Interesting, but I'm not sure how we can use it," she responded, trying to keep herself out of any backstage drama. She'd had her own fair share in the past, and the last thing she wanted now was to get inserted into whatever mess her employees were in.

"Well, I know that AJ and Seth had shot down ideas of Zahra. And I know that they've made it pretty clear that they're a thing right now."

"Go on," Stephanie responded, deciding against asking him how he'd known that the pair threatened to depart if real-life issues were used.

"Couldn't we just use excellent production techniques to make them say whatever we'd like? We could use Rollins to turn Paige and AJ against each other. We can cause some excellent on-screen writing if we bring in Finn Balor against Rollins, making some nitty-gritty, shady as hell insinuations between Balor and AJ. I know it might cause a tumultuous road in those two little lovebird's real-life relationship, but it's keep Zahra away...which ultimately is what we want, to keep the Nazism out of WWE."

Stephanie stroked her strong, feminine chin with her perfectly manicured index finger, her crystal-clear blue eyes shining in deep thought. "This is really, really undermining our talent. It's enough to make both of them quit, hands-down..."

"So tell them about it ahead of time," he urged. "But leave out the details. Let them know you're going to turn Paige on AJ, but don't tell them why. Announce that Finn Balor is coming up from NXT, but don't bring up that he'll be feuding with Rollins. Who, by the way, turned a bright shade of green once Paige had mentioned Balor, so I could only assume that AJ's time in NXT was a lot but interesting than we were led to believe...this whole angle could work really well if we're careful."

Stephanie began nodding, slowly agreeing with the production guy. "Okay, deal. I'll book you with Brian, he'll get hold of you. I'll tell him that this storyline is crucial, and to begin working on developing a full story. We could plug in voice-overs where we need to, and we can make it believable to the audience. I think it's best that we make those four aware of the storyline, but keep them in the dark over details..." she paused. "What did you say your name was, again?"

The production assistant flashed a dazzling smile. "I'm Matthew Rayor. Matt for short. I'm glad to meet you, in person," he extended his hand to Stephanie, who took it graciously.

"Thank you, Matt. You've planted a very interesting story in my head, and I admire your persistence. Here, jot down your cell phone number for me, and we'll get this whole thing rolling."

Zahra Schreiber waited anxiously by her phone, watching and waiting. She had been ignoring her Twitter for most the day, tons of haters calling her out for publicly "harassing" AJ Lee and Seth Rollins. Though she didn't actually see anything wrong with what she'd written, she should have figured the WWE fans would come out and try to defend the couple. They had come out in slews, and she was surprised at how many people seemed to be supportive of this gag-me relationship. Most people used the "AJ really got burned, why can't you let her be happy? Sorry Seth wasn't happy with your nasty ass" bit, and she rolled her eyes at them.

Bunch of losers.

Leighla had tried to get into contact with her, too, begging her to remove her tweets regarding her ex-boyfriend. To which, the tattooed woman ignored, as well. Now was not the time for the pretty little princess to feel badly for her misdeed of greed, and truthfully, the guilt Leighla felt now was not her fucking problem.

She'd tried to get her public relations manager to give her the ins back into the WWE to really shake things up, but so far, he'd told her it was a no-go. While Vince himself thought the idea was brilliant, he had been talked down by other members of management and ultimately decided that bringing Zahra back to NXT for awhile before catapulting her into the main roster was not "best for business" after all. So, she got sneaky, and tried plan B.

She'd met Matthew a few years ago during a modeling gig. He was strikingly handsome, with dark, sharp features that made him look like he might be part Latino. Maybe he was, she didn't know. She didn't care. His smooth, cool, cut body was enough to make anyone swoon, and he could talk himself out of getting arrested for anything. Everything he said, he said so honestly that he could have claimed the sky to be orange, and people would believe it.

Perhaps it was the fact that he'd done everything in his power to land acting roles; he was well-known in all sorts of classes because he was constantly striving to be better. Unfortunately, Matthew was quite addicted to cocaine, which meant he was often turned down for roles that he would have otherwise landed. He had reached out to Zahra recently, worrying that he had a bounty on his head for not paying up to his dealer. She offered to pay off whatever debt he owed, but she wanted two things from him.

First, she wanted earth-shattering, mind-numbing, beast-like fucking from him. She lusted after him like she had never before lusted after anyone. In part, it was because she wanted to let another man experience her, since she still felt the ghost of Seth's touch sometimes during the night. Now that he was quite unavailable and made it known to the entire world, she needed to feel like she could still land someone amazing. Well, that, and she just wanted to be taken advantage of.

