Robbie stormed out of Vince's office for the third time that day and let the heavy oak door slam like a thunderclap behind her. It was an unusually loud and visual display of anger from her and one which caused the several other wrestlers crowded outside to nearly jump our of their trunks. Robbie paused, looking at each one in turn. Most of their eyes darted to the floor or climbed the walls as if expecting to find something of interest there. A few, Zack Ryder and Kaitlyn specifically, actually bothered to make eye contact.<br/><br/>"So," Zack began, "I take it he still won't listen?"<br/><br/>Robbie rolled here eyes. "Of course he won't. Laurenitis and Triple H are all over the storyline but Vince still reasons that the dude-bro marks in the audience won't like seeing a woman win a world title, especially off of Orton. 'Cause, y'know, never mind the women, kids and intelligent dudes out there."<br/><br/>Zacks' eyebrows went up into his WWYKI headband. "Seriously!? Randy was the one who suggested it be him you beat for the World Heavyweight Title!" He gestured down the hall toward the locker rooms for emphasis.<br/><br/>Robbie slumped against the cold concrete wall and sighed. "I mentioned that. And I mentioned all of the Touts and emails supporting the story fans have been sending in ever since SOMEONE," she said, raising her voice and glaring at Roman Reigns who drooped his head in response, "leaked the whole idea on Pro-Wrestling Torch last month. He said it doesn't matter." She rolled her eyes. "You should have seen him hit the fucking ceiling when I mentioned picking the WWE Title off of Punk at Extreme Rules. Thought he was gonna kill me while having a coronary."<br/><br/>Kaitlyn shrugged. "Maybe you talk to Trips again. He's in charge of Talent relations. He's got to be able to do something. Right?"<br/><br/>"Tried that," Robbie mumbled while rubbing her eyes. "He listens to Triple H about as much as he does the fans these days." She stood up and tried shaking the weariness from her head. "Whatever. At least he's relented about the No DQ's United States Title match tonight. I got him to agree to thinking about the World Title if, and only if, I can stay as over as I am but while holding the US Belt."<br/><br/>Roman chuckled and smiled in that way that made Robbie forget why she was so mad at him. "Well, that got re-booked. You've got about three minutes to get you gear on get to the ramp Berta."<br/><br/>Robbies' eyes went wide and she whirled around and took off for the locker-rooms, her feet flying over the tiles, her hair streaking out behind her. She hit the metal door and blasted in, all but tearing her clothes off as she did. In record time (well, record time for her anyway) Roberta Wilde had slipped boots first into being Wolfe. She took a moment to take stock of herself in the mirror. Grey hoodie with a snarling wolf on the front, red and purple wrestling shorts with feral beasts on them, knee high black and purple boots with kick pads. Add the in character snarl and the 'Wolf Pack' t-shirt under the hoodie and she looked like a homeless superhero. The snarl twisted into a broad grin.<br/><br/>"Time to go beat the hell out of The Miz." She spun on her heel, faced the door, fully prepared to give the match of her life...<br/><br/>...when reality itself split before her and a hand, that felt oddly similar to Trish Stratus's, gave her a hard shove. For a moment, as her body crossed the precipice of swirling, wind howling madness, Robbie felt fear unlike any she'd ever experienced. Something deep down and primal, the kind of fear that waits in the darkest parts of your mind, waiting for the most inopportune moment to reach out and fill you utterly. Then she was over the edge and tumbling down the screaming rabbit hole.<br/><br/>Robbie fell into a large bush and hit the roots and ground hard. The air rushed out of her and she curled up in the bush gripping her bruised mid-section and wincing. After a minute or so her breathing became less labored and the world, or rather the bush, ceased spinning. Gingerly, she crawled to her knees and peered out of the branches and blossoms of the shrub and stifled a gasp.<br/><br/>A vibrant, almost unnaturally so, sky hung over a pristine field. An old man dressed like a Chinese Ren Fair participant was standing over several normally attired folks who appeared to have dumped in this lush middle of nowhere in a similar fashion to her own arrival.<br/><br/>Robbie narrowed here eyes and gulped. "Toto, I don't think we're in Sun Life Stadium any more."