The timing was too imperfect. Solo deviated from the Bloodline, Roman lost his title- along with his impressive and historical reign- to Cody Rhodes of all people, Sami Zayn went rogue, and to top it all off, unforeseen circumstances led to The Wiseman, Paul Heyman, to go on leave. Just peachy.

It was time for a rebrand, the family has gone through losses in their personal lives, leaving Solo to hold down the fort and terrorize the WWE locker room until Roman and the twins returned. Triple H had a plan, however. For starters, you, the new wisema- wise-woman..yeah, that’s better. Indie wrestler to big time faction manager was not a pipeline you’d foresee but the pay written in print on that contract made it appealing. All you had to work on now was your chemistry, gain their trust, cut promos so good it’s quoted to this day…it’s totally not like Paul Heyman had big shoes to fill.

It was showtime, now was your turn to fake it til you made it. Inhale, exhale. You’re not a random woman in the middle of the ring, dressed in expensive linens and Giuseppe heels. You ignored the silence and confusion of the fans. Time to make some noise.