Vanessa sat in her kitchen with a spoon in one hand and a tub of Ben and Jerry's in the other. Two days ago, she lost her best friend. Correction: two days ago her best friend decided to start acting like a pussy and not stand up for himself. Vanessa was hurt, angry and most of all she was confused. What was Lisa's problem with her? Vanessa could never recall do anything to her, if anything they were friends. Lisa was always apart of the group and Vanessa was the one that got Lisa and Dave together in the first place. Now Lisa decides that she can tell Dave that he can no longer be friends with Vanessa for whatever reason. Vanessa never thought Dave would listen, especially after all the problems they had with former ECW announcer Rebecca all those years ago. Vanessa let out a heavy sigh as she licked the spoon. If there was one thing Vanessa learned it was that she would always have to take a backseat whenever Dave found a new woman. Vanessa swore the gods were out to get her. In the past three months, she almost lost her marriage, lost her mother and now she lost her best friend. Vanessa was positive that everyone was out to get her. To top it off, she was only in her fourth month of pregnancy and her clothes were already starting to suffocate her. The night that John left she found herself standing naked in the mirror, looking at her body as if it had been a science experiment. She was becoming curvier in the hips and ass and her stomach seemed to take on the shape of a bowling ball. The only good thing about the pregnancy so far had been the amazing set of breasts she had received. Although she believed John appreciated them far more than she did.

The doorbell pulled Vanessa out of her thoughts. She rolled her eyes because the last thing she wanted to do was put her ice cream eating on hold for anything. She walked to the front door and was surprised to see the tear-streaked face of Trish staring back at her. Quickly, Vanessa ushered the blonde in the house and sat her down in the living room.

"Trisha, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm losing my husband. He just doesn't want to be near me and he keeps pushing me away and I don't know what to do anymore, Ness. I love him so much but I can't deal with this any longer. What is going on?"

Vanessa looked at Trish confused. She had no idea they were having any problems. Vanessa reached over and hugged Trish, stroking her hair and rocking her gently. Trish's tears seemed to come quicker and her breathing started to become shallow as if she was having trouble breathing.

"I can't lose him, Ness. He's all I have."

"What do you mean?"

"He's keeping something from Ness. I feel it. He doesn't kiss me the same, he barely looks at me and he won't even touch me. He avoids my phone calls and has been piling himself into appearances and signings and we both know how much he hates them. When he is home, he spends most of his time at the gym or out with the guys. Technically we are still married, but emotionally I have lost my husband and it hurts so much."

Vanessa shook her head as she tried to figure out what was going on. First Lisa, now Randy. What the hell was going on with everyone? Vanessa stood up and reached for the phone.

"What are you doing?" Trish asked as she wiped her eyes

"Figuring out what the hell is going on."

John walked through the hotel room whistling a tune from the radio. He was so excited and couldn't wait to share his happy news. After years, he was finally getting to work an angle one on one with his best friend, Randy. Vince thought that Randy was finally ready to hold the title again. He was sure that Randy had become more mature and was ready to have the responsibility that the title holds. John had asked if he could be the one to personally deliver the news to Randy and Vince had agreed. John was a little surprised when Randy didn't make their normal gym date this morning but he thought he may just be over tired. Luckily, the guys had always given another one a room key just in case they need a kick in the ass to get to the arena. John nodded towards a few superstars as he made his way on the elevator. Walking down the corridor towards Randy's room, he felt his phone go off. Looking down at the number, John smiled.

"How's my sexy mama doing?" He heard rustling in the background and the sound of someone crying.

"Your sexy mama is headed to the airport."

"Why? What's going now?"

"I need to talk to Lisa about this whole bullshit and Trish needs to see her husband. It's complicated but we are leaving in a half an hour. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Love you." Vanessa quickly hung up the phone leaving John confused. He swore he would never understand what goes on in his wife's head. Whatever was going on, he felt bad for things to come for Lisa. If there was one thing he learned, it was that hell hath no fury on his pregnant wife when she was hurt.

Letting the key slide in the door, John opened the door to be met with the biggest shock of his life.

"Dude, what the fuck is this?" John tried to adjust his eyes to the sight in front of him. This couldn't be right. What the fuck was going on?

Randy hurried to cover himself with the sheet being that he was just on top of Sam. He put his head in his hands as he tried to come up with something to say. Looking at John, he almost felt like being caught by his father. He knew that his best friend was disappointed in him and he couldn't blame him.

"Your wife is at home, crying over you and you are fucking this bitch? What the fuck is your issue?"

Sam glared at John. "I'm not anybody's bitch."

"Well what the fuck do you call it when you are fucking a married man who is expecting a child? Would you prefer for me to call you a fucking whore? Dude, I can't believe you. I ain't getting in the middle of this bullshit. I'm leaving and I'm going to act like I never saw shit but you need to get it the fuck together and soon." John reached for the door handle before turning back and looking at Randy. "By the way, you are going to be champion next ppv. Congratulations."

John pushed the button for the elevator while still trying to erase the memory of what he just saw. He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the wall. It was then the conversation that he had with Vanessa came back to him.

Trish was on her way and shit was really going to hit the fan.