I sighed and turned my phone off. Please don't tell me that this
relationship was over, I told myself. It seemed that Beth was starting to
get afraid of losing me. Especially, since me and Matt's popularity was
increasing. Trust really is an issue when your boyfriend wrestles in the
World Wrestling Federation. That was something Beth and I needed to work on, trust. I trusted her, why couldn't she trust me? Questions were going all around my mind. Maybe she was right about seeing other people because then, we would realize how much we needed each other. Beth was different from other girls and I wasn't gonna lose her over no Internet rumor. The Internet is cool and fascinating but it's gonna cost me the lady in my life. I picked up the phone and dialed Lindsey's number as I pulled into the hotel.

"Hello?"

"Lindsey, you know damn well I am not messin' with Stacey. Yeah, she sleeps around and flirts a lot but I am not doing anything wtih her."

"I know you're not, Jeff. I was just kidding with Beth but she blew it way
out of proportion." Lindsey said to me.

"Where is she now?"

"Talking to some dude right outside. I'm looking straight at her through the
window."

"Damn, she was being serious."

"Serious about what?"

"She said we needed to see other people for awhile...Lindsey, please talk to her and tell her I'm not playin' her. I need to speak to her myself."

"I will. I know how much you care for Beth but maybe, you should give it a
try and see how you like it."

"Like what?"

"Seeing other people."

************

Matt and Amy were just friends now. He told me that they decided to
break up. Everyone was having a bad day today. I really didn't feel like
wrestling. He said that Amy said she realized that she loved him more as a friend rather than a boyfriend. He really loved his girlfriend but
regardless, he wanted her to be happy more than anything else so he did what satisfied her. They still talked to each other like boyfriend and girlfriend except there was no touching, cuddling, hugging, kissing and etc. I thought that they would give their relationship another shot somewhere down the road. Anyway, I was going to someone's room for advice. I knocked on the door.

"What's up, man?"

"Hey, Chris. Can I come in real quick?"

"Yeah. Come on in."

I stepped into his room. Chris was a good friend of me and Matt's. He
treated us so well when we first got to the WWF. Adam and Jason introduced him to us. He was a great wrestler. I loved his band, Fozzy. They were off the hook.

"Whatcha need?" Chris asked.

"Well, I need some advice. I know that you and Jessica have had your share of problems."

"Hell yeah. We've come through A LOT of drama but we made it and now, we're engaged."

"Exactly. I just wanted to know was it easy for Jessica to trust you on the
road."

"At first, she was cool with it but after awhile, she started getting mad at
me over the smallest things. It was ridiculous so one day, I just told her
straight up that she was trippin' and that I wanted to know why so that I
could fix it. That was when we became...closer than close, you know. She
just basically told me everything. We saw other people for a little while
but that shit didn't last at all."

"That's what Beth wants us to do, see other people."

"I think you should see other people for awhile. Make it just one girl or
people will think you're just doing it for the nookie. Then, she'll find out
about that and then it'll definitely be over."

"Why not just don't see anyone at all?"

"No, man. Do it so you can realize how precious she is to you."

"Okay. I guess you're right. Thanks, Chris."

"No problem."

******

Amy and I were arguing again as usual. She started it and then, I got
all pi*sed off about her dumping my brother. We never got along and whenever we did, we ended fighting. I mean, fighting. I was this close to slapping her ass if she said something else to me acting all smart.

"You always starting some shit! Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone?!"

"Shut the hell up! I didn't dump him, we broke up, faget!"

"Say something else! Say something else, bitch!" I yelled.

"Fuck...you." Amy got in my face.

My face got red. I grabbed her hair and shoved her to the ground. She
screamed and tried to kick my balls. I pushed her feet out the way, I tried
to punch her in her damn face but she moved out the way. My knuckles started stinging. She quickly got up and slapped the shit out of me. I held my face. She started kicking me as I held my face on the bed.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

I managed to get up and kick her in her stomach. I ran up to her,
grabbed her face and slammed it over and over on the television as she held her stomach.

"I'm glad I hurt your ass! You deserve it, bitch!"

I saw some blood on her head.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" She screamed.

She elbowed me hard in my stomach. It hurt like hell. She pushed me
into the wall. My head throbbed.

"Aw, shit!" I yelled.

"I ain't through with you yet!"

She couldn't see straight, I could tell. Hell, I couldn't either. We
were beating each other's asses. Amy grabbed me and pushed me into the bathroom. She ripped off my shirt. I pulled out some of her hair. She
shoved my face into the tub and turned on the water. She made me drink it and fall onto my face.

"NOW WHAT? NOW WHAT, FAGET?"

She turned the water hot. I screamed as the hot ass water fell on my
face. That shit was hot as hell. All of a sudden, I felt someone pull her
off of me. I grabbed whatever I could find and swung it at her. I heard her
scream. I fell and held my face. It was still hot. I could hear someone
push her against the wall.

"Why are y'all always fighting? Go somewhere and clean up your face, Amy. Come on." Matt said.

Amy pushed Matt off of him and walked away. I could see her breast
bleeding. I looked to my left and saw that I had grabbed a knife. Why was
there a knife in the bathroom? That must have been what I stabbed her at. Matt looked at me.

"What was it this time, Jeff?"

"That bitch was trippin'. I hate her! Why do you put up with her shit
anyway? Fuck her! I don't even remember what we were fighting about." I
said all cold.

"At least, there wasn't as much blood as last time. This is getting out of
hand."

"I ain't through with her bitch ass yet. Always talkin' shit."

"Yes, you are. I'm not putting up with this no more this week. Go clean
yourself up."

Matt wasn't playing. I knew I had to listen to him. My stomach was
hurting like crazy. I could see some blood on my knuckles. Matt left the
room to check on Amy. I closed the door and took my shirt off. I might as
well take a damn shower. I had a lot on my mind.

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