I stood outside the hotel. The ink still wet, how I got into this mess I don't know.

I knew I wasn't a legend. No one respects a woman in this business, but hell, if I was invited to talk, then my name is still known. I will earn that respect. And this time I won't let my bad attitude get in the way.

Hell. Who am I kidding. I saw that Divas division. A walk in the park for me. Or have I lost it? That would be embarrassing – I leave, made a fool by stumbling out of clubs and 'losing my smile', hype a return….. then fall on my ass and lose.

That could happen. Shit. And there's me running my mouth about a return.

Or…. I get injured.

I just wanted someone to light a fire under me, tell me I did the right thing signing up again.

I grabbed a lighter out of my jean pocket, just about to put it to my cigarette. Yes smoking is a terrible habit, but it could be worse…..

"You know smoking's bad for you, right?"

I turned my head quickly, my cigarette flying. My eyes met with a familiar face in a business suit.

"awww cute hair cut Hunter, Stephanie finally have her way then?"

Triple H (Hunter, whatevs) let out a little laugh and put his hand through what looked like a buzz cut. Last time I saw him felt like years ago. Friends at one point? Just not now. The fact he was here, and in a suit, meant one thing to me:

"So, you moved over to the dark side?"

He let out a little forced laugh again." Oh, that British sense of humour."

"It's not British humour, Hunter, it's the truth."

"Some of us have kids now that need caring for and financial stability. And I'm guessing you don't have—"

" Oh, actually me and my hubby Seymour Butts are expecting, can't you tell?"

Hunter looked a little frustrated - "Stop with the jokes. Please."

That was the thing about Hunter, always bossing people around. No wonder he was now a suit guy - he demanded respect. And yes, I was being a little stand offish, but truthfully – I joked to cover my own insecurities. I had battled my own personal demons to get to this point again. Relationship troubles combined with near miss fatal injuries combined with panic attacks meant I needed to get away. People may have worried, but I wanted to try and face my demons head on. That, and I don't care enough to see shrinks.

"Let's take a walk Morgan."

I agreed a little reluctantly. I wasn't sure I was going to react well to 'heart to heart" stuff.

"You've been hard to get a hold of Morgs. Hell we even had to convince the press you weren't missing. "

"YES well I needed some alone time. Some detox and rehab. I don't feel so banged up now"

" Actually it looked like a lot of partying according to TMZ-"

I knew this would come up: " FOR THE LAST TIME I don't have any drugs. TMZ lies. It was a bad angle! You know what they're like!"

" do you talk so much?"

" Because you all love me."

I pouted a little, while Triple H shook his head a little. "Morgan, you're getting older. You need stability, a decent relationsip, a husband-"

"Whoa. Whoa WHOA!"

And yet another contributing factor to my breakdown and absence. Some nerve Hunter has for talking about my love life. YES I had one run in with a certain Randy Orton. Or…. More like run ins. That spread over 4 years. Orton started to become very unstable. It ended happily with my head being kicked in – the sweetheart. That incident didn't scare me, but left me not trusting men so much.

I shook my head a little. Orton was old news. He apologized after, but flowers die quickly. So I don't care anymore for love.

"you're not in contact with-?"

"Hell know. I learned the hard way. You should know, Hunter – business and pleasure don't mix. I couldn't care less about relationships right now."

"So are you immune to wrestler charms, or just can't be tamed?" Triple H smirked.

" hmmm... both."

I winked a little, as Hunter smiled and checked his watch.

"10:30….. you're leaving in 9 hours for the arena…."

"I am? I wanna hit the gym and stuff…."

"jeez, Morgan. No one's expecting you to wrestle. We'll have to get you to be cleared again"

"If I WANT to wrestle!"

"yes, if you want to. But we both know you'll be fighting the guys off to get in…"

"bitch please. One step atta time….."

I could tell he was dismissing everything I was saying. "I'll call William Regal, he'll look after you – so you Brits can stick together"

"Oh yay."

"Oh that reminds me…. He won't want a smoking Morgan Knight….."

Hunter smirked, and took the lighter out of my hand. "So as of now, you've quit!"

I was outraged, yet a little confused. he turned and walked back inside

"You're not the boss of me! I'll retire live on RAW - YOU KNOW I CAN'T BE TRUSTED!"

He kept walking, shouting back "You won't, Morgan, we both know it!"