Tiffany stared at her phone for five minutes; her husband hasn't called to wish her good luck in her match, which started in a few minutes. The other member of the Blonderage walked in.

"Hey, are you ready?" Kelly asked as she walked over to the mirror to fix her hair, "Our match is like…now."

"I guess," Tiffany gave her friend a small smile, "Let's go kick Lay-Cool's butt."

"That's my girl!" Kelly laughed and linked arms with Tiffany as they walked to towards where they were supposed to come out.

Tiffany and Kelly waited until they heard the sound of Kelly's song burst through the arena, and they smiled and walked out together.

Lay-Cool held their nose and pointed at Kelly, repeating the words Smelly Kelly. Tiffany rolled her eyes, it was all fake, though. Her, Kelly, Layla and Michelle were actually real close friends.

Let's get this match over with, I need to see what's up with Drew… Tiffany bit her lip and waited to be tagged in.

Backstage: Michelle smiled at Tiffany, "You did great out there, but is something wrong? I could tell you were distracted," she gave her friend a concerned look.

"Yeah, well…no, actually, it's just, Drew usually calls me to wish me luck, but he hasn't called today…and I haven't seen him all week, I'm kind of worried…" She looked up at her blonde friend.

"He's probably just busy with the whole 'Matt Hardy kicked my ass last week' thing," Michelle responded, trying to cheer Tiffany up.

"Maybe," Tiffany gave Michelle a small smile, but she knew that wasn't it…this isn't the first time Drew did something like this.

Michelle gave her an encouraging smile, "Tell me if you hear from him, okay?" She gave Tiffany a big hug and began walking towards her locker room when she heard, "Dashing Cody Rhodes," being said over and over again.

"What the hell?" Michelle looked at the TV and say Cody Rhodes, looking as dashing as ever, walking around the ring talking into the microphone about how handsome he is. Michelle found herself staring at the TV for a while when her Lay-Cool partner, Layla, walked up to her.

"Chelle…are you alright?" Layla asked her dazed off friend.

"Of course I am, Lay, I was just…" Michelle glanced back at the TV, "Nevermind, c'mon let's go make Kaval look flawless!"

Layla laughed and smiles, "Let's do it!" But, something Michelle didn't know was, Layla secretly had a huge crush on their NXT Rookie, she couldn't tell Michelle, because she thought she would be upset with her and split up "Lay-Cool."

Later that evening, Maryse found herself sitting on the couch waiting for her so called boyfriend, The Miz, to get ready for their date.

"Mike…are you ready, yet?" Maryse glanced at the clock, "We're going to miss our reservation!"

"Looking good takes time, Maryse!" Mike yelled from upstairs.

Maryse sighed and looked around Mike's house, she looked at all the pictures of Mike drunk with other women. Maryse never understood why he would put those up, but she really doesn't understand her boyfriend sometimes…like last night, she asked him to come over, but he said he was visiting his mom. The thing was…his mom is in Los Angeles for the week.

"Babe, does this look good," Mike said, as he posed at the top of the stairs.

Maryse gave him a smile, "Yes, baby, you look handsome. Now can we please go?"

Mike sighed in frustration, "God, Maryse, I can't make you happy, can I?"

Maryse's mouth opened slightly, "W-What?"

Mike glared at her, "Everytime we hang out or something you always have to complain about something!"

"I complain because you take at least 4 hours to get ready when I tell you that you look perfectly fine!" Maryse yelled back at him.

"You know what, just leave, Maryse! I can't take your shit, right now!" Mike stormed over to his front door and opened it and waited for her to walk out.

Maryse felt hurt, "But…what abou—"

"Leave!" Mike yelled.

"Fine!" Maryse got up off the couch, and quickly walked out as Mike slammed the door behind her, "Asshole!" Maryse ran to her car and sat in there for a while.

She tried not to let the tears that were forming in her eyes, run down her face. She pulled out her cell that was in her purse and called her best friend, Ted Dibiase.

"Hello?" she heard a tired Ted answer.

"Hey…" Maryse bit her lip so she wouldn't sound upset, "Are you at home?"

"Yeah, is everything okay?" she heard Ted getting up.

"Ye—No…not at all," Maryse let the tears out, "Can I come over?"

"Of course you can! And please don't cry…I'll give you the best 'Ted Hug' ever," Ted laughed.

Maryse laughed a little, "Thanks, Ted…"

Candice woke up to the sound of her husband slamming things into a suitcase, "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Leaving you," Ken said, with an angry tone in his voice, "You and your stupid, fucked up life!"

Candice got up out of bed, "What the hell are you talking about?" She was so confused.

"I'm done with you, and guess what? I've been cheating on you for about a year now, bitch!" Ken laughed and brought his luggage downstairs.

Candice just stood there, she didn't know whether to cry or go down there and slap him in the face. She heard the front door slam shut. She burst into tears and fell on her bed, crying. She didn't cry very long, because she heard the front door open.

"Candi?" she heard her best friend's voice say.

Shit, it's Randy! Candice quickly wiped her tears, "Be there in a second!" She ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Randy didn't want to wait, he saw Ken carrying luggage out and drive off. He began walking up the stairs. He saw that her pillow was covered with tears and mascara.

"Candi…?" he looked around for his best friend.

She quickly walked out, "Hey!" she ran and hugged him, "How are you?"

Randy looked at her, "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Candice said, turning her back to Randy so she wouldn't start crying.

Randy made her look at him, "I mean with Ken."

Candice burst into tears and hugged him, "He left me…I don't know what I did!"

Randy hugged her tight, that son of a bitch.., "Candi…I'm so..sorry."