/Memo/ I do not own anyone in WWE or TNA. I only own Kimberly Khan.

"Look you guy's I'm so sorry for dropping this on you without any kind of notice but I really think I'm doing what is best for me".

I felt so helpless as I continued defending myself against an entire roster of angry wrestlers. We were all gathered out in the hall. I had just told them about my decision to switch from WWE to TNA.

"I understand why some of you are angry-"

"Some of us?" Melina, my best friend, questioned me. "You are abandoning us for our rival company, we are all angry and disappointed in you." She stated as she began examining her nails.

"I know that and I know that I seem like the worse person in the world right now...but if you just saw things from my point of view-"

"We would be able to see what a lying backstabber you are" Maryse said before rolling her eye's and walking back to her locker-room.

"I've been with WWE for as long as I can remember." I paused praying someone would understand my decisions or at least give me the chance to explain them. "I just need to break out and explore my other opportunities."

"Do you honestly expect us to just forgive you when you are leaving all of us in a moments notice?" Jeff asked.

"I'm so sorry...I hope that one day you will all be able to forgive me and accept my decision. It's been an honor working with all of you-"

At this point many turned their backs on me and entered their respective locker-rooms.

I just watched with tears in my eye's as they all left me. And then I realized, I wasn't the one who abandoned them, they were the ones who abandoned me.

/Shannon's P.O.V/

I watched as Kim pleaded her case with the other superstars.

I listened as she told us about her decision to switch from WWE, the company she has been with for a mere 2 years, to TNA a company that was just getting on it's feet.

For once in my life I felt an emotion I wasn't used to. Was it pity or was it guilt? Either way they were not feelings I expected to have towards Kimberly Khan.

Ever since Kim started in WWE we had never seen eye to eye. Any time we were around each other we went at it…and not in the good way

/Kimberly's WWE Debut/

"Hey man, you wanna do something' after the show?" Jeff asked me seeming more interested in his new script than me.

"Yea. I got nothing' better to do" I replied with a sigh. "New storyline?" I asked making small talk.

"Yeah. Something to do with a new diva" He said rolling his eye's and folding up the papers.

"New diva? I like the sound of that." I replied smirking to myself.

"Yea? Beth doesn't." He laughed as he saw my reaction.

"Trouble in paradise?" I asked already knowing the answer.

His smile disappeared. "Don't even get me started." He replied in a firm but joking voice. "Well I gotta go talk to Vince about this storyline. See ya later tonight." He said turning and walking in the opposite direction.

"Poor Jeff." I mumbled just as my phone began vibrating. I turned the corner and just as I pulled it out I was pulled to the ground.

"Aww. What the hell?" I questioned trying to get back to my feet. That's when I saw her.

Beautiful. The only word I could think to describe her.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to help me up." She yelled in an accent that screamed "New Jersey".

After that day Kim and I had continuously wasted hours bickering back and forth. Jeff and Matt swore we would get together sooner or later. They say I talk about her too much for me to truly despise her.

Ever since meeting her I had thought up a few more keen words to describe her. 'Bitch' being one of the few.

/Present Day/

"Shannon, hello! Anyone home?" I heard someone yelling in my face. I looked down into the rage filled eye's of Kimberly Khan. She continued yelling at me, her 'Jersey' accent as strong as ever.

"Ugh. Do we really have to do this right now?" I questioned leaning back against the wall behind me.

"Oh what? Did the 'Prince of Punk' suddenly go soft on me?" I resisted the urge to make a sex joke out of her statement.

"No, Kim." I stated walking towards my locker-room. I hid a small smile as I heard her behind me trying her best to keep up with me. I turned around just as she collided into my chest. "Look. I have better things to do then argue with you all day." I said as I extended my hand to help her up.

"Since when!" She asked as she took my hand and pulled me down to the ground next to her. Should've seen that one coming.

"Since your leaving" I said with a little bit too much venom in my voice then intended.

"So…are you mad that I'm leaving too?" She asked, seriously, looking into my eye's. I turned my head trying to avoid contact.

"No I just…I hope you are happy in TNA" I replied pulling myself up from the ground and entering my locker-room. I sat down on the couch. "3...2...1" I mumbled as my door was swung open.

After two years of continuous fights I knew Kim like the back of my hand.

"So that's it?" She questioned standing in front of me simultaneously blocking my view of the TV. "After everything we've been through, after all the fight's we've had all I get is a 'have a nice life'" She spat with her hands on her hips. God she looked gorgeous.

"I thought it was a nice, happy, ending." I replied moving my head so I could get a good view of the TV.

"So we're done? That's it? It's over?" She questioned sounding more hurt than angry.

"That's it. Kim you don't get it do you?" I stood face to face with her.

"Don't get what?" She turned her head away from me.

"You don't get that you are the one leaving. You are the one who is picking up everything and moving to a new company. I'm not leaving you. Melina isn't leaving you. Jeff isn't leaving you. You are leaving us." I said mentioning all of the people that she had grown close to…and myself.

She sighed. "Right….I have a plane to catch so if you don't mind." She went to the door but just as she opened it I slammed it closed placing my self in front of her.

"Kim, you don't understand that…that I need you" I said as I brought her lips to mine.

As I pulled away from her she brought her hand to my face. Forcefully.

"What the hell, Kim?" I questioned as my hand snapped back.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I guess it's just a reflex with you." She said as she came to examine my face. "I'm going to get some ice."

I watched as she walked out of the room. 'Who are you kidding, Shannon. You two have been enemies for years and you think that's all just going to change.?'

"Here." She came back in and handed me the ice. By this time I was seated on the couch. She sat next to me. "I really am sorry." She said as she gently placed the ice on my face.

After a few minutes she pulled it away. "Eww." She squeaked as she brought her hand up to the same spot.

"Oww. Bitch, stop poking it." I yelped causing her to quickly pull her hand away and place it in her lap.

"Look, I'm not trying to say that you brought this on yourself but you are the one who kissed me." She stated with a crooked smile.

"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking. I must've been blinded by that blonde hair you bleach every three weeks." I looked up to see her smile disappear.

She quickly stood up and handed me the ice. "Right. Well I have to go before I miss my plane" she said as she played with her hands.

"I didn't mean it like that." I said as I watched her grab her pocketbook from the inn table.

"No, it's totally fine." She said plastering a fake smile on her face. "The kiss was just a mistake." my heart slightly broke. "So I guess I'll see you around….or not. It really was great working with you…or not." She said with a half-hearted smile.

I returned it. "Yea. Well. Bye. I guess?"

"Yea. Bye" She said as she walked out of the door to begin her new career as a TNA Knockout.

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