As I walked alone down the deserted halls of the arena, I couldn't believe that this had been my routine for the last three years of my life. Tonight it was going to be my last. I had to stop and listen as I heard the studio area fill up with hyped up fans pouring in by the second. I was in the backstage area but could hear them as if I were in the ring; I listened intently as it finally hit me that I would be wrestling my last match.

I felt weird to be feeling this way, it wasn't since I first started at TNA that I felt like this and now at the end of my stint was over I felt even worst. I never get nervous I can't understand why I am? I see myself as thick skinned; well you have to be to work the wrestling business.

I continued on down the long corridors, a smile slid across my face as I spotted the usual large yellow electrical boxes. Everyone knew that that was my thing, I wasn't really one to hang around in the locker rooms before a match, I just had to have my space. These same boxes would always be around somewhere I just had to find then, park myself on one and then relax; my routine was always the same.

Once I had settled my self down, I stretched my legs out so I could reach into the pocket of my jeans and pull out my ipod, my pride and joy, I had to have my music with me where ever I am. As I put the white headphones into each ear, with my free had I began scrolling through the list of artists in hopes of finding something to suit my restless mood. This was another one for my pre-match rituals it was what I usually did before every match I had but today it was hopeless I was just feeling to anxious, I switched it back off. I sighed angrily, I didn't know what to do with myself, I couldn't listen to music, I didn't feel like having anything to eat, I didn't feel like talking to any one, I felt like doing anything. I have never felt so nervous in my whole life as I did right now. It's such an awful feeling to be feeling, I felt so angry with myself for getting into this state.

I lay back on the box with my feet dangling down not able to touch the ground. This day had finally arrived. Now it was here it felt as though it was only a few days ago that I was first hired. I began to wonder what was going to happen to me after today, what was going to become of me. I was about to leave the only thing I know, the thing I gave everything up for… I thought I'd be in the business forever, I thought I would still be part of TNA for years yet. Still lying down I began pondering over whether or not I really had made the right decision. I was going to miss this place so, so much and everyone in it, wrestling had been my whole life since I could remember.

"Riley there you are I've been looking all over for you…" Jeff said as he approached me, I didn't actually expect anyone to find me tonight they know I like my space. He jumped up and sat next to me as I sat up.

"Well now you've found me…" I told him cryptically and quite annoyed.

"Are you okay?" he asked a little concerned buy the state I was in. "You look like you have a few things on your mind; you can talk to me if you want to."

I didn't know Jeff Hardy that well, I had hardly spoken to him since he'd arrived at TNA. He had been on a couple of the nights out I'd been on with the other guys and I had wrestled him a couple of times when I had been going through my heel role, but nothing ever major, nothing like tonight was going to be.

It was strange, I was angry he had sat next to me, I didn't want to talk to anyone but the words just came flowing out of my mouth with no control "Do you think I did the right thing? Quitting TNA I mean, do you think it was the right think to do?"

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No not at all," I replied adding emphasis on the 'at all' "I dunno I'm just scared I guess, I can't believe my last ever match is finally here, I didn't think I'd be wrestling this match for years yet!"

"Don't worry I've been through the same thing remember." He told me with one of his famous winning smiles on his face. Jeff had quit the WWE a year ago after loosing his passion for it. He had decided that wrestling has been and gone in his mind and had wanted to concentrate on other things, although after a while he came to TNA.

"It's really daunting isn't it…? I mean I've known I was leaving now for months but I've never actually got round to thinking about what I was going to do, I suppose I've been putting it off."

"You don't have to make any life changing decisions just yet, why not just concentrate on yourself for a while… do something you really wanna do, or do something you'd never thought you'd do…"

"You two, one hour until you're up…!" a stage guy shouted to us from the end of the hall.

"I suppose we'd both better go and get ready…"

"Yup anyway just before you go, I know we already have our match planned but I was thinking: Ladders… it's your last match after all, we gotta make it the very best it can be."

"Yeah defiantly, it is the main event after all…" I agreed with a smile.

"Good I guess I'll see you in a little while then."

It wasn't going to take me long to get ready, I more or less wear in the ring what I wear everyday. All I had to really do was my make-up, hair and put my boots and pads on. Just before Jeff had left we'd arranged for him to come and get m from the women's locker room when I'm ready and then head to the stage together, from when he had said that to the time of our ten minute match call seemed to go on for ages.

"Are you ready?" I asked him nervously when I came out of the locker room and closed the door behind me. I had been existed about this match for weeks; wrestling Jeff Hardy was a perfect for my last match, it was going to be absolutely great.

"Yup, are you?" he asked me.

"I guess so…" I replied as I followed him down corridors towards the stage area, we past a few of my fellow wrestling friends who all wished me good luck and told me to kick ass out there tonight, I felt quite sad actually.

"This is going to be the most amazing match." Jeff told me before a kiss on the cheek moments before his music began.

I smiled as I watched him disappear through the curtain, with out having him next to my I remembered my angst, I could feel my butterflies again as I waited anxiously for Jeff's music to end and mine to begin, the transaction of the two is usually only a couple of seconds but today it seems to take hours. I waited impatiently then suddenly BOOM! There were the explosions and then there was my music: Immortal by Adema, that was what had been given to me about half way through my time at TNA; due to the fact that I was women who wrestled guys I am therefore supposedly immortal. I ran out through the curtain and then through the tunnel. The fans went totally crazy for me, I had to stop for a minute and look around just to see how many people were actually there, it seemed more than usual. They all knew that this was my last match, my story line had been leading up to it for the last couple of weeks and every single one of them knew that this match was going to be show stopping. The match between the two of us had been put on totally of the basis of us both being super faces, the production people knew they would get my best match out of me if they put me with Jeff. Our wrestling styles were so similar so many levels but then at the same time they were so contrasting.

