The next day, Goldust got out of bed and got dressed. He got dressed in his typical gold and black jumpsuit, but he threw on a Motley Crue Girls, Girls, Girls shirt that he found, amongst his ex's boxes of left behind Motley Crue merchandise. He put on that long platinum blonde wig and applied his face paint. He felt like he was ready to take on the day. He felt like he was ready to track Motley Crue down, and get to know them on a personal level.

Goldust already felt like he was personal friends with Vince, due to all the info and articles he stayed up and read last night. He knew that he needed to really meet this man, and he knew the time was now or never. Goldust felt like he had nothing to lose, and perhaps he didn't.

As Goldust made his way downstairs, he heard the doorbell ring. He scoffed, wondering who it could be. Did that person not know that he was on his way to search down Motley Crue? Goldust opened the door with crossed arms.

It was his ex, standing with another box and wearing an outfit similar to his. A Motley Crue shirt and spandex leggings. Hell, it seemed like spandex leggings, Motley Crue and wrestling shirts were the only things she wore ever. Goldust rolled his eyes and wished for her to go away.

"Girl, don't go away mad. Girl, just go away." Goldust sighed. "Oh, quoting Crue now, aren't we." She nodded. "What do you want?" Goldust scoffed. "I need to leave this here. Dean isn't happy with it." "What is it?" "It's a whole bunch of Motley Crue related magazines and movies and such."

Goldust raised an eyebrow. "Motley Crue stuff, huh?" "Yeah, Motley Crue stuff." She nodded, unsure of what else to explain the contents of the box as. "Any have good articles on Vince?" "Yeah, some do…one magazine I think is just about Vince." "That's good, very good." "I'm a Nikki girl, so I guess so?" His ex stood, confused. She wasn't sure why exactly Goldust was so into Motley Crue so suddenly.

After their break up, she was honestly surprised that Goldust snooped around in her hoards of Motley Crue related merchandise. She assumed that Goldust would want nothing to do with her or anything of hers-she expected to find her stuff being sold at a garage sale or on eBay or something. She had to know the reason why Goldust had become an overnight Cruehead…and she had to ask herself why she was dumping all her stuff at his house… perhaps she still wanted an excuse to see him.

"So, you like Motley Crue now, huh?" She asked, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. You were right, this band is amazing. Too Fast is an amazing debut album! OH MY GOODNESS, I LOVE THEM!" "Don't turn into a fan girl on me now!" His ex laughed. "I just can't help it. I have to meet them. Have you ever met them? What is Vince like in person?" "Uh, I never met them, and I don't know what Vince is like in person."

Goldust looked disappointed. "Oh."

His ex looked up. "Well, they are doing an autograph session at that record store down town. You know that one near the cupcake place and that bar." "When?" Goldust's blue eyes were huge. "Today. Noon til 4." "Are you going?" "No, Dean and I are heading to Cincinnati."

"You must really love him. Huh?" Goldust's voice showed hints of sadness. He studied his ex intently. He wished he could find a way to bring her back to him… show her that Dean Ambrose wasn't right for such a star. No, he mustn't think that. No, he must move on, and focus on Vince.

"I do, I really do." "Well, I hope he treats you well. Now, if you would please leave. I have to go find Motley Crue." And with that, Goldust took the box from his ex, and shoved her out of his house.

"Girl, don't go away mad… just go away." He sighed.

"No, I'm not gonna let her get to me. Vince wouldn't want someone with so much baggage. Plus, fuck her. I don't need her. There was a reason why Tommy left Pam, and if Tommy can deal with the loss of his blonde hottie, so can I." Goldust put on a smile and headed out to that record store.