--Amy's POV--

After a successful match against Jillian, I headed backstage. My heart just wasn't in that match at all. I knew the fans didn't notice, but I sure as hell did. How can I focus knowing that my best friend is going to need surgery and be out of action for who knows how long?

Pointing my head down to the floor, I headed to bestie's lockerroom, slowly shuffling my feet and constantly sighing. I feel like someone has just stabbed me in the god damn heart. How am I going to survive with him? Once again I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into someone.

"Sorry" I sighed, not even looking at who it was.

"Blondie you assclown! Watch where you're going!" Chris laughed. When I didn't respond and tell him that he was the king of all assclowns, his face fell. "Blondie what's wrong?"

"It's bestie" I sighed. "He tore his bicep and needs surgery. He's leaving Monday after RAW."

"Isn't your birthday on Monday Blondiekins?" he asked.

"Yes" I said with a frown. "Worst present ever…my best friend is injured and is leaving on my birthday!"

"Well Blondie" he sighed. "Look at it this way. He could've left today instead. You're lucky to have a best friend who cares about you so much that he's putting off a serious surgery like that."

"I know" I smiled lightly. "That's why I'm so upset. He's my bestest friend ever. Who am I gonna train with? Randy won't do it because he's my boyfriend and Ted won't do it because he's my BFF!"

"Oh Blondie" Chris chuckled. "All you have to do is ask! I'll train with you. Maybe I'll get lucky and clock you in the jaw. That way I wouldn't have to listen to your lame jokes!"

"You are one to talk about lame jokes, Bedazzled ass" I laughed. "You call people ASSCLOWNS!"

Chris and I smiled at each other and shook our heads. Somehow, someway we could always put a smile on each other's faces. I always loved that about Y2Jackass. His personality was one of a kind.

"Well now that I have made your day with my divine presence, I must depart dear Blondie" he smiled. "Text me!"

"Don't I always Y2Jackass?" I smiled.

"Yes" he grinned. "Good thing I have unlimited text! Bye Blondie!"

With that, Chris scampered off towards catering. I assume it was to find his partner Paul aka Big Show. I'm glad I ran into Chris. He sure made me feel a lot better. I headed off towards bestie's lockerroom. I was almost there when I ran into Junior.

"Hey BFF" he smiled. "You look a lot happier than you did earlier. Who'd you talk to?"

"Y2Jackass of course" I smiled. "He talked some sense into me about the whole bestie thing. He pretty much said I should be thankful for having such a good best friend like him."

"And what about me?" Junior said with a mock pout.

"Oh Junior" I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I know I'm lucky to have you. I mean who else would I use as my personal punching bag, space station ass?"

"You're terrible" he laughed. "At least I have an ass. There's no definition between your back and your ass. You are buttless, Amy. Absolutely buttless."

I stuck my tongue out at Junior and slugged him in the arm.

"Owww!! God you hag!" he cringed. "You should seriously think about joining the UFC with that punch!"

"I know" I smiled. "But my heart belongs to wrestling."

"And Randy also known as the perfect boyfriend" he said with an eye roll. "He's built like a Greek god blah blah blah!"

I gave Junior a 'what is your problem' look and he immediately shut up. If he wouldn't have stopped, I probably would've told him to know his role and shut his mouth and all that jazz. Thankfully I didn't have to.

"I'm sorry" he sighed. "I know I should be happy for you but it's still hard for me. You know how I feel about you, wifey. But I'd rather have you as my best friend than nothing at all."

"Oh Junior" I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. "I can only imagine how you feel. But thank you for trying to be a good BFF anyway. I'm lucky to know you. I'm gonna go talk to bestie though so I'll catch up with you later alright?"

"I'm the lucky one" he smiled. "You're great except when it's that time of the month. That is the ONLY time I hate you. You yell at me just for BREATHING!"

I rolled my eyes and walked away from Junior. I could hear him laughing and telling me that just meant he was right. I would have to remember to punch him later. Right now I am going to talk to my bestie. When I walked into bestie's lockerroom he was on the phone.

"Yes I'll be flying in Monday night" he said into the phone. "Yes sir. I know I need this sooner rather than later, but Monday is an important day that I can't miss. Uh huh. Ok I will see you Tuesday morning then. Thanks. Bye."

"Who was that bestie?" I said as I flopped down onto the couch.

"The doctor" he groaned as he flopped down next to me and put his head on my shoulder. "He was ripping on me for putting this off for two days. I don't care. I'm not missing your birthday for anything."

I looked down at my best friend and smiled. "I couldn't have asked for a better best friend. I love you, bestie."

"I love you too" he smiled. "But hey. At least we'll BOTH be champions on Sunday. How many people can say that they're a champion the same time their best friend is?"

"Not many I'd imagine" I smiled. "That's another reason why we are so great."

"Well duh" he chuckled. "So are you okay now bestie?"

"Yeah I'm fine" I smiled. "It's gonna suck without you though" I frowned.

He snuggled into me and sighed. "Bestie I'm a phone call away no matter what time it is. You can always call me if you need to vent."

"Thanks bestie" I smiled as I kissed him on top of him bald head. "I love you."

"I love you too bestie."

Before we knew it, we had both fallen asleep on the couch.

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--Randy's POV--

When I walked into the lockerroom, I saw my girlfriend and her best friend passed out on the couch. They had their arms wrapped around each other and her head was on his chest. I couldn't be sure, but I could've SWORN I saw a drool spot. Yes. My woman drools when she sleeps.

"Hey Randy. I forgot…" Ted said as he walked in.

"Shhhhhhhhhh" I whispered harshly. "Amy and Dave are asleep."

Ted came into the lockerroom even more and saw what I was talking about.

"Ha! Aren't they cute?" he laughed. Ted pulled out his cellphone and took a picture of them. "This is totally going on my Facebook and Myspace."

I just smiled at Ted and then looked back over at my girlfriend. She looked so content in Dave's arms. I can tell just by watching her sleep how much he really means to her. But I can't deny I am a little jealous. I wish that was me holding her instead right now. I realized that I shouldn't be so selfish, though. After all, Dave is leaving in two days and who knows when he will be coming back? I know that spending time with him probably means the world to my girlfriend right now, even though she is passed out and drooling.

A few seconds later, Amy let out her trademark half grunt/groan which signified she was waking up. She sounds so irritated when she does that. I think it's pretty cute actually.

But I would never tell her that. I don't feel like being beaten.

"I hate everything" she grunted. Oh man she usually only says that when she's been woken up. I bet she is totally going to kill Ted & I am going to die laughing if she does. She HATES being woken up more than she hates Jack in the Box being closed when she is drunk!

Dave let out a light chuckle. He is probably the only person on the planet who can get away with doing that and not get punched by her.

"Man bestie" he laughed as he stretched. "You are a grouch."

"Oscar the Grouch ain't got shit one me" she grunted. "Ted…I am going to kill you."

Amy calmly walked over to Ted. Oh man. This is going to be hilarious.

"IF…YOU…EVER…WAKE…ME.…UP.…AGAIN…I…WILL….BEAT…YOU....

WITH…A….STEEL…CHAIR" Amy said as she smacked Ted after every word. Dave and I watched on and practically fell on the floor from laughing so hard. Ted threw his arms up to protect himself as best as he could.

"You're nuts! Get the hell away from me" Ted screeched. "Someone call the cops! I'm being beaten!!!"