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Authors Notes: I know I have to update, We Will Always Have Twitter, but I'm at a writers block on the current chapter I'm writing. Don't worry, it's almost worked out, but for now, I had another idea I was wanting to work on. So I'll be tackling both of these at the same time. Also, I know that the last season of Tough Enough took place before Punk's face change. I'm ignoring that, and updating that anyway. It's fanfiction. We can fast forward time a little bit if we want to! Lol :) So be kind, and leave a review! Now on with the show! Woot!

Introduction:

Silence is completely deafening when you're in shock, and this moment, was no exception to this unspoken rule.

"How could this have happened?" She thought as fear and excitement started to take her over. "What did I do right?"

As she stood in the ring, she broke eye contact with the man who had become her mentor, and surveyed the crowd before her. This was not suppose to happen. Not to her. Competitions like this were made to give people with more experience than her, a place to shine. To give those more experienced others a shot!

"How?" She managed to just barely utter out to her mentor.

He smiled as he watched her stand there in shock, completely dumbfounded that he named her the champion of this competition. Her three other mentors, stood in the ring with smirks on their faces too. Everyone was so sure she wouldn't be given a shot tonight because of her lack of experience. Even Luke stood there transfixed on her with a mixture of shock and barely masked anger. Everyone had been so ready for the announcement that he won the Tough Enough challenge, that no one really gave Eliza a second thought.

She smiled, as she raised her arm in the air, holding her championship belt up for the entire world to see. Once she did this, everyone went into a chaotic uproar, fans who were happy and shocked. All the way to the ring rat fan-girl wannabe's, who stood jealously in the crowd booing her because they wanted to see that, "sexy guy," Luke win. Even Vince's eyes were smiling their approval at her, while he masked his facial appearence for T.V reasons. This was one hell of an ovation she was receiving. There was only one problem with this...

He wasn't here with her celebrating this victory.

At that moment, her heart broke all over again, and her smile faded from her face. She dropped her arm back down by her side, and simply looked over to the ramp. She couldn't take it anymore, this isn't what she came here for. She came here to live out a life long dream, not this. Not to live and work with a shattered heart. In her mind, she would never be good for these fans by only coming out here and putting up half a show. Giving them only half of herself. But how could she give anyone her all, when she already stupidly did so, and knowing he couldn't be with her in return? How did this happen? How could she have been so stupid to fall for a guy who was not only taken by one of the best diva's alive today, but also fall in love with someone so completely out of her league?

Steve Austin, looked over at her, and noticed her mood shift. Eliza had been doing this a lot in the past week. Something took place after, he had spent time with her. Steve would be damned if that damn boy would screw up her chances. All he wanted to do was ring his neck as it was, pain in the ass really, and now this?

'These damn kids wonder why I enforce a no fraternizing rule... Gee! This is why! Dumbasses, the whole bunch of them!' Steve thought to himself.

Never did he think, that he would ever have to worry about, the actual talent being a problem though. For crying out loud, those guys would have thought that would have been a damn given! Of course, there was always one that never was too keen on rules. Steve sighed, he was getting fustrated. It made matters a lot worse though, to know that the whole world watched these two grow closer thanks to the Tough Enough camera crew. Yeah, and word had it, that said superstar's girlfriend was NOT a happy camper. She was probably pissed and pleased at Eliza's win more than anyone. Pissed because of the competition concept. Pleased, because she could get her hands on her.

Eliza stared at the ramp for a few seconds longer, before dropping her eyes to the floor. Of course he wouldn't be coming out here. Why the hell should she expect anything more from him? He was taken, and not by her. She really did to wake up from this alternate reality, that she was living in. She couldn't help it though, he did create it for her though. Goddamn him, and his fucking hazel eyes. He was nothing but trouble, and if she wasn't careful, she was going to make fast enemies because of him. That's definitely not something that she needed at the moment. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and didn't plan on going back there again! She sighed, time to move on. The fairy tale was nice while it lasted. She was so sure he felt something too, she was willing to bet anything on it though.

'No! If he felt anything, he would have come out here. He wouldn't started anything at all. He would have actually ended things with her. Instead of just talking about it!" Eliza reasoned with herself.

She forced a smile, and quickly looked back at the crowd. Holding her belt high above her head, once again. The fans loved her, she had grown to gain their favor and respect. That was an honor and irreplacable feeling.

With out warning, his theme song blared through out the speakers of the arena. Stopping her in her very tracks. It couldn't be, could it? She shut her eyes, keeping her back turned, as the fans went nuts over his arrival. Their story was well documented up, to this very point, on Tough Enough. Making this, just that much harder.

'Look in my eyes, what do you see? The Cult of Personality...'