Second, she had a little acting gig for him.

She wanted to know badly if he'd gotten past security, given the fake pass she'd simulated for him. If Zahra wasn't going to get in with WWE again, well, she could at least burn that shit down before it got too big.

After what felt like hours had passed, her phone chimed, and she snatched it immediately, already a half-hearted smile on her face.

"Hey," she said smoothly, hoping and praying for the best here.

"Hey, Zee," Matthew gave her a solid greeting, but she wasn't able to make out whether the tone he was exhibiting was a good one or a sorry one. "Sorry it took so long for me to call."

"Well? What'd you find out?" she grew anxious quickly, and she was already pissed that he'd been avoiding the most important part of this phone call.

"Well, I actually got in alright, but noticed that the head of security had questioned whether or not I was a legitimate member of the backstage crew. I knew he was on to me, so I hid out in what I thought was an empty locker room."

"And?"

"And I got truly lucky when I was able to catch some Seth Rollins and Paige confrontation on my pussy-ass camera."

Zahra laughed loudly into the phone. "Of course. Paige. That makes so much more sense for him than someone like AJ. Given myself and Leighla, at least she's good looking."

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that at all. Unfortunately, the audio is shit on this camera. But I used that to my advantage."

"You're not getting to the point fast enough," Zahra said snidely, getting ready to retract her offer for this guy. "Listen, if you can't do the job I sent you off to do properly, I'll forget to shell out the cash to Lord West, and find another way to do this," she threatened, using his drug dealer's street name to prove that she'd done her homework.

She heard Matthew shuffle, as though he was shifting uncomfortably wherever he was. "Fine. I'd heard that Seth had threatened to leave the WWE if they brought you back. It's amazing what people will tell you when they think you're important."

Zahra scoffed. Seth really valued his relationship with that little twerp enough to leave the company?

"So anyways, like I said. I noticed that the head of security seemed to catch on to me being a fraud. So I hid. And it just so happened to be in Seth's locker room, where Paige came in and spoke to him briefly. Threatened that if he hurt her friend and all that."

"How lovely," she replied. "A true, noble friend."

"Sadly, yes. But the thing with technology these days is that we can make people say whatever we want them to be saying. So while the audio wasn't captured, I was able to pitch to Stephanie McMahon easily that we can still use this to our advantage."

"Hold on-you got in to speak with Stephanie right away?"

"Well, yeah. I just hid until well after the show, and caught her on the way out. I've got a meeting with the creative writers tomorrow. If all goes well, AJ will think that Paige is double-crossing her in real life, and Seth will think that AJ's relationship with Finn Balor is more than she lets it on to be. I've done a little digging, you know, and apparently she'd gotten really cozy with the guy during her NXT run."

Zahra gave a low whistle, surprised that this had gone much better than she'd expected. Yes, indeed, this guy could act his way out of a paper bag. He must've put on a great show for Stephanie. She was also truly impressed that he'd become an expert on this little love triangle so quickly, clearly doing his research and refusing to go into this blindly. Prior to their business exchange, Matthew could care less about any of these people. But as soon as he needed help, and knowing that Zahra had come from a fuckton of money, he had to do an excellent job before she agreed to pay off Lord West.

He didn't disappoint.

"You are fantastic, did you know that?" she purred into the phone. "Tomorrow, put on your best acting game, and dazzle those idiot writers. Stay up late with anything you can that really drives a wedge between everyone. And then, tomorrow night, come home to me, and I'll drive you straight into my mattress."

Matthew chuckled into his phone. "Oh, Zahra. I only hope I can deliver in the bedroom as much as I did for you tonight. You are probably saving my life, you know."

"Actually, I am," she checked her fingernails, deciding that the pinkish paint she'd used earlier wasn't as sultry as she'd hoped it to be. No, when she was running her fingernails along prettyboy's back tomorrow, she'd imagined a deep, devious plum color instead. "Your bounty will be paid in two days, and I expect you to deliver in every way."

Not bothering for him to respond, she hung up her phone, an evil smile already on her face. This, she thought, was reason to celebrate.

She couldn't wait to fuck things up for Seth. She couldn't wait to have her carnal needs met tomorrow. She couldn't wait for AJ to be the one to throw Seth on his ass, just as he'd done to her. Fuck, he deserved to rot in hell.