I was in total la la land by the time I reached the ring, I just could hardly believe the fans reaction to me, they made me high! So anyway I do my thing on turnbuckles and my music finishes, so there I am standing in the ring for the last ever time looking up at my last ever opponent Jeff Hardy. We'd planned a stared down, It was weird the fans were getting louder by the second and we weren't even doing anything. Suddenly I thought of something that would blow there minds, a pop to start ff the match. I slowly raised my right hand up to the top of Jeff's left shoulder and rubbed it hard all the way down his painted arm, Jeff and eyes stayed in one another for the whole time. I then looked and the messed up purple and green paint all over my hand then closed my eyes and wiped it across my face leaving a dark smudge of paint across me. Jeff loved to put paint all over himself to leave a mark in the ring and on his opponent; I thought doing that was the most perfect thing to do to start. The fans were mental and then bell rung.

The match went back on fourth at the beginning; we got some pretty good spaces for pops. High flying moves, big bumps, the fans were lovin' it. I was getting pretty beat up though, I was thrown out of the ring a couple of time, which hurt but threw out we were pretty even. We had been given almost 30 minutes to work in so we had plenty of time to fit stuff in. I could hardly hear myself think though when the ladders and tables came out, I had never heard the fans as loud as they were right then; it was so, so great. We even made time so we both got a least one or two good ladder moves, and I got pushed off one. I could hardly move by the time it was coming to an end. Jeff climbed slowly up the ladder as I slowly managed to force out so energy to push him off so that he landed through a table. Tring my hardest to stand up straight without falling over I climbed the turnbuckle for what I knew was going to be the last time and did a perfect shooting star press onto Jeff who was still surrounded by table. Because I the table was still there I hurt my knee pretty bad as I came down but I pushed past it and pinned Jeff to get the win! Eventually we both managed to get to our feet as the fans were screaming. The referee held my hand up in victory and then did Jeff, it was the most amazing feeling in the whole of the world, it was better than any victory feelings I have ever had.

After all of our celebrating in the ring the show finished and finally went back stage, I had to practically be carried. Once we'd got back threw the curtain my legs just gave way and collapsed into a broken heap as some of the other guys surrounded us to tell us what they thought of our match. I had given that match my absolute everything and knew I had by the pain I was in.

"Are you okay?" Jeff asked coming down to my level on the floor. I was still out of breath I could hardly string two words together. "We need to get you to see Jerry." Jerry is the on hand doctor, I must have seen him the most out of everyone since I'd been here.

"No I'm okay I just need a minute…" I protested from the floor.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," Jeff said helping me to my feet then having to hold me up so I wouldn't fall down again.

"Seriously I'm okay; I just need a shower…" I protested again having to hold onto him.

"Okay well that works out great for me cos' then I get to see you naked when I have to keep holding you up…" he said sarcastically. "Look Riley I'm sure you will be okay but let's just go and see Jerry anyway."

It was really sweet of him to care but I seriously was fine… okay well nearly fine, Jeff probably was right I was in a huge amount of pain. Reluctantly I agreed and allowed him to help me to Jerry's office.

"That match was totally off the charts guys!" We heard Dusty yell to us from somewhere behind, "I think it would be in the shows best interest if I sign you back up Riley and just have that match as the main event every week!" He said sarcastically, sounding deadly serious. "It was incredible" He told us how much he loved the match then left, he was so existed about it he hadn't even let us say a word. Jeff and I looked at each other and laughed as we carried on out way. Jeff noticed my face in agony and flashed me a caring smiled, still holding me up as we continued to Jerry's. It took us ages to get there, by the time we eventually did we must have been stopped by he entire locker room wanting to tell us how good the match was.

"How did I know that you'd be joining me tonight?" Jerry greeted as we entered the room. Jerry was the best, he was so big, cuddly and friendly, I knew and got on with him well, mainly due to all the medical attention I have needed over the last three years, but at least I got a friend in him out of it. "Great match you two, but it defiantly looks like both of you could use some work."

"Defiantly the star over here though…" Jeff announced as he helped me onto the mat on the floor.

"I guess I'm first then…" I laughed as I lay down. I was kind of glad about that, I was happy that Jeff was going to stay with me while I was checked out.

"I'm gonna miss fixing you up Missy…" Jerry chuckled as he began his work.

"Well I'm defiantly not!" I yelled as he moved my left leg about, that was the knee I hurt on the table at the end of the match. "Although I'll miss you Jerry, what I have to go through is something I won't be missing."

He must have been prodding and strapping me up for at least half an hour or so before Jerry finished.

"Right Mr Enigma, its your turn." Jerry laughed as he helped me to my feet. "I'd make a fourtune off you two if I charged you both, I'd be a millionaire with the amount of times I have to see you two."

I said my goodbyes to Jerry and told him I'd visit then I left Jeff alone while he got fixed up too.

"Hey Riley…" Jeff yelled to me just as I'd gone out of the door.

"Yeah?" I said as I came back in. "What is it?"

"Go and get ready then I'm taking you out to dinner."

"You are?"

"Yes, call it a sorry for beating you up so badly."