Author's Note: Yes, it has been a very long while. Everything's been really hectic since the holidays and now I've been trying to get back into the flow of school since break. I haven't been on the internet much in almost a month. But I'm back now, with a new story, and some updates for my other stories coming soon. So sit tight. Please review and let me know what you think.

Amy Dumas walked down the corridor, in her ring gear, ready for her match against Molly Holly. She was just ready to get the match over with and head back to the hotel for a goodnight's rest. She'd had the longest day. She was tired of people. She was tired of the storylines. She might have even gone as far as to say she was tired of the WWE.

She had to put up with one of the most obnoxious bosses in the world. Believe it or not, the real Eric Bischoff wasn't much too different from the character on television. There were also the stupid storylines she was forced to put up with. Being forced to sleep with Kane, being impregnated, and losing the baby? This company sure was desperate for ratings.

The redhead hustled down the hallway as she thought of all the things that bothered about the company. She was tired of being viewed as some dumb sex toy, just there for the guys' pleasure. If it wasn't obvious before that she was just there for her looks and getting male viewers interested, it definitely was when the writers put that little 'Kiss of Death' segment in.

All the hours she spent touring, signing autographs, meeting people, going to this charity event and that fundraiser, it was all exhausting. She was tired of it. None of this was as exciting as it used to be. She wasn't sure why everything was so bad all of sudden. It was the way it first was when she started wrestling for the WWE. Nothing major had changed, except for the roster split.

It seemed like all she could think about was the fact that she was tired of living this lie her life had turned into. No one loved Amy Dumas. Everyone loved Lita. Lita, the sexy, extreme, daredevil redhead. That wasn't what Amy Dumas was all about. She wasn't just a face and body. But all of this had depressed her so much, she wasn't sure who the real Amy was. She'd been upset for so long, she barely socialized. And when people would try to talk to her, she found herself pushing them away. She just lived day by day, doing her job, being Lita on the outside for her fans, and suffering on the inside.

But sometimes Amy had to wonder. Were all of those things that bad? Or was it because of that something she was missing in her life. For a while now, she'd realized that there was something missing in her life, something that would make her happier than she'd felt in a long time. It made everything seem ten times worse than it was. She just couldn't figure out what it was. But she knew she was lucky to have, everything she had, it was just so hard to appreciate it at the moment.

"So, did you get some last night?" A laugh came in response to the question.

"Oh, you bet I did. I'm telling' ya, she just couldn't keep her hands off of me." Both men laughed hysterically at that comment.

Amy couldn't believe it. As though her day couldn't get any worse, she'd run into the two biggest egotistical jackasses of the locker room . She scoffed in response to what she just heard, as she approached the scene in front of her.

"You know what? You're so full of yourself." The smaller redhead could not keep the look of utter disgust off of her face as she stared at the man who'd made the derogatory comment.

"Oh come on Ames. There's nothing wrong with loving yourself. What's wrong, are we having a bad day?" Chris Irvine mocked the woman in front of him as his best friend, Jason Reso, snickered beside him.

"I feel sorry for all the women who make the mistake of even getting near you. You're such a cocky, self-centered son of a bitch." Amy felt the blood boiling inside of her. Just talking and looking at this man got her heated.

Chris looked at Jay, with a huge smirk plastered on his face, then back towards Amy. "I think someone's mad because she's not being added to my list of women."

Amy clenched her fist and jaw, knowing she needed to leave before she lost her temper. "You know Chris, the odds of that are as likely as the odds of Bischoff letting you have the title for all of that ass-kissin' you do." She felt a little bit of satisfaction as it was her turn to grin at the little, barely noticeable flinch he gave.

The blonde Canadian retained his composure, stepping closer until there were mere centimeters separating them. "Well babe, when I have the title, I'll give you a call and you'll be doin' the ass-kissin', if you get the picture." Chris puckered his lips at the redheaded diva in front of him.

Amy felt the nausea rising as she shoved past the man, storming off from the fading laughter of Jason Reso. She couldn't stand man! He made her sick beyond reason. She couldn't believe one person could make her so infuriated. She had a match to get to anyways, she didn't have time to worry about him.

"She's such a bitch. Maybe that's why she has no friends." Jay commented after his bout of laughter.

Chris nodded absentmindedly as he continued to watch the woman walk down the hall. He and Amy sure had their differences. They never did get along. But at that moment he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her, but found himself forced to once she whipped around the corner. He looked back at his best friend.

"Uhm…yea…let's just go grab something to eat and head back to the hotel."