None of the characters belong to me, but the idea kind've does. Oh the things you and your fiancee come up with

Her eyes, her smile, the way she giggles.

I just can't get her out of my mind. Everything she does makes me warm and fuzzy inside, something I can't explain. I love her, and it's not like the love most people feel for someone. I love her like I used to love Tyson, or how she loves her wife.

Her wife I hate that statement. I hate Maryse. I hate she has everything I want. Here I am stuck in this relationship that is screwed up to start with and then I find the single most amazing woman on the plant and she's married. Just my luck. Just my fucking luck. I need to forget these thoughts and move on, but it's hard when we're teamed together on television. I had my emotions on the nightly basis from her; not like telling her would make any difference. She seems happy with Maryse; she's married to the same blonde bimbo trash her and I talk about on television every night.

"Snap out of it Natalie" I whisper to myself, gathering my bags as I head out of the locker room and towards the exit of the arena. I used to hang around after my matches, but I ened to avoid her. Avoiding her may end up helping me to forget how strong my feelings for her are, but they won't help go away.

Her hair, her voice, her amazing ass.

I just want to push these thoughts aside and be happy with Michelle. The same Michelle who makes me feel so miserable at the same time, who makes me just want to truly lock her into the Sharpshooter until her back breaks. But for a girl with wrestling in her blood and a body like mine, women and men aren't throwing themselves towards me. Not to mention my Dad scares a lot of people way.

The way she walks, the way she holds the title, the way she holds her head high.

But then this woman walked into my life and everything changed. It's not like she even did anything much, but for a girl like her to talk to a girl like me..that meant a lot. I never wanted to admit that I was falling for someone while my girlfriend was at our house waiting for me to come home.

"Natalya? Nattie? Natalie!"

My mind didn't even register someone calling my name, nor did I really wanna talk. Nothing anyone could say would make anything better. Maybe if I get out of my contract and go to TNA or something it'd help, I wouldn't be around her so much. At the same time..I would miss her. I would miss the days we travel on the road together when the cities were close.

"Natalie!"

Groaning, I slid my bags off my shoulders and onto the cement ground as I slowly turned around, her walking towards where I was standing. My mind raced and my heart ached. The way her hair was over her perfect shoulders as she walked with grace and confidence. There was something about her that drove me wild and made me love her even more at the same time. Something about the woman who was nicknamed "The Glamazon" made my body ache, my heart cry out and my head spin.

"Y..yes?" I wanna just jump into her arms and kiss her so passiontly and with love, God I want her all to myself. I wish it was so easy that we could just run away to an island and just be together without stupid girlfriends or wives or anything else stopping us.

"I need to talk to you. About Michelle. You need to get out...you need to get out before you have to spend time mending your heart like I did mine"

Did she just say that? Is she talking about MY Michelle? I mean everyone knows Michelle can be a total bitch, and that's not even what I'm concerned about. The fact that she was married to the woman I'm falling in love for and did her wrong makes me sick beyond belief. I kept looking at her not saying a word. What could I even say? I get the woman is trying to be nice, but how do I tell her I can't just up and leave because I'm scared to be alone. And if I say that then what? She says someone is out there for you. Then what? I tell her I feel like she is the one for me but her marriage to a blonde bimbo is stopping us? I would leave Michelle in a second for a chance with Elizabeth, but would she leave Maryse for me? I truly doubt it.

"Trust me Natalya, I've been there. Her and I..." I heard her sigh, and even then she sounded so beautiful. I slowly walked over to her as she kept talking. "We were married, and we got a divorce. Just..trust me. Get out when you can..you deserve better"

Oh Elizabeth you are right, I do deserve better. I do deserve better then an overcontrolling bitch. But what would you say if I said I deserve you?