A/N: I must say, RAW was actually good to me this week. I didn't say the show was good, though. The beginning of the tag match was pretty much a dream come true for me. If only Santino grabbed a microphone…and it actually makes me want to watch ECW tonight…Anyways, onto the story.

Kylie was in awe of the hustle and bustle of the WWE once she and Beth had arrived at the arena. Everyone and everything was moving at such a fast pace. Then again, it was only half an hour until the show tapings were to start.

"Mother fucker, is it really like this every week?" Kylie asked incredulously.

"Yeah, and it gets even more intense before a pay per view, especially wardrobe if there's a Diva match. They all have to make sure that the other girls are wearing extra double stick tape so their silicone doesn't pop out of their shirts," Beth explained, rolling her eyes at the travesty that women's wrestling had become.

"Uh, Beth? They don't even wear shirts," Kylie laughed, thinking about the two square inches of fabric that Kelly Kelly liked to use to cover up her body each and every week. Kylie stopped laughing once she remembered that the size of the fabric kept decreasing after each and every week, as well. "They wear, like, really shiny and glittery cocktail napkins."

"Good point," Beth agreed. "I swear, I am going to die of laughter if another one of their breast implants pop. I remember when Ashley was crying like a bitch when it happened. It was hilarious. That's why I was like, 'Bitch, that's why you learn how to wrestle so that doesn't happen.'"

"Beth? We need you over in wardrobe," one of the stagehands said.

"Um, I thought I wasn't doing anything tonight," Beth argued. She was too damn lazy to have to do something after she was told she didn't have to.

"Steph wants you doing commentary with JR and King, and the Diva match is kicking off the show."

"Give me five minutes?" Beth asked, and the stagehand nodded his approval. Beth turned back to Kylie and said, "You need a friend while I'm gone, and it sure as hell isn't going to be one of the other Divas."

"Not John Cena…Not John Cena…" Kylie kept repeating under her breath.

"Ha! I wouldn't let him come near you with a ten foot pole, nor would I let you go near him. I don't want his lack of talent rubbing off on you," Beth laughed. "I'll go with the first cool person I see. How about that?"

"There's cool people here?" Kylie joked, looking around in mock surprise.

"Funny, Ky. Hardy!" Beth called, spotting the one and only Jeff Hardy.

"'Sup, Beth?" Jeff asked, walking over to the two girls.

"Jeff, this is Kylie. She's in FCW right now and doesn't need to be. She's a good friend of mine, so she's here with me tonight. Mind if you keep her company while I go and talk about how much Maria and Ashley suck?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'm not on until the second hour, so it's chill," Jeff said as Beth smiled and walked away. "So, Kylie, how long have you been wrestling?"

Kylie took a few moments to respond, for she was openly gaping at the man standing in front of her. Yeah, she had seen him on television before, but high definition television didn't do him justice in real life. "Um…I've been in OVW for four years and I've been in the other independent federations for three years before that." Oh my god, I couldn't just say seven years? Am I fucking retarded? He must think I'm crazy for just staring at him. Then again, any woman who wouldn't must be like a lesbian or something. Wow, I'm an idiot. I blame Beth. She wouldn't let me have my drugs while we were here. Withdrawal? I think so. Fuck, I'm getting jittery now…

"Hm, impressive. That's more wrestling experience than Kelly Kelly, Layla, Ashley, Maria, Candice Michelle, Cherry, and Maryse combined," Jeff laughed, knowing how much most of the girls on the roster didn't have a passion for wrestling, but rather for the camera. "Want to go and grab a bit to eat?" Jeff offered.

"Sure," Kylie said, deciding to keep her answer short and sweet this time.

Their conversation stayed on the topic of Kylie's wrestling resume for most of their dining time. However, Kylie broke it when she placed her elbows on the table and buried her head in her hands. "I need a fucking line right now…" she muttered under her breath. She had momentarily forgotten that she was eating dinner with an attractive man that she had just met and could still be easily swayed on his opinion of her.

"What did you say?" Jeff asked. He heard her, but he just wanted to be sure that he heard correctly.

"Jesus Christ, just give me some fucking steroids or something. Anything is better than nothing…" Kylie continued, getting a massive headache. Suddenly, her head snapped up and she was staring at Jeff. "Um...I mean…fuck." Kylie moved to get up, but Jeff grabbed her arm and made her sit back down, not taking his hand off of her.

Kylie was surprised when Jeff greeted her with a warm smile. "First off, don't do steroids. You'll grow a moustache. But if you really want some, I'm sure you can get some from Batista. And second of all, I understand."

Kylie returned the smile. She had forgotten that Jeff had once been suffering from drug issues. "Really?"

"Yeah, now…" Jeff said, sliding up the sleeve of Kylie's shirt. Kylie always made a point to wear long sleeve shirts. Even in the ring, she wore a long sleeved cutoff shirt. "Ah, track marks," Jeff whispered, running his finger over them.

"I haven't had any in like a day," Kylie blurted out. For some reason, she wanted to tell Jeff that she was trying to recover, even though she knew that a day was most certainly not an impressive recovery time.

"It's okay, Kylie. If that's what you like, I support you. I've been there before. The only way to get out of it is by getting over it yourself. Look, I'll help you in any way."

"You know where I can get some?"

"What do you want, fucker?" CM Punk joked, answering his cell phone when he saw the caller ID read "Adam."

"Shut up, homo," Adam Copeland joked back. "This is official business. Next Monday is a tri-branded RAW, and you need to be there. You're taking on Mr. Kennedy…"

"Kennedy!" Punk finished for his friend. "This is going to be rad as all hell."

"You're damn right."

A/N: I'm sorry if this sucked more than usual. It's like nine in the morning and I'm tired as all hell.

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