He left me feeling dirty & gross. It happened months ago, I can't forget it. He left me emotionless, depressed, and lonely. I don't what to do anything anymore, I just want to hide underneath the covers and forget everything. Is that what I'm doing? No, instead I'm here at SmackDown.

"Tiffany, you know tonight is live right?" One of the backstage workers questioned.

"Yeah, why?" I shrugged, I didn't really talk much now or anything. Kelly, Layla, and Michelle all gave up on trying to get me to talk. I didn't need them anyways.

"Well, we have a new angle for you. You're going to be wrestling against Layla tonight, then this guy will come out and tell you that you're a disgrace to Divas and wrestling. You feud with him for the next few months, and he always interupts your matches and costs them for you."

"Who is he?" He? Could it be him? No, there is plenty of guys on this roster. No way, it's him.

"It's meant to be a surprise, or that's what I was told. Well you're on."

I'm Insatiable, I can't get enough!

I walked out the cheering fans, and had a smile on my face. The only type I had a smile on my face was when I needed one for TV, only because I was forced to smile.

The match went on for a few minutes, then I heard theme music. I didn't really recognise it, I could only hear the booing. I turned around and there he was. No, no, this couldn't be happening on live TV. I gulped and closed my eyes and re-opened them. He was still there. Shit! I'm not dreaming!

"Well, Tiffany, you're match is going... awful, right now. I just thought I would let you know, what I thought of it. You're outfit is..." I feel naked while he talked to me and looked me up and down. I wanted to run away, hide, lay down and die. "Is incredibly sexy... that is all." He laughed, then turned back around and walked away.

I felt a burning in my throat, it was him. How could this happen? Did he ask for this storyline? I can't do this storyline. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, I was trying to hold back the tears forming. I opened them, all eyes were on me, including Layla. What do I do? Continue with the match? Cry right here? I stepped out of the ring and grabbed a mic. "I forfeit." Forcing out the words. I set the mic down and run out here, and backstage.

I leaned against a brickwall and sit down on the floor, letting all the tears fall down. They burned, why was this happening to me?

"Um... hi..."

I looked up at the man stand before me, I gulped. "What do you want, Cody?" I wiped away all of my tears.

"I know we're not really friends... but something is wrong. Wanna tell me?"

"No, not really." I couldn't tell anybody, it's to embarrassing to tell. It would just show that I'm weak, blonde, little, bimbo.

"Why not?"

"Can you just leave me the fuck alone?" He was making me grow angry and agitated.

"Sorry for wasting your time then." He shrugged and walked away.

I was slightly wishing he wouldn't have taken no for answer, so I could tell him what happened. I saw something, out of the corner of my eye. I looked over, there he was. Smiling and grinning, laughing at me even. He waved, before walking away. I hate him, I wish we didn't humiloate me on live TV, I wish we weren't on the same brands, I wish he would get fired, I wish he didn't live in the same country, I wish he was never born. I wish I was never born.