-1"Hey!" I heard from behind me. "Who are you?"

I turned around to see a big guy walking towards me. "Dude! You look like a big teddy bear! Makes me wanna hug you." I said as I waited for him to approach me. It was true, he looked like a muscle bear.

You were able to tell he didn't know how to react to what I just said. " What are you doing back here?"

"I am here for the try-outs." I replied straight forward. I was going to say something smart back but I bit my tongue.

"You're name Miss?" He held up the clip board he had in hand.

"Uh, Abigail." I replied foolishly. I didn't give him a last name because I didn't really want to.

"Just Abigail?" He asked as he looked at the list.

"Yes." I dug beneath my shirt." I have a backstage pass." I took the pass out and let it hang from my neck.

"Abigail M." He said as he read the name on my pass. "Well, you can continue. I just had to check."

"No problem dude." And I turned around and continued to walk the halls of TNA. A totally different atmosphere. Seems laid-back and outgoing. Not the same to what I grew to know. If anybody knew I was here, boy oh boy.

"A.M!" I literally froze in my footsteps as I heard that voice. You know, I actually thought I could do this without seeing this dufus. "What in the hell are you doing here?!"

I turned around and saw Kurt Angle. "Hey! I didn't know you were here." I tried to say all innocent.

" Abby!" He said as he came closer and hugged me.

"You know, keep low on the whole Abigail thing. A.M is good, keep it up." I did a big cheesy smile.

"Don't try to fool people, they know who you are." He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me in close to him. "It's been the talk since Jarrett let it out."
"Great." I looked at him with disappointment.

"So what did your egotistical dad do this time to piss you off."

"What makes you think that?" I said as we started to walk.

"I know that you do stuff to piss him off if has pissed you off. And he must have really pissed you off to bring you here."

I looked at some people that were staring at us, more so me. "Just everything. He wont let me wrestle, EVEN though he knows I know." I looked at him. "You know."

Angle chuckles. "God! I missed you Abby." He pulled my head in for another hug.

"He said he wanted me too stay in the shadows. Continue doing creative writing with Steph, make-up, hair, sewing, you know, the stuff I was always doing when I am interested. You know I didn't train with all those people, including you, "I pointed at him, "for nothing. I even did some with Bret Hart without my dad knowing. The Dungeon." I did a big sigh. "He is just pissing me off right now. And he wonders why all these years I didn't hang out that much with you guys. A lot of people would kill to travel with us and all you want to do is stay here and work at that place" I quoted back to an argument we had when he tried to get me to go on a tour with him.
He laughed again. "Well I don't know if this will be for you." He looked down at me.
I looked up at him. "Why?"

"You know that all we have right now is Gail Kim and soon to be Jackie. Miss Jackie is on leave and well, until they have more women they are only looking for valets. Kind of like Ms. Traci, So Cal Val, Christy. Eye candy."

I stopped and looked at him with the "are you serious" look. He took his arm away from my neck. "And well, Abby, you are not that type of girl. Your school record would agree with me and some other stuff." He smirked. "You are a rebel, not a girly girly."

I looked at two people walking by us. Christopher Daniels and some girl he was talking with. "Thanks." I said as I started to walk again.

"You know what I mean." He said as we came up to the sheet that listed the try-outs.

I snapped out of my daze as I was holding the chip in the dip. "Did you hear what I said?" I looked to my left to see my sister, Stephanie.

"Ya, I think that chip has too much dip now." Carlito nudged me on my right.
Stephanie smiled. "You were day dreaming for awhile Abby. I was talking away to you before I noticed you were out of it."

I took a bite of the soaked dip chip. "Flashbacks." I smiled big where you can see my teeth. "Ewe, advice, don't leave your chip in the dip too long."

Stephanie and Carlito laughed. "Try an apple, it will help." He held out an apple to me.

"So old." I shook my head and laughed as he looked at me with his funny frown.
"Well, as I was saying when you weren't listening, Shane is with a new girl, you are to do a try-out with her and later we are going to do her page for the website." She reinformed me.

"Well, if she is already hired why am I doin' a try-out with her?" I said as we started to walk away.

"Just to see what she can do and willing to do. You know, the usual. We are bringing her in to be with Jeff and Matt." She said as she took a drink of her water.

"So the Hardyz are going to re-unit for sure. No more matches here, matches there." I looked at her since the creative team decided to have them stay as singles.

"No." She looked at me and put her arm through mine. "I am so glad you have decided to get more involved."

For years I have stayed in the wind. I did some training here and there, I was able to wrestle but my parents didn't want me too. So, I picked up more training, martial arts, kung-fu, self-defence. You know, anything that can hurt people. I also worked in different places, unlike my siblings who didn't have to work even if they wanted to. I worked in small places like, local diners, convenient stores, grocery stores, laundry mat, book stores, even some DJ gigs. I did almost everything there was to do. Too be honest, I wanted nothing to do with WWE. I'd rather just watch it. But I guess I couldn't ignore the fact that it is part of my life.

"By the way, she is a Hardy herself, she is their younger sister." Stephanie announced as we got closer the curtains.

"Fun." I said as we started to walk up the stairs.

I am a huge fan of the Hardyz, but like I said, I never really hung out backstage. When I did, I was helping out where I can, too busy to interact. Only the lucky ones were able to. I chuckled to myself.

"What?" Stephanie asked.

"Oh." I looked at her. "Nothing."