A/N: WOW, I guess I'm back huh? Well, I know that I have 3 stories that still need to be updated or deleted but I figured maybe if I start a new story, my muse would return full force and I can finally finish some other stories. This story actually came to me in the most random way. I wanted to at least get this first chapter out of the way and see how it is received. Hopefully, I haven't been completely forgotten, ha. As always, only the OC's belong to me.

I nod at Robert, the stage hand, as he hands me a piece of paper and quickly walks away. I look down at my hand and try to remember how in the hell I allowed Stephanie to talk me into coming back to working for this hell hole. I roll my eyes as I contemplate throwing the paper on the ground and running while I still can. My name is Adrianna Torres and after taking an almost two year hiatus, I am back working the Public Relations department for the WWE. In short, I get to play babysitter to all these grown ass men who still find farts and wedgies funny. I first got the job right after college and was thrilled to be traveling the world, working for a company that I have been a fan of since birth.

The novelty wore off pretty quickly and slowly but surely I was beginning to resent my job. The traveling was hell, the wrestlers were bitchy and I was starting to seriously consider committing myself into a psych ward after having to look after The Great Khali for two months. My job wasn't all bad. I had managed to make quite a few friends and even fell in love a time or two. The love part was the main reason why I quit. I had some how found myself in a triangle that made any storyline Vince came up seem like a segment on Sesame Street.

Instead of dealing with the turmoil that was my life, I took the chicken shit approach and ran fast and far. I handed in my two weeks notice and spent the first 6 months traveling the world, seeing all the sights that I wasn't able to visit from hotel rooms and bus tours. I changed my cell phone number and even moved from my apartment in Tampa to….well, a condo in Tampa but no one knew where I was.

When I made it back home, I finally broke down and called Stephanie. Stephanie had been the woman that hired me and even though she was my boss, we quickly became friends. Her husband Paul always used to joke that if Steph ever left him, he was coming after me. I finally started to make my way back into the WWE social circle, although I made sure to be very careful not to surround myself with the two men that had at one time been the most important things in my life.

Stephanie came to my house about a month ago and offered me my job back. I was never big on spending a whole lot of money so I had been able to save the first few years at my job. However, that money was on the verge of running out and I really need to start looking for a job. After much pleading from Stephanie, Paul, Melina, John and one interesting call from Vince McMahon himself, I found myself back at work. My job had changed a little bit since my last time being here. Instead of taking care of a group of wrestlers at one time, I now only had to be the assistant to one wrestler for a period of six months and then it would rotate.

I sat down on a crate and finally opened up the letter in my hands. I scanned over the name and shut my eyes. I put the paper down, walked away and picked it back up. This better be a fucking joke.

"This better be a fucking joke." I exclaimed to Stephanie as I flew through her makeshift office. Stephanie looked up at me from the laptop and I saw the humor laced in her eyes.

"I tried to get you out of it, Adrianna, I really did, but Daddy insisted that you be the one to help him."

"What the hell for?"

"You know the ins and outs of this business better than any other PA and let's be honest, you know him better than anyone else."

"Knew him. I don't shit about that man anymore. This was exactly the reason why I didn't come back."

"You knew that you were going to after see him sooner or later, Ad."

"I was banking on later, a lot fucking later. This is why I asked to be sent to Smackdown. Why I couldn't work for Mark or something?"

"Mark is injured plus we need you on Raw. Plus I figured you didn't want to be near Matt."

"Fuck Matt too."

"So I guess she knows?" I look up at Paul and give him the finger. He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before going around the desk to Stephanie. Sometimes the two of them are so cute they make me want to vomit. Now would be one of those times. I clear my throat to let the lovebirds know that I'm still in the fucking room. This is why they have 3 kids now.

"I don't have a choice in this do I?" Stephanie smiled and shook her head.

"Not really." I do the math to figure out when my first paycheck will be due because I'm sure I'm not going to make it very long the second time around. Did I mention that I hate this hellhole? I feel a sinister smile hit my face.

"Shit, I know that look. What are you up to?" I shake my head as I stand up and walked towards the door. I guess I better get this shit over with.

I stalk down the corridor in my fabulous new pair of Prada shoes. Maybe I wouldn't have to come back to work even I didn't have such a sick addiction to shoes. I let my wander to what wearing a pair of PayLess Shoes might feel like. I shudder at the thought and keep walking. I bang on the Men's Locker room door and place a hand on my hip. I am going to make damn sure this motherfucker knows I don't want to be here.

The door opens and I'm engulfed in a hug by Adam, one of my favorite people in the world. I smile at Chris and take stock as to who is in the room. My eyes finally reach the couch and I take a deep breath. Before I can open my mouth, the motherfucker beats me to the punch.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm your fucking PA asshole, so deal with it."

"Fuck this. Your ass was supposed to be gone and you weren't supposed to ever come the fuck back." I roll my eyes.

"Oh boo hoo, you big bitch baby. I don't like this anymore than you do, but I'm here and I need to get paid so fucking deal with it." My patience is running thin and I seriously consider picking up on of those metal chairs and aiming it directly in that big ass head of his. I glance over when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I smile at John and he kisses me on the cheek. He puts his other hand up.

"Ok, obviously this isn't the ideal situation for either one of you, but don't you think the two of you can at least try to be civil to one another." We both seem to think about it and I finally plop down on the chair behind me, from exhaustion more than anything. I've only been back for two hours and I'm ready to commit murder.

"Fine, John, I'll try but only for you." I close my eyes and lean back. I can feel everyone staring at the two of us waiting for the next bomb to be dropped. They don't have to wait long.

"How's your junkie boyfriend? Is he still putting his hands on you?" I open my eyes and glare with a smile on face.

"I don't know. How's your cunt of a wife? Is she still fucking all your neighbors and friends?"

Welcome back to the WWE. Adrianna Torres vs. Randy Orton. Round Two is getting ready to begin.