I walked though the busy halls of the Verizon Wireless Arena. It was a busy night, considering that tonight was a Monday Night RAW night. Though never had I seen the halls this busy.

Tonight was the return of Bret "The Hitman" Hart. For the fans, it was just a night for everyone to see just how Bret is doing. For us, its practically a nightmare.

Everyone was trying to look their bests just for the Hitman. I saw The Miz gelling his hair for thr fifth time. Saw Shawn Michaels and Hunter in the corner, talking heatedly. Saw Sheamus polishing his WWE Champion belt.

'That belongs to Cena' I thought to myself, the inner fangirl coming out.

I bumped into Chris Jericho, one of my best friends at the WWE. I worked withhim over on SmackDown and we have become close ever since. He had a match tonight against DX so I knew I would see him here.

"Ohh, sorry Chris."

Chris gave me a 'what's wrong' look. "What's with you? Usually you seem very outgoing when we have a live show."

"Everyone is going crazy for Bret! I am going to go berserk." I said, pretending to pull my hair out.

Chris laughed and opened his arms, just begging for a hug. I smiled and took the offering.

"I come back for a night and you can't even say 'Hi' without something bothering you, huh?"

I giggled. He always knew when something was wrong with me. "How's the whole photography business going?"

I pulled back to see his face. "You know photography was never my first choice but it's going well! I almost got body-slammed trying to get a good headshot of Randy."

He burst into a fit of laughter as I made the face that I had before Orton clotheslined me in the ring a few days ago.

"I have to go, they are going to be looking for me later for the promo with Hart later tonight."

He kissed my forehead before he went to go catch up with Paul Wight Jr. better known as The Big Show. I continued to walk though the halls, coming up with the production manager, by the fireworks stand, getting my camera from him.

"Now, you make sure to get good shots tonight, especially of Bret. Got it?" he said, roughly.

I nodded and made my way down to the barrier, next to the announcer's table, where Justin Roberts was waiting, mike in hand. He was the Ring Announcer.

"Hey, J. What's up with you?" I asked as I sat next to him in the small box.

"Aren't you nervous?"

I gave him a 'Are you serious' look. "Really? It's just Bret Hart. It's not the President of the United States guest hosting RAW here, J."

"Are you serious? He hasn't been in the WWE since the accident and it's not like he is going to be on speaking terms with anyone."

I sighed. I didn't think anyone would be this worked up over a Hall Of Famer.

The lights dimmed and the voice that said 'Please No Video Cameras in the arena or you will be asked to leave' came on.

'Burn It to the Ground' played, the fireworks started and now the night began.