Anniversary shoot.

You think for a minute or two, but nothing (outside of your anatomy) comes up. You close your eyes, hoping that will help your concentration. Finally, you feel what you can only guess is David Blaine-like levitation. Seconds later, you open your eyes again, and see you are still standing alone, but there is a camera setup nearby, and a plain background a few feet in front of it.

Finally, that simple sight is joined by a sound you immediately recognize: A door opening. You look around, and see what is certainly the cum-causing Canadian entering whatever location you were recently sent to. You exchange greetings, and you notice she nods when she speaks. You silently pray she didn't see what had been progressively resulting from your anticipation.

Whether she did or not, the situation isn't helped as she removes the trench-coat she entered wearing. Below this is something else you recall from an oft-occurring dream: The strapless, black top and stockings she wore during the "Divas Undressed" events. Confident anything you say will be the wrong thing, you stay silent and wait, hoping she will break the silence.

Luckily, she does.

"It doesn't seem that long!" she remarks, finally.

"Huh?!" you ask, wondering if she is referring to what you'd spent the silence hoping she remained unaware of.

"I couldn't believe it when they called and told me they wanted to shoot a fifteenth-anniversary special for the WWE Network!" She continues. "Why, it seems like only yesterday!"

You briefly try to recall if you'd looked at that picture yesterday, before realizing it's again your turn to speak.