Standing on the black carpet of the American Reality Television Awards, Saraya was taken aback at the amount of cameras snapping quick photos of her. It was something she had never really gotten over. Being under such a tight lens, not that she had cared much anyway. The older she got, the more she realized it only mattered what the people she loved thought.

As she turned, she bumped into another body. Something familiar, against her.

"Oh I'm...sorry." Her words fell out in a laugh, suddenly stopping all together as she looked at the woman in front of her. One of her old WWE girls.