Sooo. I love all of you that reviewed. Really, I do.
I don't own any of these amazing wrestlers. I wish I did.
I DO own Hope. She's my girl. I do NOT own Kellie.
She's the creation of my friend Lindsay.

John felt miserably guilty. He saw the devastated look on Jeff's face when he'd slept with Kellie. But, it was just like with Hope. They'd gotten so unbelievably drunk. Neither one could stand on their own. But, the look on Jeff's face said it all. John was never really good at dealing with guilt. Especially when it came to friends. He knew Jeff and Kellie were completely over, so why did that look make John feel crappy? Probably because lately, everything made him feel crappy. He dialed Hope's number, knowing his best friend would be able to cheer him up.

Too bad it went straight to voicemail. Right now, John just wanted to talk to someone. He was actually a bit jealous of Hope. She'd found someone. Well, two people. But, still. that's what John wanted. To love and be loved. Not that he'd ever admit it. It was pretty cheesy but that didn't change how he felt. John left Hope a short voicemail and tossed his phone onto the chair across from him. He rested his on his arms, laying on the bed. He needed to think for a while.

"What's with you?" Matt asked.

"Hope said she loves me," Jeff answered.

Matt tilted his head to the side, not sure if he'd just heard his younger brother correctly. The look on Jeff's face said it all. It was a look of pain. And not the kind of pain from Randy Orton kicking your gut in. Matt would know. Jeff sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Matt knew he was still in shock from Hope's little confession. Who could blame him? Matt decided to get his mind off it.

"Hey, did you know Kellie's here?" Matt asked.

"Yep," Jeff replied.

"Did you know she slept with John?"

"I'm taking a walk."

Jeff didn't want to hang around and talk about his ex-girlfriend's sex life with Matt. Or with anyone, for that matter. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a while. Maybe he'd get enough courage to end things with Michelle. Unfortunately, Jeff wasn't going to get his time alone with his thoughts. He ran into Kellie. This time she didn't run off. Although, it was pretty awkward.

"Hey," Jeff was the first to speak.

"Hi," Kellie replied, looking up at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just…visiting."

"You slept with John?"

"We were drunk."

"I don't care. I was just asking."

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Just one of the Divas that I fell for."

"Hope. Yeah, John mentioned that."

"Of course he did."

"Ya want my advice?"

Jeff wasn't sure what he wanted. Nobody's advice seemed to help him. This was a situation he had to work out on his own. Too bad he couldn't. he was too much of a nice person to steal Hope from Punk. He'd find some other way to get the girl of his dreams. He just had to. But, first Jeff had to end things with Michelle. She'd probably kill him but he didn't want to string her along anymore. Jeff turned back to Kellie, looking her directly in the eye. He nodded his head slowly.

"Yeah. I need advice," Jeff said.

"Fight for her," Kellie replied.

Kellie pulled Jeff into a hug. Jeff smiled to himself, feeling a bit better. As he hugged Kellie back, he was unaware that Hope was coming down the hallway. She paused, just staring at Kellie and Jeff. Kellie locked eyes with Hope, noticing the look on her face and pulled away from Jeff. It was too late. Hope had already darted off. Jeff gave Kellie a quizzical look and she simply waved him off. She said a quick goodbye and left Jeff standing alone once again.

Hope had a surprise for Punk, one that he was going to enjoy. She was kind of freaked out that he was being so nice to Jeff. Did John talk to him again? She wasn't sure. Hope appreciated Punk actually being nice but it was kind of creepy. Did he know something she didn't? No. That wasn't possible. Or maybe Punk decided to give up the whole tug-o-war game with Jeff. That wasn't it either. Hope knew Punk didn't give up. She wasn't going to worry about something she didn't know for sure.

Punk unlocked the door to his hotel room, stealing a short glance at Hope. He did a double take when he realized his fiancée was clad in only a bra and boy shorts. The straight edge superstar grinned, moving towards Hope. The brunette waved a pair of handcuffs in front of Punk, who grinned mischievously. She pulled Punk into a kiss, letting her lips linger near his.

