A/N: Oh dear. Here we go again. I don't own anything/one besides Paige and the plot. Anything you recognize doesn't belong to me. All belongs to TNA.

Plot: Being the out-cast at work, she could live with. Being betrayed by your best friend wasn't what TNA Knockout, Paige McHale aka Blitz had had in mind. A year away from the squared circle, and Sting wants her back, as does the IMPACT! audience. Boy, are they in for a big surprise...

Whispering Uncertainties

Chapter One

She couldn't believe it.

Then again, she could considering that he was in Immortal. That title had gone to his head.

Jeff Hardy, her long-time best friend and confidante for fifteen years had betrayed her as she was about to perform a Shooting Star-press on Madison Rayne, or Ashley Simmons, for the Knockouts Championship title. The Anti-Christ of Professional Wrestling had come out to the ring on Eric Bischoff's order and yanked her leg out when she was standing on the turnbuckle, causing her to smash her face on the mat and breaking her nose, not to mention giving her a concussion. Paige McHale or Blitz to the TNA world, had been rushed out of the ring by paramedics on a stretcher with Jeff, Eric and the rest of Immortal laughing at her pain.

Paige hasn't been back in over a year, and it didn't bother her a damn bit. It was obvious that nobody wanted her back so she had given them satisfaction of quitting the company. She didn't even bother watching it anymore. Blitz was dead and nobody cared.

And quite frankly, neither did she.

The sweet, virginal-looking blonde had changed her appearance drastically within the year. Her hair was now raven black and she had many, many tattoos covering her body. Not to mention that she had many piercings in her ears and one in her septum. Paige had given up on wrestling altogether, but that didn't mean she quit working out. If anything, her body was more muscular than when she had been in TNA.

Now here she was in the basement of her house, kicking and knocking the shit out of her punching bag letting out all of her frustration. Suddenly, her doorbell rang. Paige paused and let out a curse. The raven haired woman stomped up the stairs to answer the door, wanting nothing more than to tell the person to take a running jump straight to Hell.

Until she actually opened her door to see Steve Borden standing on her stoop. Paige was surprised to say the least. "Stinger, what the hell are you doing here?" The six foot something Icon stared down at her with a small smile on his lips and his shades covering his eyes.

"Nice to see you, too, Blitz. You look nice."

Paige's eyes darkened. "Don't call me that." She grounded out. "My name is Paige."

Steve chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, Paige, okay." He let his hands drop. "I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, but I just needed to speak with you about something."

Paige raised a brow. "Talk to me about what? I'm surprised that you were allowed to leave, I'd figured that Immortal would've kept you on a leash."

Steve smiled. "Immortal doesn't run things anymore, Paige."

Paige blinked. "Uh...what? Then who does?" Steve's smile widened into a full blown grin. "No you don't."

"I sure do, kid. You're lookin' at the new head honcho in TNA. Dixie's back in charge, too."

Paige nodded. "Well good for you. Is that all you wanted to tell me, because that was a huge waste of money if that's all it was."

Steve chuckled. "Nah, there's something else that I wanted to tell you. Actually, I wanted to ask you something." Paige shrugged, giving him the go-ahead. "I want you to come back to TNA."

Paige shook her head furiously. "Nuh-uh. Nope. No way. No way in Hell, Steve. I ain't goin' back. It's nice that Dixie is back in control, but there's no way that I'm stepping foot inside that ring again. Besides, what do you care? I thought everyone was glad that I left?"

Steve raise a brow, clearly taken aback by her question. "You really think that, Paige? Have you been living under a rock for the past year?" Paige shrugged. Steve shifted on the porch. "Paige, fans have been asking the website for you to come back. It's like you disappeared off of the face of the Earth."

Paige snorted. "Bullshit, Steve. What happened to Immortal? I'm pretty sure those cocksuckers don't want me back."

Steve was getting a little annoyed at this point. "Paige Elizabeth McHale! Since when did you ever give a shit about Immortal? Is it the whole Jeff Hardy thing?" Paige looked away at the sound of her ex-best friend's name and ground her teeth together. Steve nodded. "I thought so. Honey, look, Jeff isn't even in Immortal anymore. He's returned as a face, he's the number one contender for the TNA World Heavyweight Championship and is now in a feud with Robert Roode who is the champ."

"What do you mean 'returned'?" Paige asked, completely ignoring everything else he just said. Steve sighed.

"Can I come inside and tell you?" Paige walked away from the door and Steve followed in, shutting it behind him. They sat down at the small kitchen table. "Alright. At Victory Road, Jeff was scheduled in a match against me. I knew something had been wrong when he walked out. Jeff had been so pilled up on some type of drug that the match was cut short on account of the fact that he was in no condition to wrestle. His house had been searched and sure enough, he had drugs stashed up the wazoo and was arrested. He had plead guilty to it and served ten days in jail and is now on probation." Paige soaked in all of this information. Jeff had really blown it. "He came back in November, gained back everyone's love and is now on his last shot.." He paused. "He's even asked about you."

