**WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON IN D.C.**

/MERCY POV/

You're chillin at home. You can't stop thinking about the other night in the hotel room with Shannon. Nothing happened but it was the most fun you'd had in a long time. And the most relaxed you'd felt since you and Chad started dating. Just as you're thinking about all this, you hear the doorbell ring. You go to answer it and there's a girl standing on the porch. She was about an inch taller than me. Blond hair, blue eyes. Skinny jeans, sweater shirt, and some snow boots (the fashionable kind).

Mercy: Yes, can I help you?

Girl: Hi, I'm Dylan. I was actually hoping you wouldn't be home. I only rang the doorbell to see if anyone would answer.

Mercy: What the hell? Who do you think you are coming here?

Dylan: I actually came to get some of Chad's stuff. You could be a little nicer to him considering…

Mercy: Considering…

Dylan: I mean, I know he did wrong, but at least he's letting you stay here.

Mercy: Letting me stay here? What the hell are you talking about?

Dylan: Well, this is HIS house. He said he was letting you stay here until you got on your feet and could get your own place. I told him what you said when I called that you said this was your house, but he said that you would say that because you were angry.

You start laughing hysterically.

Dylan: What's so funny?

Mercy: Wow. You actually believed him. You are so gullible.

Dylan: He said you would say that, too.

You start laughing harder.

Mercy: This is too funny. Ok, first of all, he could never afford this house. It'd would take him twenty years before he could get his hands on a $500,000 house like this.

Dylan: What are you talking about? Chad inherited this house from his grandfather.

You couldn't stop laughing at this point.

Mercy: His grandfather? Chad hasn't spoken to his family since he started dating me. They won't give him the time of day. So I highly doubt that a family he is removed from, will give him a house to live in. What other ridiculous things has he told you?

Dylan: They're all true. It's not like he couldn't afford it either with his 6-figure salary.

Mercy: 6-figures? Oh…my…god. Is that what he told you. Do you even know where he works.

Dylan: Yeah, he's a supervisor for a major company.

Mercy: He sure is. He's the store manager for Foot Locker.

You say as you continue to laugh so hard you almost pee yourself.

Dylan: Well, it's not like you could afford this house either. The only kind of people that can afford these houses, or even live here, are politicians…so something's got to give.

Mercy: Sweetie, I'm the one who makes 6-figures a year, not him. He's been feeding you a bunch of bullshit.

Dylan: Wait a minute…I thought I recognized you. My 10-year old brother watches wrestling all the time. Your Mercedes Bautista. He must've taken down all the wrestling pictures when I was here, I guess so I wouldn't put two and two together.

Mercy: Exactly. Now…you tell me whether Chad or me can afford this house?

Dylan: Look…I'm sorry. I had no idea. He told me you worked in a diner.

Mercy: I used to. Back before I started my wrestling career.

Dylan: Well, I better go.

Mercy: Bye. Oh, and tell Chad he can come get his stuff from the front lawn, if it's still there when he comes to get it.

Dylan walked away to her car and drove off. You couldn't believe what Chad has been doing. You go to the living room and sit on the couch. You decide to call Dave and tell him what happened.

/NORMAL POV/

/Meanwhile/

I'm just sitting in the living room thinking about my contract. It'll be up in a few weeks. Jeff, is out doing an episode of the Hardy Show. I told them I'd show up later. Just then, the phone rang.

Natie: Hello?

Man: Hey, baby girl, its Jeff Jarrett.

Natie: Hey, Jeff, how you been?

Jarrett: I've been good. How you been?

Natie: Good. What's up?

Jarrett: Well, I wanted to talk to you about something. It's about you coming to TNA.

Natie: Really? You want me to go to TNA?

Jarrett: Yeah, you're a hot ticket. There's a special reason I want you to come to TNA though.

You both continue talking for about 30 minutes.

Natie: I'll definitely think about it. It sounds really cool.

Jarrett: Alright. I'll catch you later.

You hang up and start heading to Matt's house where they're shooting the Hardy Show.

Natie: Hey, Bullet, how's it going?

Bullet: Hey, Natie, we're just finishing up.

Natie: Cool beans.

They finish shooting and everyone goes inside Matt's house to chill. Everyone's there. Shane, Matt, Jeff, Shannon, and the Bullet.

