Kylie shook out of her drugged up state when she heard her cell phone vibrating on the table next to the couch that she was passed out on. After her encounter with Jeff Hardy, he pointed her to where she could get what she desired. Kylie was very well experienced in hiding things from other people, so she hid the drugs from Beth Phoenix with ease.

Currently, she was on the couch of her Floridian apartment. She was scheduled to wrestle at the FCW show the night before, but she was cut out of it last minutes. Not going to let a good night go to waste, she decided to use her extra free time to knock herself out into a better place.

Groaning in annoyance as her phone kept making a horrendous sound against the wood of the table, she glanced over to the digital clock on her cable box. It was one thirty in the afternoon.

"Who the fuck is calling me this early?" she questioned to herself as she reached over to grab her phone. She was just going to hit the side button to make it stop ringing, but she made the mistake of looking at the caller ID. Seeing that it was Beth calling, she decided to answer it. "Hello?"

"Damnit, were you still sleeping? Jesus Christ, Kylie, you have the most retarded sleeping schedule I've ever heard of."

"Uh…yeah, I was still sleeping," Kylie groggily replied. It wasn't a lie, after all. She was sleeping. She just casually "forgot" to tell Beth that she was on a drug high…or low, rather.

"Whore. What are you up to tomorrow?" Beth asked.

Hm…today is Sunday, which would make tomorrow Monday. Well, I'm glad that I fucking know my days of the week, but what the hell am I doing tomorrow? "Uh…nothing, more than likely."

"Well, shocker, but they don't have me scheduled for the tri-branded RAW tomorrow night, and they promised me that they wouldn't toss me into anything last minute. Knowing Steph, that will change, but whatever. Anyways, do you want to come with me and keep me company again?"

Let's see…sit here all bored or go to an actual WWE event and hang out with cool people? What a tough decision… "I don't know, Beth. I was thinking about just sleeping all day or going to the gym or something."

"Kylie, come on. Jeff's been asking about you…"

"What?" Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

"Yeah, he thought you were pretty cool. Maybe you two could…you know, start something up."

"I…um…Yeah, I'll go with you, Beth. Sounds like it will be a good time."

"Sweet, I'll see you tomorrow night then."

"Yeah," Kylie said, and then hung up with Beth. Yeah, if I don't die of happiness first. I need another line…

"Yeah, well at least everyone doesn't hate me!"

"At least I'm not getting turned into a mini John Cena!"

"At least I don't have two minions following me around like lost puppies!"

"At least I'm not stuck on ECW!"

"At least I…damn, you win."

"Score!"

Adam and Punk were sitting at a table in catering with the whole room staring at them. They were having an extremely random argument for no apparent reason. No, they were not mad at each other, but they were simply passing the time before the show started. Being boys, they had to prove to each other that they were better than one another. Adam had won that round when Punk could not defend himself being on ECW compared to Adam headlining SmackDown.

"Oh god, they're going at it again…" Beth sighed as she rolled her eyes. She and Kylie had just entered catering to grab a bite to eat before spending the rest of the night in the Diva's locker room to watch the show from the arena monitors.

"What are you talking about?"

"All those two 'tards ever do is argue with each other as if they have something to prove. Stupid boys."

"Who?"

"Punk and Edge."

After they got their food, Beth chose to sit down at the table right next to Punk and Adam.

"Ooh, it's the Glamazon," Punk teased, making a goofy face at Beth.

"Is there something I can do for you, sir?"

"Yeah, can you kick the crap out of this d-bag for me, Beth?" Punk pleaded, nodding over to Adam who was now throwing noodles at Punk's hair.

"No, thanks. Oh, Punk, have you met--"

"Kylie, right?" Punk interrupted.

Kylie's eyes widened. "You know who I am?"

"Oh, um…er…yeah…well…uh…"

"Creeper," Beth muttered, and Kylie kicked her from under the table.

"Well, Scott and I were watching the last OVW show and I said you were really good so he told me who you were and…yeah…" Punk explained, turning a light shade of pink.

"Oh, that's cool. Well, it's nice to officially meet you," Kylie smiled.

Adam nearly choked on his food as he tried to hold in his laughter at Punk's expense.

"Screw you, Adam. I gotta get ready for my match against Kennedy, so--"

"Kylie, you're back!"

"Huh?" Kylie said as she turned around, only to be greeted by Jeff Hardy. He bent down and pulled her into a hug which she graciously returned.

Beth looked on as Punk's eyes narrowed, sending a death glare at Jeff. She snorted in laughter. Punk did look ridiculous, after all.

"Uh…I'll see you guys later," Punk quietly said and slipped out unnoticed.

"Aw, it looks like little Punkie has a crush," Adam teased with Beth, and the two had a good laugh at Punk's expense.