Paige looked up at him. "What?"

"Jeff's asked me about you, Paige. He's told me that he feels so guilty about what he did and how he treated you when he was in Immortal and he wants to apologize to you." He paused. "Publicly in front of the TNA audience."

Paige scoffed. "Let him rot in his guilt, Steve. Jeffery Nero Hardy can go to hell for all I care."

Steve was completely unabashed. "He's already been there, Paige."

"Well he can go back." Paige shot. She stood up from her chair. "I don't give a flying fuck if he wants to apologize to me, Steve. That son of a bitch had the chance that night when he yanked my fucking leg off of the turnbuckle, almost fucking killing me!" She screamed. "He was my best friend for fifteen fucking years, and what does he do? Throw it all away because of some stupid fucking title that gave him a superiority complex, that's what! Fuck him, Steve; I'm done with TNA and I'm done with Jeff Hardy!" Paige turned and ran her hands through her hair. "Fuck," she grumbled.

Steve stared after her and sighed. "Paige." She turned to look at him again. "If you come back, I can promise you that I'll keep Jeff away from you. If you'll just come back, you have my word that he won't come near you to apologize."

Paige thought about this for a moment. If she did come back, she could unleash some major hell. Then again, there was a chance that she'd run into the younger Hardy and she really didn't want that. But Sting was a man of his word...

Paige took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll come back. But I swear, if he-"

"Paige, honey, he's..." Steve stood up and walked over to her, giving her a hug. "He's not gonna go near you, I promise. As long as you come back, I'm sure Jeff won't bother you." He withdrew from the embrace. "I'll talk to him and tell him to keep away, okay?"

Paige nodded. "Alright, Stinger. You've got a deal."

Steve clapped his hands together once. "Yes!" He did a silly, little dance that Paige couldn't help but chuckle at. "Blitz is comin' ba-ack, Blitz is comin' ba-ack." He sang.

Paige shook her head as he continued to dance. What a nut.

Impact Zone

Paige McHale made her way to Sting's office with her head down and her hood blocking her from anyone's view. The show started in about two hours, yet Steve wanted to speak with her about her comeback now. She kept her head down and her heart started to race when she heard footsteps coming her way. Just don't look up, Paige.

Her shoulder bumped with something pretty solid. In her peripheral vision, she could tell that it had been another shoulder. "Watch where you're goin'." Paige knew that New York accent anywhere. Mark LoMonaco aka Bully Ray.

Paige paused and Mark kept on walking. "Blow me, you fat fuck." She heard his footsteps stop and Paige began speed walking.

"Hey!"

Scratch that; running!

Paige hightailed it around the corner and burst into the closest door, slamming it shut behind her and locking it. She thought she had ran into an empty room, but the man who was currently occupying the room looked up with a quirk eyebrow over a shaded eye. "Paige?"

"Sting!" Paige whispered heatedly. She jumped when a mighty pounding started on the door, followed by some not-so-nice words. "Hide me!"

Steve Borden chuckled. "You and Mr. Bully Ray never really did get along." He scooted back. "Get under here, hurry!" Paige did as she was told and scrambled under Sting's desk.

"Sting, open your door!" Mark shouted from the outside. "Some unidentified bitch ran in there!" Paige sneered at the rude name, but then again, she's heard worse.

Sting stood up on his powerful legs and pushed his chair in under the desk. "Alright alright, I'm comin'! Sheesh..." Paige wasn't the smallest of people being as tall as she was, but she fit pretty well under Sting's desk. She heard the door open.

"Where is she?" Mark demanded.

"Where's who?" Sting asked innocently.

"Don't toy with me, Sting!" Mark said, getting louder than necessary. "I saw her run in here after she told me to blow her!"

Paige grinned stupidly, sticking her tongue between her teeth and scrunching up her nose.

"Uh, Mark?" She could hear Sting trying not to laugh. "I'm sure that whomever told you to blow her is now long gone, but I'll get security right on it, alright?"

Paige heard Mark growl and then, "Alright. But you better hope to God that security finds her before I do."

"Ta-ta, Marky-boy." Sting said, dismissing the threat. Footsteps were heard descending, and then the door closed with the lock clicking into place. There was silence for a moment and then Sting started laughing loudly. "Paige Elizabeth McHale!"

Paige came back out from under the desk with the grin still in place. "Uh-huh?" Sting was leaning back on the door, still laughing.

"Did you really tell Mark to blow you?" Paige gave him a bigger shit-eating grin. Sting let out another strong laugh. "Oh my god..."

A/N: Another plot bunny. These little bastards are going to be the death of me, I swear to god...anyway, this came into my head after I wrote my Jeff Hardy one-shot. Different OC name, but never the less, here we go again with other story. Oh boy.