"What are you up to?" Punk asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Hope grinned.

"I'm liking it already."

She got on top of Punk, kissing him as she handcuffed him to the bed. Punk kissed her back, moving his hands around her chest and down her back. He started getting more and more rough as he sucked on Hope's skin ever so gently. Hope pulled of Punk's shirt and then his jeans, kissing his chest with her soft lips. Punk reached into the mini fridge, next to the bed and pulled out a can of whipped cream.

He sprayed some on an unsuspecting Hope and started laughing. He licked the whipped cream off of her olive skin as she did the same to him. This was good. Punk wasn't thinking about the feud with Jeff or anything other than Hope. Neither one could've been happier as they fooled around in bed. Hope kissed Punk's chest, her lips lingering on his skin. Punk ran his fingers through Hope's hair, feeling her bite gently on his nipple rings. For the strangest reason, it made him hot.

"Someone's feeling kinky tonight," Punk laughed.

"You have no idea," Hope whispered, resuming her biting.

When Jeff got back to his hotel room, Michaela and Michelle were fighting. The two women were punching and kicking each other. Michelle was on top of Michaela, punching her face in. Jeff saw Matt in the corner, reading a magazine as he tried to hide his grin. He rolled his eyes at his older brother and pulled Michelle off of Michaela. Jeff stepped between the two, knowing they'd want to get at each other's throats again.

"What the hell is going on?" Jeff asked.

"Why don't you ask your skank girlfriend?" Michaela snapped.

"Drop dead, you whore!" Michelle shot back.

"Michaela, just leave. Michelle, we need to talk," Jeff interjected.

Michaela pressed her lips against Jeff's before she left. Jeff didn't make a single move. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat. Michelle knew what Jeff wanted to talk about. She just didn't want to believe it. The couple avoided each other's gaze, not wanting to talk. Jeff rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Michelle. She still wouldn't meet his eyes. Not that he could blame her.

"Michelle…" Jeff started.

"Don't say it," Michelle whispered.

"I can't string you along anymore."

"You'd rather be miserable alone?"

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You already did."

The following week on Raw, Randy Orton had taken over the mic. Needless to say, he wasn't happy about how Hope had shown up to save Jeff. The Legend Killer planned on getting her back. That was why he was standing the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. He started pacing back and forth before speaking. You could see the anger, the fire in his crystal blue eyes. Randy brought the mic to his lips. The crowd started to boo almost instantly. Actually, they were booing from the start.

"Some people…shut up! Some people don't know how to mind their own business," Randy started. "Those people need to be taught a lesson. So, Hope, why don't come down here and I'll teach you a lesson."

Randy continued to rant, motioning towards the titantron as he awaited Hope. He knew she'd come out. She never turned down a fight. That was the one thing he knew for sure. Randy was getting overly anxious when he finally saw Hope coming to the ring. The fans thought this was just a storyline. It wasn't. That's why her music hadn't played. Hope stopped right before the steel steps, a mic in her hand.

"You're gonna teach me a lesson, Orton?" Hope laughed. "I don't think so."

Hope stepped into the ring, face to face with Randy. The two dropped their mics, their faces only inches apart. Randy was still going on about how Hope should mind her own business and that she shouldn't have interfered last week. Hope's only response was that Randy should grow a pair of balls and get over it. That's when Randy lost his cool. He slapped Hope hard across the face, shocking The King and J.R.

"Did Orton just do what I think he did?" J.R. asked, still in shock.

"I can't believe he did," King replied. "Wait a minute. Is Hope laughing?"

The King was right. Hope was laughing. Randy gave her this confused look before slapping her again. This time Hope didn't laugh. She shot a glare at Randy and hit him with a roundhouse kick. The Legend Killer fell to the mat as Hope started punching his face in. This wasn't exactly what Randy had planned, getting his ass kicked by a Diva. Randy managed to get to his feet and let out his offense. Hope turned her back for not even a second and The Legend Killer saw his opportunity. He hit Hope with the RKO, knocking her out cold.

