A/N: This is probably going to be short. Deal with it.

Jeff's POV

Okay, so I know that Ashley and Paul are almost done. Let's face it. They never really were the greatest of couples. They just didn't…look right together.

I want Ashley with Matt. They're always together. It only makes sense.

Should I ask her about it? I don't want her to get angry with me, but…

It might be better in the long run.

So, SmackDown is still on that Monday hiatus. Good. She's here, then.

"Ashley, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure."

"How are you and Paul doing?" Shit, I think I hit a nerve.

"I don't want to talk about Paul right now, Jeff. I'm sorry. He's already mad at me for coming to the show tonight."

I'm sensing a break up in the near future. I shouldn't be happy about this…

Danielle's POV

"John Cena! Quit being such a pussy about this!"

John has been whining and crying for the past two weeks. Hell, we're only half way through this thing, and he's already bitching? Mother fucker. He pretends to be all hardcore in the ring, but he's softer than a teddy bear.

Okay, I think that might be interpreted as a dirty joke.

"Danielle, do you know what it's like to be forced into sexual hiding?" What?

Oh, I think I get it now.

"No, I don't. Do you know why? It's because Dave is fucking hornier than a bull. Do you think I enjoy constant sex?"

John gave me the look. That asshole.

"Okay, maybe I do, but that's besides the point. John, you need to get over yourself and do this for Brittany. She's got a lot on her plate right now and she doesn't need you being an emo little bitch."

"What's with everyone calling me emo?" Because you are, John, that's why.

"Repetition speaks the truth," I said, rolling my eyes at his incompetence.

"Fuck you," he muttered.

"You're lucky I like you, John, or I might just have to kick your ass for that one." Shit, it clicked. "Ha, I've figured you out."

"What?"

"You're pussy whipped."

"How can I be pussy whipped if we didn't even have sex yet?"

Shit. Dave just came in and heard the whole thing.

I'll apologize in advance, John. I might die of laughter now.

Becky's POV

I really am sick of this kid.

No, I'm not, but he's being an asshole.

"Cody, can I just talk to you for a second? I want to apologize!"

We were on our way to the gorilla for my match. It was me and Mickie against Beth and Melina. We're going to die. Maybe I should just push Cody in the line of fire.

But then he wouldn't be gorgeous after Beth got to him. Maybe it would be worth it.

Nah.

"No. You made me wait last week. It's my turn to make you wait until after the match."

He's a jerk.

Dominique picked up her phone and dialed a number that she never thought that she would be dialing ever again. She did it so that if they had caller ID, it would come up as private.

Sam: Hello?

Dominique: Yes, this is the mailing company.

Sam: I didn't change my address or anything…

Dominique: Yes, we know. Actually, I'm calling because we found some odd charges being sent to you. We just wanted to make sure that you didn't order these…

Sam: Like what?

Dominique: Well, most of them are a little…adult related, darling.

Sam: Fuck you.

After Sam hung up the phone, Dominique grinned to herself. "Mission accomplished."

Phone conversation

Ashley: Hello?

Paul: Hey, Ash. Are you at the arena?

Ashley: Yeah, I'm here with Matt and Charlie. We're waiting for Jeff.

Paul: That's it, Ashley.

Ashley: What are you talking about? I'm just hanging out with my friends!

Paul: No, Ashley, you're not. You like Matt, and you know it. You spend way more time with him than you ever do with me. I don't care if you're on the same show. We're done.

Ashley: Paul, I—

Paul: We're done.

Just as Dominique hung up the phone, Randy came into her office. "Dominique, what were you doing?" He heard what he had said.

"What do you mean?" Dominique innocently smiled, pretending that she didn't just prank Sam.

"I heard you do that, Dom. Not cool," Randy huffed before leaving the room again.

"Randy!" Dom called after him, but it was too late.

Beth took out both Becky and Mickie early on. She and Melina had some clear animosity in between them for what had happened the week before.

Beth and Becky were legal women in the match. Beth was going schizoid on her since she was the number one contender.

Cody pulled on Beth's leg, and that only pissed her off more. She took her aggression out on his girlfriend and won the match.

After the match, Melina and Beth had a stare down that ended after Mickie interrupted by attacking Beth. That didn't work out too well as Mickie then suffered the damage of the delayed cradle suplex.

John's POV

"Fuck, Dave's here now," I whined. Yeah, John Cena whined.

"And he heard the whole thing," Danielle said, being the bearer of bad news.

"Did I just hear correctly?" Dave asked as he jogged up here. Funny, I didn't think that fucker could run.

"No, you didn't," I quickly said, trying to avert the subject.

"Yeah, I did."

Shit.

"John is pussy whipped!" Dave started chanting while doing the two step. What the hell?

"Dave, I'll just have to add a tutu and you could be a fucking ballerina," I said as I got up and left.

I hate you, Danielle. This is all your fault.

A/N: The second part of this is coming later. I don't feel like finishing right now.

And I gotta make a T-Bell run.

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