As Trish and Amy walked through the halls on their way to the stage, Jeff silently watched from a distance.

Matt placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, man." He said with a smile. "Trish on your mind?"

"Just a little bit," Jeff laughed, "But that little bit won't go away."

"I know how you're feeling," Matt said, "It'll be alright, trust me. Just keep your mind on the title shot now."

"I'm trying," Jeff said, "Trust me. It's just a little hard." He stared back down the long hallway. Trish has her title, and I want mine. Jeff thought. But, as for each other, we're lost.

That night, Amy and Trish waited silently beside Jeff as he warmed up only moments before his run-in. Trish stared longingly stared at him as Amy grinned at her blonde friend. Matt was backstage, deciding to leave Jeff to himself. He had ordered the girls to leave him alone to, mostly focusing on Amy, but they ignored.

"Don't be so nervous about this, Jeff." Amy informed him, "This is just the beginning. There's plenty more matches and run-ins involving your soon-to-be World Title shot."

"I know that," Jeff shot back, releasing one of his stretches. "But you won't get it. You never will."

Trish shot Amy a look. And by the look on the Woman Champ's face, Amy could tell she was a little concerned about Jeff's comment.

"Well, I'm sorry." Amy replied half-sarcastically.

Jeff sighed, "Forget about it."

Before anything else could be said, Jeff's music suddenly hit and he waiting a few moments before rushing out to the ring.

"Something's wrong," Amy said as they both looked at the spot Jeff had just occupied.

"I know," Trish sighed, "And I think I know what the problem is,"

Amy didn't ask what Trish had meant, which was a good thing. Trish didn't feel like explaining to Amy how she figured Jeff's problem was her own self.

"Awesome job, Jeff!" Arn called as Jeff walked back to his locker room after the very successful run-in.

He nodded, "Thank you,"

Soon, he found Matt and Amy running towards him.

"Hey! Jeff, that was awesome!" Amy called, running into his arms. She gave him a huge non-romantic hug. And Matt patted his brother's stinging shoulder.

"Are ya up for a little partying, Jeff?" Matt asked, "A few of us thought we'd go to a restaurant or something as a celebration."

Jeff managed to laugh only a little. "Sure," He said.

"Alright!" Amy cheered, "I'll go get Trish," Amy ran off, mess of read hair swaying behind her.

"Don't worry," Matt laughed as he spotted the uncertain look upon Jeff's face, "We won't be out all night. Everything will be fine. Trust me."

Jeff put on a fake smile and agreed. Although, on the inside, he knew this was one of the few times Matt was wrong.

Matt and Amy were in their own hotel room a few doors down getting ready for the night. Jeff on the other hand, was impatiently waiting for Trish to emerge from the bathroom. "Are you done yet?" He grumbled through the door from his perch on the bed.

"Just wait!" Trish laughed, unsuccessfully trying to sound serious. "Beauty takes time, you should know that by now."

Jeff could sense that on the other side of the door Trish had a sneaky grin upon her face. "I should?" He asked, getting up and pacing in front of the door.

"Well, traveling with Amy and all. And then there's me, of course."

"I don't think I've ever seen either of you look bad," Jeff said nonchalantly.

Just as he spoke, Trish opened the door. She stepped out, and Jeff watched as the tight denim jeans she was wearing clung to her ever-so-wonderfully. Her blond locks flowing over her tight, light blue halter. And her still moist skin full of shimmer. Oh, how he still yearned to touch her skin the way he used to. In the loving way, where his only goal was to please her with the ever-so-soft sensations.

Trish snapped him out of his longing dream.

"Aren't you gonna go in there?" She asked, nodded towards the bathroom.

"Oh!" Jeff said, "Yeah, I am." He grabbed his bag and walked in, but before shutting the door he turned around and peeked at Trish, "You look beautiful, by the way." He said.

Trish turned around to see Jeff's passionate expression. "Thanks," She spoke softly, biggest smile upon her face.

After his shower, Jeff batted away the mist in the air as he searched for something to wear. It couldn't be just anything. It had to be perfect. At the bottom of his bag, he found a black pin-stripe shirt that matched his wrestling pants. Without being tucked in, it was perfect. He slipped on the shirt and began contemplating what to do with his hair. Perfect, he thought as an idea slipped into his head.

He searched, but couldn't find what he was looking for. He stepped out of the bathroom to see Trish holding just that. "Is this what you're looking for?" She asked sneakily, referring to the dark grayish bandana she held in her hand.

"That would be it," Jeff said smiling, taking the bandana from her hand and tying it around his head. "Thanks," He drawled.