Chapter One

Elizabeth Lloyd sits on the edge of the bench in the locker room. Preparing herself for her upcoming match against Rosa and the conversation with Wade afterwards, but she can't focus. She hasn't been herself lately, she's tried, but she doesn't know if she can be herself anymore.

She thinks about her brother, PJ, he is her best friend. When they first came here from Cape Town, they only had each other. And even though he'd never admit it, he promised their parents to always look after her. What a great job he's done at that, she thought. No, it's not his fault. None of this is PJ's fault. And she knew that, deep down she truly believed that.

She thinks about Heath, the love of her life. She hated being in this stupid storyline with Stu, though. At first it hadn't been so bad, besides the fact that her and Heath weren't suppose to be seen together on any kind of romantic outing. She didn't mind Stu at first. She'd known him long before she knew Heath, and PJ had been good friends with Stu before they left Cape Town.

Almost as if on cue, the door to the locker room is thrown open and in walks Stu. Immediately Elizabeth stands up, trying to find somewhere to hide, hoping he doesn't see her. He walks in alone and he knows she's there. If he had given her any type of warning she'd been able to hide, but he didn't, he never did.

"Can I talk to Eliza please? Elizabeth has been such a bore lately," he said to her, "And I think Eliza likes Stu better than Elizabeth does, well at least she likes Wade better."

"Stu, stop it," Elizabeth begins, but is cut off by Stu pushing her into the lockers. She knows what is coming next and tries her hardest to get away from him.

"Now, what have we talked about? You don't tell me to stop. I stop when I want to," he laughed at her. He was much larger than her, and much stronger. "How about we talk about your match? Have you been working out by yourself? Because you definitely haven't been working out with us."

She wasn't part of The Corre. And she didn't want to be. Their storyline was cruel and she didn't want to be a part of it. That was about to change though. As of right now, PJ held her contract, he was her manager.

"Yes, Stu. I've been working out. I don't always have to be connected to your hip. Other than in the ring, we aren't in a relationship," she responded, "And this, whatever this is, needs to stop now. Because if it doesn't then I'll tell Heath and PJ, I'll tell them everything. You'll lose them both, and you'll lose Rycklon too."

As she said this, he threw her into the lockers even harder. She knew better than to threaten him. She knew he'd always have the upper hand. He'd told her before that if she tried to tell, they wouldn't believe her. He was very careful when it came to this kind of thing and it made her wonder how many other girls he's done this to. Her head ached as she tried to push him off; he was just too strong for her.

Just then they heard Heath laughing and knew that the others were heading into the locker room.

"Go to the bathroom and get ready for your match. Stop crying, that isn't going to help you," he whispered in her ear. She ran to the bathroom where her bags were. Splashing water on her face, she tried to compose herself. Rummaging through her bag she found her favorite ring attire, white pants with blue strips done each leg and a blue bikini type top. She put them on and fixed her make-up.

When she came out of the bathroom, the guys were talking about their storyline with Big Show and Kane. Rolling her eyes, Elizabeth walks into Heaths waiting arms.

"There's my girl," he says in his thick southern accent, "I've been wondering how much longer you were going to be in there." Then he kisses her passionately, making her forget about her encounter with Stu.

"Okay, okay, okay. That is quite enough," PJ exclaims, feigning disgust, "Seriously, Heath. That's my sister, get your hands off her."
Elizabeth blushes while Heath laughs. She has always been more modest than most of the divas, but something about Heath makes her not care about modesty. As she watches him laugh, she sees all of the reasons she fell in love with him in the first place. He is one of the most caring guys she knows. When PJ and Elizabeth first moved to Florida, he was the guy FCW sent to meet them at the airport. He showed them around, showed them their apartment, showed them where the arena was, where the best restaurants were, and then took them to his apartment to make them dinner. After that, they just clicked, all three of them.

At first, they hid their relationship from PJ. He had always been very protective of his baby sister, and she wasn't sure he would approve that his best friend was dating her. Eventually, she slipped up and told him. He didn't react the way she had expected and then she regretted not telling him sooner. He was happy for them and he told them that.

"Are you ready for your match Elizabeth?" her brother asked, bringing her out of her thoughts, "You seem kind of dazed right now."
"Oh, PJ, stop being so protective," Stu answered for her, "Of course she's ready. Isn't that right, Eliza?" he added putting an emphasis on her stage name knowing it would make her cringe.

"PJ, don't worry about my match. I've got in all under control," she replied confidently. It was true; she was stronger than most divas in the diva locker room. Her strength was what attracted Heath to her from the very beginning. He saw it as soon as he watched the brother sister duo walk down the escalator to the baggage claim.

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself out there," PJ answered, "If your heart isn't in it then your mind will lead you astray."

He was quoting their father, and she knew he was right. From an early age, their parents had taught them that if they were going into something then they needed to do it with all of their hearts. It was why they were so successful in this business.

"P, I've got this. You can stop quoting dad to me. I'll see you afterwards," she said.

As she walked out of the locker room Stu called to her, "Eliza, I'll see you out there." She did all she could to hold in the shiver she could feel coming on. As soon as the door shut she let it out.