HEY! Just an FYI. I DO NOT own anything to do with the WWE but i do own ELI. It's been a while, so please be gentle with me. :3 Skee (R&R Please!)

"Easy come, easy go, easy girls; rock n roll" At those last words, I stilled my body of its mindless shaking, sucked in a breath, and took my first steps towards superstardom.

Not moments later, the music continuing, I stopped. My breath was taken away by the site before me, the ring, my opponent, who just happened to be my best friend Kelly Kelly, but that's not what halted the steps I'd waited my entire life to take.

It was the thousands of people; the thousands of people, not to mention the millions watching live at home, staring at me, waiting to see what I'd do next.

The months of preparation I'd put into this moment didn't do shit for the actual thing. I felt a huge grin smear across my cheeks, my arms rising; fists in the air.

After another second, I lifted my feet, eager to start my first match as a WWE diva. I didn't run to the ring, wasting my energy before the match was a bad idea, especially since my opponent was Kelly.

She was a high energy, and super confident competitor, with the blonde hair and baby blue eyes of a Barbie doll; I was scared shitless.

I faintly heard the referee tap the 1, 2, 3; but that's understandable since Kelly had just slammed me with a Kelly Killer.

It's pretty much a back handspring to the chest followed by an elbow to the face; not fun. Frankly, I don't remember how I got to the locker room, but I ended up there somehow.

Kelly was sitting next to me, being best friend like. She was saying how great a fight I put up. But with my adrenaline rushing I doubted that. Probably all I did was run around the ring like a ten-year-old on crack, instead of remembering my decades of training.

Twenty years; since I was 6, I'd been training for this day, and I practically blew it.

I pressed the ice pack to my jaw, but my pride hurt more.

"Eli. Come ON. You did so well! Plus, you went up against the divas champ after all. That's almost as bad as what Johnny got for his debut match, remember?"

Oh yeah I did. My other best friend, one only a few months older to the business than me, was Johnny Curtis. He was the winner of NXT season 3 and on his debut match he had to go up against Mark Henry, aka the 'World's Strongest Man'.

I could only imagine how much ice he got after that one.

"Almost as bad?" Johnny piped up from the door way, his shoulders leaning against the frame. "I got it ten times worse! I had to go up against Mark-friggen-Henry!" He took a step forward, and then sat on the other side of me.

He was dressed in his spanks, ready for his match later that night. "Plus, you did great. I saw that smug smile on your face on the stage..." he nudged my shoulder with his.

"Ok, ok. Whatever, my face hurts so fucking bad!" I grumbled, glaring at Kelly.

"Sorry" she gave a weary smile then laughed. We sat there for a few more minutes while I nursed my bruised jaw. It would be fine. I hoped.

"Come on Kel; just leave it alone, ok?" I found myself asking again for the hundredth time in the past hour.

It had been over a year since that day, and frankly I would love a Kelly Killer right now if it meant I didn't have to hear Kelly bitch at me again.

"Eli, it's not healthy to hide from your problems." I knew that she was only trying to help, like always, but I really didn't want to think about anything other than what I was headed towards. "You're going to have to face this eventually."

I sighed and looked at my best friend; her baby blue eyes riddled with concern, her perfectly tanned face that was framed in waving falls of gold, said the same.

She was worried that I was in some sort of downward spiral, and in some way, I was. I raked my fingers through my own strawberry blond hair, most of my short hair flowed back with my hand.

I hated seeing people worry about me, especially Kelly. She'd been my best friend since the first day I came to work at the WWE, she even took me under her wing and helped me earn my first championship, but that was over two years ago.

I was pushing 26; it was time to grow up.

"Kel, I'll be fine. I always am. Quit worrying or you'll get wrinkles." I cracked an almost sincere smile, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

Her face said she was still concerned, but her words said she'd back off.

"Alright, just be careful. You can't run from this forever." She said, placing her hand on my arm. She had that kind of effect on people; no matter where, who, or how upset you were, she could always put you at ease with a simple, friendly touch.

I was almost envious.

I waited until she had rounded to corner of the hallway before I knocked on the room door. Not ten seconds passed until the door opened, revealing my flavor of the month.

When I'd said I was a sort of downward spiral, I was serious. For months I'd been doing this, what I liked to call, "room hopping" and for what? To fulfill some stupid emptiness that was lingering in my heart?

Hell yes.

When you're in the business of entertaining people, you make the "no strings attached" policy blatantly clear. Months ago, I'd made the mistake to attach some of my strings to a particular superstar.

I was secretly hoping, as I waited at the hotel door, that this man in front of me was him; but it wasn't.