I absolutely hate Super Shows. Most people love them because it gives them the rare chance to hang out with their friends that they haven't seen since the last Pay Per View. For me, it is just another opportunity to run into more people that I can't stand. I sit down on a crate and try to steady my racing heart. Pat Patterson told me that Vince would see me later to discuss my meeting with Jeff. Typical Vince move: he forces me to do something he knows damn good and well I don't want to do and then makes me wait around for him.

I send Randy a text message letting him know that I'm back and if needs anything. Of course, he doesn't text me back. Fucker is so damn childish all the time. He is pissed off at me because I didn't tell him where I was going but I am also quite aware of the rumor mill between the two "rival" companies and I would bet my first born that he knows where I went.

I pull out my phone again to call Melina and see if she wants to go for a walk or something. It's times like this that I really regret giving up smoking. It's was the one vice other than sex that gave me any bit of pleasure. Before I can look in my contacts to find her name, I hear my name being called behind me. I groan loudly easily recognizing the southern drawl.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I look up to see none other than Matt Hardy standing in front of me. I must have an interesting look on my face between anger and stupidity because he continues to ramble without me even answering. "Jeff called me and told me that you upset him. Haven't you done enough damage?"

I mentally count backwards from 10 and briefly wonder if Paul would be terribly upset if I drop kick his wife off of a building for convincing me to come back. The drama in this company backstage doesn't have shit on their storylines. I couldn't make any of this up if I tried.

Matt and I used to get along; well as much as two people can get along. I was friends with Amy and he was Jeff's brother so our paths regularly crossed. When Amy started sleeping with Adam, Matt went on a public warpath and expected everyone to take sides. Needless to say, he wasn't too thrilled when I didn't jump on the "Matt Hardy Will Never Die" bandwagon.

I understood his hurt but I didn't agree with his choices of publicly displaying people's private business all over the internet. Plus Amy was my friend and no matter how right or wrong she was, I believe in the solidarity of sisterhood. Especially since I don't have too many female friends to begin with.

"Are you even going to explain yourself?" I am really getting sick and tired of these Hardy men. I calmly stand up and cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm tired of repeating myself but I will say this one last time. It was not my idea to go and see Jeff. Vince sent me to talk to him because he wants Jeff to come back. I just did what my boss asked of me." I look out the corner of my eye and notice that there is a small crowd starting to form around us and I feel the headache start at the back of my eyes.

"The reason why Jeff won't come back is because of what you did to him." I laugh despite the seriousness of the argument.

"No the reason why Jeff won't come back is because he doesn't want to be drug tested and we all know that TNA doesn't have a drug policy which is why half the fuckin junkies of the industry end up going there when they don't want to go to rehab." I see his face start to turn red but I can't even be bothered to give a damn.

"Don't you dare call my brother a junkie, especially when you were the reason he was like that in the first place." I clap my hands sarcastically and raise an eyebrow.

"God, do you really believe that bullshit? You know just as well as I do that Jeff's drug habit started loooong before I came in to the picture so stop trying to fucking blame me for that. Here's a thought instead of trying to blame everyone else, why don't you try actually helping your fucking brother?"

"I tried to help him. I told him from the beginning that you were a no good tramp that would break his heart and he didn't listen to me. So imagine his surprise when you turned out to be the slut I always knew you would be. That's why you and Amy got along so well: you were both conniving little whores that couldn't keep your legs closed." I don't even register that I have slapped him until I see his head reach back and I feel the sting in my hand. I look behind him and see Randy standing there motionless. I shake my head, turn and run through the crowd heading for the exit.


I make my way back behind a production truck and drop down to my knees. I am not strong enough to continue to deal with this shit. I knew by coming back things were going to be hard, but I couldn't have predicted just exactly how bad things were going to get. I hear footsteps behind me but I don't dare to turn around.

"Are you okay?" I laugh through my tears but I don't turn around.

"Randy, please, just leave me alone. I can't fight with you, not anymore." I smell his cologne, letting me know that he has not listened to me. I stand up and turn to face him.

"I'm fucking exhausted. This job is exhausting, Jeff is exhausting and you…you may be the most exhausting of them all. I just don't think I can do it anymore. I'm tired Randy, I am so fucking tired." I feel my body start to shake uncontrollably and Randy quickly gathers me into his arms. I keep apologizing over and over again as he tries his best to soothe me. When I finally get myself together, I pull back and that's when I notice Randy's hand. I look up at him with wide-eyes.

"Please tell me you didn't." Randy shrugs as if it was no big deal to have the knuckles on his right hand be bleeding. I gently grab his hand and examine it for any broken bones.

"He deserved it."

"Randy, I'm supposed to be keeping you out of trouble, not helping you cause it." He places his good hand under my chin and forces me to look at him.

"Adrianna, you and I have hurled our share of insults at one another over the years but I will never stand back and watch someone disrespect you, no matter how angry with you I am." I nod quietly and sink back into his chest. I hear some clear their throat and we both jump to look at Paul.

"Vince wants to see both of you now." Well I guess I may be losing my job sooner than I thought.