The crowd booed even more as Randy dropped down next to Hope and started whispering in her ear. No one expected Randy to get that violent with Hope. He was ready to continue the attack when he saw Jeff running into the ring. The Legend Killer darted out of the ring and into the crowd. Jeff knelt next to Hope for a moment before holding the ropes open, motioning for Randy to come back and fight him. Naturally, Randy was halfway out of the crowd. Jeff turned back to Hope's unconscious body.

John had seen the attack from backstage. Punk had just left the arena, wanting to stop at Dunkin' Donuts. John really hoped that he hadn't gone too far. Punk was going to be super pissed. About the attack and about Jeff. Either way it wasn't ending well. As John headed into the parking lot, he saw Punk pulling away. When Punk noticed John, he stopped his car. He rolled down the window as John leaned in.

"Dude, I thought you didn't want a donut," Punk said.

"I don't. That's not what this is about!" John replied.

"Are you sure? You said you were hungry about an hour ago."

"That's not important now."

"John, I'm going out for food. I don't mind."

"I don't want a donut."

"Last chance, John."

"Enough with the fucking donuts!"

"Geez, you don't have to get an attitude."

"I'm this close killing you, Punk. Just listen to me."

"Fine, fine. What is it?"

"It's about Hope."

"What's wrong? Is she okay?"

"No. Randy just RKO'd her."

Punk lost it. He threw open his car door, accidentally knocking John in the head. That didn't stop him. He stormed back into the arena, watching the attack on one of the computers. When the screen showed the present events, Punk was slightly angered by the fact that Jeff was carrying his unconscious fiancée to the back. Although, he was glad that Randy wasn't able to continue his attack. Punk quickly found Jeff and shoved him away from Hope, who was starting to regain consciousness. Jeff fought the urge just to punch Punk. Right now, he just wanted to make sure Hope was okay.

Hope moaned, opening her eyes. She tried to sit up but Punk kept telling her to lie down. Her neck was in excruciating pain. She never realized how painful an RKO was. Now she knew first hand. Hope smiled, fully realizing that both Jeff and Punk were by her side. She also realized that Punk was glaring daggers at Jeff. She sat up, putting a hand on Punk's shoulder. He turned to her.

"You should really lie down, Hope," Punk said.

"Don't. I see the way you're glaring at Jeff," Hope replied.

"I'm not glaring at Jeff. I'm pissed about what Orton did to you."

"I'm not an idiot, Phil."

"If I was pissed at Jeff, I would've punched him already."

"He has a point there," Jeff interjected.

Hope locked eyes with Punk, not really believing him at first. She looked at Jeff, then back at her fiancé. She could tell both men were telling the truth. Punk saw Ashley and Maria coming down the hallway and motioned for them to come over. Both Divas had heard about what Randy did to Hope. Needless to say, they weren't happy.

"Hope, I think you should get some rest," Punk said, before turning to Ashley and Maria. "Could you guys take her back to the hotel?"

"Sure thing, Punk," Ashley replied.

She and Maria took Hope by the arm and started leading her away from Punk and Jeff. Maria had a feeling that Punk was going to off on Jeff. Hope waved to both men before resting on Maria and Ashley. Punk and Jeff watched the three Divas leave. Once they were out of earshot, Punk turned to Jeff. The anger was building up in his eyes. It took all he had not to just punch Jeff. The two superstars locked eyes.

"I'm not sure if I should be grateful or pissed," Punk started.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry. Next time I'll just leave Hope unconscious in the middle of the ring and let Orton do whatever he wants," Jeff replied, sarcastically.

"I'm trying so hard not to kill you because you're Hope's friend."

"Are you being intentionally dense?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm in love with Hope and I'm gonna steal her from you."

"Oh, you're funny. That's not gonna happen."

"Just wait and see, Punk. I'll make Hope mine."