A/N: I own nothing except my OC, Peyton. Everything else is property of WWE/TNA/etc. This is my first multi-chapter. It's rated M for language and because it will get smutty. Please, read and review. Huge thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far on my other fics. You all are phenomenal!

Peyton Drezdin sat in the rental car, drumming her nails on the steering wheel trying to calm her shaky nerves. Shaking her head, she sighed. "Helluva time to decide to quit smoking, dumbass." Glancing at her watch, she checked the time once more before opening the door and standing, stretching her limbs and wincing when her back and shoulder popped. She grabbed her bags from the backseat, took a deep shaking breath, slid the dark sunglasses over her bright green eyes and started toward the entrance, the hood on her jacket pulled over her head concealing her black hair.

"Girl! I cannot believe you are back! Don't even act like you can hide under that hoodie!" Peyton froze, a smile creeping across her face. "Hey Nik. Nice tits." Nikki Bella jumped up, legs wrapped around the taller woman's waist planting a loud, over-exaggerated kiss on her cheek. "I know right. I love them!" She hopped down, grabbing Peyton's arm, "C'mon, let me show you off. I guess you decided to quit slumming it and come back home?"

"Eh, they couldn't afford me anymore. Ya know how it goes."

Nikki nodded, "I've heard rumors of how things have gotten there. Sooooo, enough about that. I heard Poison is hopping the guardrail and taking out me, Brie, Aksana and Alicia."

"Yep. I guess we should sit down and go over everything. Someone's getting to take Warning Label's tonight." Peyton said, referring to her in ring character's finisher, a super kick followed by a shooting star press.

"I totally will, but honestly, Aksana is kind of a huge fan…we're talking borderline fangirl status here…she may want to."

Peyton shrugged, "Just point me in the direction I need to kick and I'm good."

"You nervous?"

"Honestly? Terrified. I haven't been able to eat all day. I feel like I'm either going to puke everywhere or piss myself."

"Classy, Peyton. Classy."

"It's not like I left here on the best of terms, and I'm not leaving TNA the best way either."

Nikki stopped outside the Diva's locker room and looked at the other woman, "Look, I don't know all the details about TNA, but as far as what happened here goes…water under the bridge. You're not that person anymore. You were a kid then, you went from the insanity of ECW to here…two completely different worlds. You're more equipped to handle it now. As far as TNA goes, that's a sinking ship, I hate it for the talent there, but you were right to get out when you did. And, more importantly than all that, you're coming back in Philly. This place fucking loves you. Pittsburgh hates you, but Philly LOVES you. The building is going to explode!"

The two women walked into the locker room as Nikki introduced the returning Diva around. Aksana eagerly agreed to take Peyton's finisher and promised to "sell it like a boss".

"I'm going to go walk around, calm my nerves…I'll see you ladies in the ring. Make me look good, ok?" She winked at the group of Diva's and headed to find a quiet space before she was escorted to her spot ringside. Peyton pulled her cell out of her hoodie and dialed, "Tell me I'm not making a huge mistake." She spoke as soon as the ringing stopped.

"You're making a huge mistake."

"SCOTTY!"

"They're all going to laugh at you, those that even remember who you are that is. Or worse, they are going to sit in silence and try to figure out who the fuck this broad is botching a lame ass super kick and doing a poor ass shooting star."

"Fuck you, Birdman."

"Eh, you know you miss me."

"I do. How's married life?" The conversation turned casual as the two chatted about life in general. Scott Levy was the one person she could count on to bring her back to earth. She'd debuted as his valet 15 years ago in ECW. Raven and Poison. They'd spent many years on the road together, she had him to credit for her entire career. Everything she knew was because of that man, good and bad. "I gotta go, they're yelling at me to go get to ringside. I'll talk to you later. Text me after the show." "Yep" was his only response as the two ended the call and Peyton followed the security guard around to her spot at ringside, her black hoodie pulled tight over her head.

Her ring gear tonight consisted of street clothes, black jeans with holes in the knees and a white wife-beater with a black raven emblazoned on the front, her shout out to her mentor, black combat boots laced halfway. She crouched down in her seat behind the guardrail at the announce table, trying not to draw any unwarranted attention her way and watched as the diva's made their way to the ring.

As soon as she saw all four women enter the ring after Brie and Nikki were declared the winners, she made her move, hopping over the guardrail and praying silently she wouldn't fall. Those Shield boys made it look so much easier than it is. Peyton slid into the ring, chair in hand and stood counting to herself, waiting for the other girls to notice her.

One, two, three, four. Brie turned and caught a kick to the gut before rolling to the outside, landing with a thud and selling it like she was dying.

Five, six. Alicia's turn. A chair shot to the back, she rolled out crawling backwards up the ramp, clutching at her back like she'd been snapped in half.

Seven, eight, nine. Nikki's turn. Peyton dropped the chair, kicked Nikki in the stomach and delivered a DDT, reminiscent of Raven. The crowd was on their feet, yelling. Aksana rushed at Peyton and caught the first part of her finisher, the super kick, square on the chin, flying back, landing perfect to take the the shooting star. Peyton climbed the ropes, ripped the hoodie off, arms stretched out to her sides as the building erupted.

True to her word, Aksana sold Warning Labels like a boss. Peyton stood over her body, mic in hand, and held her index finger to her lips, signaling for the fans to quieten down. "Iiiiii'm baaaaack." She said simply, dropping the mic on Aksana's prone body and exiting the ring, making her way up the ramp.

The security guard from earlier handed her cell phone to her once she crossed through the curtain, "Welcome back, Ms Peyton. Great showing."

She smiled, "Thanks." She swiped at her phone, and opened the text message from Scotty, ignoring a few others.

That was horrible. You should be ashamed of yourself.

She typed in her response, Love you too fuckface.

Moments later the four girls from the ring made their way to the back, "THAT WAS EPIC!" "I told you the crowd would love it! Now, let's get changed and celebrate!"