Natie: Hey guys, I just got a call from Jeff Jarrett. As you know, my contract for WWE is up in a few weeks and Jarrett calling me was definitely out of the blue. As you probably figured out, he wants me to sign with TNA. The reason for it, I wanna keep it a surprise.

Matt: A surprise? So wait? Does tha mean you've already made your decision?

Natie: Well, in a way, yeah. I haven't officially told Jarrett yet. I just need to go to Vince and talk to him. I have a meeting with him on Tuesday anyway. That's when I have to make my decision on whether to sign back on or not.

Shane: Well, I'm totally supportive on whatever decision you make.

Shannon: Yeah, me, too. It sucks that you won't be around anymore for me to look after, but I know you can take care of yourself. I know you're making the right decision for you, just like when you left WCW to come to the WWE.

Matt: You know I'm always supportive, your like my little sister.

Bullet: This just makes for good TV. Rival companies. What more could a producer ask for.

I just laugh. Bullet always thinks about the Hardy Show. That's his baby. Although he would never admit it in that way.

Natie: Thanks you guys. I really appreciate it coming from y'all.

You look at Jeff who hasn't said a word this whole time.

Natie: Jeff, you're opinion means more than anyone. What do you think.

Jeff: I think you're grown and can do whatever you want. It's bad enough that we're on different brands/schedules, but now we're gonna be with two totally separate companies. I mean, come on.

Natie: That's not fair.

Jeff: What's not fair? The fact that you're deciding to leave.

Natie: No, that's not it. What's not fair is that you and Shannon didn't even consider my feelings when you decided to sign with TNA when you did. But Shannon's being supportive. You on the other hand are being selfish. I've done what I could in the WWE. TNA is giving me an opportunity here, to do something different, and your being an ass about it.

Jeff: Do whatever, it doesn't matter what I say, because you're gonna do it anyway.

Just then Jeff walks off. I didn't know what to think. Am I making the right decision? Should I leave the WWE for TNA? I just don't know what to do.

**TUESDAY NIGHT IN BOULDER, CO**

/Vince's office/

I'd already made my decision. Now I just had to tell the most powerful man in sports entertainment. I was waiting for him to show up. Just then, he walked in the door.

Vince: Hi, Natalie. Glad you could stop by. You know why we're here.

Natie: Yes, of course.

Vince: Now, before you tell me your decision, I just want you to know that whether you sign back on, or not, it's been a pleasure working with you. Your one of the greatest Divas I've ever signed to my company.

After him saying that made what I had to say a lot harder.

Natie: Wow, Vince, thanks. I really appreciate that. But I have in fact made my decision. I'm not gonna renew my contract. I feel like I've done everything I could here and move on to something else.

Vince: I completely understand. Just so you know, you always have a place here if you ever want to come back.

Natie: Thanks Vince, I appreciate it.

I get up from my chair and head to the locker room.

**THURSDAY IN NASHVILLE, TN**

I'm in the cab on my way to TNA headquarters. I can't believe I'm switching companies. This is so crazy. It's a good move though…even if Jeff isn't really on board with the idea of me leaving. I know he understands though. I arrive and TNA Headquartrs and head inside.

Secretary: Hello, how can I help you?

Natie: My name is Natalie Moore, I'm here to see Mr. Jarrett.

Secretary: Of course, he's expecting you. I'll let him know you're here.

She clicks the intercom.

Secretary: Mr. Jarrett, Ms. Natalie Moore is here.

Jarrett: Ok, send her in.

Secretary: Go ahead on in.

I walk in and Jarrett gets up from his chair and walks over to give me a hug.

Jarrett: Hey, baby girl, how've you been?

Natie: Good, just been workin on the Hardy Show.

Jarrett: I heard about that. Had to catch a few episodes, now I'm hooked. Funny as hell.

Natie: Thanks, everyone back home will be happy to here it.

You and Jarrett both laugh.

Jarrett: Ok, so down to business. So, I assume you made your decision. I'm assuming that's why you're here.

Natie: I sure have. I decided to get on board here at TNA.

Jarrett: Good, I'm glad to here it. So here's he deal…

Jarrett and I continue talking about what he wants me to do. After about our 30 minute meeting, I sign the contract.

Jarrett: Ok, so this won't be official until your contract is completely up with WWE.

Natie: Cool beans.

Jarrett: So how about I take you out to lunch to celebrate. We could catch up on things. Talk about how you and Jeff are doing.

Natie: That'd be fine. Thanks.