It's the innocent looking ones who're the most diabolical

[Eliza Valentine]

Do you remember when you were little, not just a kid but like... really little and everything seemed terrifying? Because you didn't quite know what anything was yet... Every shadow in the dark, every noise outside your window was a possible threat, an unseen danger that sent fear ravaging through your body like an infectious disease until it would eat you up and you would scream and run for mommy...? 

I never had that luxury. For as long as I can remember, fear... Terror, these were staples in my life. Make them afraid of you, before you fear them. If I had nightmares as a child, I don't remember them, because crying would have been a pointless sign of weakness anyway.  

I used to think I was alone in it. That no matter what the news stories and sad bios on bookshelves said, I was entirely alone in this world of frozen fear... A place where I make my own name, sometimes literally. That I was the only one who truly knew hurt and because of that, it didn't matter who I caused pain - because theirs would never equal mine, not really anyway. 

And then I met her... I guess in a way I had always been waiting for her, because no one else ever made me feel like home before. No one else ever made me feel happy or sad or, or even guilt... But most importantly, from the moment she took my hand, I felt fear.. More than fear, I was terrified... 

And I still am, because every action... Every movement... Every distant whispered word is a colossal unknown in which I am so afraid of being the bad guy that I cannot move or act or speak myself, I can only follow her lead. I can only hope that somehow, I wont fuck this up... Because if I hurt her, it could be the thing that destroys her. 

And now that she is in my world, I cannot live in one without her. 

“It takes a very long time to become young.” ― Pablo Picasso 

"I don't think we're ready for this kind of commitment..." Eliza's voice was soft but strained as she leaned as far back from where Kayla crouched as possible, shaking her head.

"Dont be silly!" Kayla called from her crouched position, not looking back "Come one Liz, we can do this... We're both adults.. Kinda." Kayla shuffled a little in her crouched position but Eliza didn't move closer.

"I don't want to be an adult!" Eliza stamped her foot once and Kayla laughed "And besides... I'm not even sure it's allowed!" Kayla sighs and looks at Eliza "Allowed? Liz.. It's only a little Pussy...."

Eliza screws her nose up slightly and Kayla stands, turning to face Eliza she holds a tiny ball of fluff out to her... Slowly, Eliza pushes one hand out and reluctantly pets it "You really want a Cat? A cat. Really?!" Kayla giggles again and raises the kitten to her face, giving it a little Eskimo kiss, the action causes Eliza to soften.

"Yes. They are adorable." Kayla smiles, still holding the tiny cat close to her face "Uh huh... Real adorable when they scratch the hell out of everything and shit in a box I have to clean..." Kayla pouts a little at Eliza "I will clean the kitty litter.. I promise..." Eliza still shakes her head and Kayla pouts more, sidling up to Eliza she drops her head onto her shoulder, looking up at Eliza "Pleeeeaaaaasssseeee? ......PRETTY pleaseeeeeee?"

"FINE!" Eliza sighs, huffing her shoulders in defeat "But it's YOUR cat, you have to take care of it." Kayla smiles and nods, cuddling the little kitty close she whispers "You're coming home with us... I am going to love you forever and ever, you will never be alone again... I promise."

Eliza looks away, blinking a few times in quick succession before looking back at Kayla who appears confused but smiles anyway "Well, are you coming? Time to go home!" and Eliza nods with a tight smile, following Kayla and their new pet out the door.

Home.

“All things truly wicked start from innocence.” ― Ernest Hemingway 

"Well, well, well.... The time has FINALLY come for you to get a little taste of vengeance huh Liz? I know how it has been festering inside of you, the fact, the very idea that I have inflicted pain on your father and there has been no retribution for it - I know it's rotting your insides out. Your heart black with the smudge of knowing you failed. 

You failed Him. 

You failed Yourself." 

Eliza smirks softly, sitting on the floor in a rather empty looking space, no distractions or showboating, just Eliza and the Camera. 

"You should have protected him. Were it not for you, Lizzie love... He would not have been sitting at that announcer table. Were it not for your inane babbling, I would have no cause - no... Desire to hurt him. But you had to open your mouth, you had to talk about things you had absolutely NO chance of understanding and why? 

To be a Bully. 

To hurt someone Broken. 

You disgust me." 

Eliza snarls slightly. 

"You seem to have forgotten, ALL of you... That my purpose here is to a give a voice to those who are shouted down. To put a face on the downtrodden you stepped on to climb into your designer shoes... I don't give a fuck about winning or adoration or being the biggest bitch on the block... I don't care about titles or accolades... All I care about, all I have EVER cared about. 

Is justice. 

Is retribution. 

Is getting what is owed... To all of us." 

Eliza slams her hands, palms down, either side of her on the floor. 

"You are an example of everything that is wrong with this business, perhaps even the world. You are the shining beacon of uneducated uncouth ignorance that parades itself around like a role-model for the richest wannabes. YOU are all that I have fought against, you have the spotlight not because you deserve it, but because it was handed to you. 

You are not a wrestler because you wanted it and fought for it, you are because Daddy was - because all that matters to you is his pride, for him to look upon you and see more than the putrid waste of life you are. You long for him to smile at you and say; you did good kid, I am so proud of you... Well Lizzie-Lou, you did NOTHING. 

You mean Nothing. 

You ARE Nothing..." 

Eliza half laughs, shaking her head. 

"You insist on painting yourself with a brush of importance when the facts are that you cannot... have NOt beaten me, but the same cannot be said vice versa - you are the catalyst of all that I will achieve in my time here. Because whilst beating you will just be another shout in a sea of screams... It is MORE than I had before. You have it all to lose, you reputation hangs in the balance of this final pinfall and the pressure is not something you are ready for Damon... 

You cannot look at me, we cannot stand side by side and have you say that we are equals, that in me, is you... Because I will NEVER be like you. The excuses and the lies and the desperation that was passed from father to daughter like some fucked up gene code is so deeply imbedded in you, that you can't even hear yourself say it. 

I wont cheat. 

He's not a racist. 

It was a cheap win. 

When really all you should be saying, all the ears of the hundreds of fans in the areans and the thousands more at home should be hearing is the truth you can only run from until now; 

I cannot win. 

I am not good enough. 

I AM NOT ENOUGH."  

Eliza pants heavily for a moment before composing herself to continue. 

"You twist and you scratch with your words as though they were knives. You hope aside hope that being a name, being a a second generation will mean something to them - but what you don't see Lizzie is that I am their name, I am their calling and in me they see the very thing they wish they could be. 

I am hope. I am promise of a brighter future for everyone and I scream for them where others will not let them so much as talk... Hate me all you must but the fact remains that my voice, is the voice of the TRUE people.. And though they cannot afford plush seats to chant my name, they are there. 

They are always there. 

I am enough Lizzie. I am enough to beat you. Enough to prove that it is not your name, not your upbringing or the address of your home that decides you fate... You can decide your own fate, strength of soul willing and mine is decided... I will walk out of Meta a winner, just as I did my first PPV and you Lizzie? 

And you? 

Your fate... 

Is sealed." 

“Innocence is a kind of insanity” ― Graham Greene 

Kayla stares wide eyed over the rim of the cardboard box, which sits in the middle of the bed, her long porcelain legs stretch for what seems like miles under a pair of hot pink shorts and her caramel toned brown hair is messy and soft after waking from her impromptu nap during which Eliza had popped out.

"Do I even want to know how you got all of these?" Kayla questions as she grabs a pencil and uses it to fish a pair of panties out of the box, hovering them above the container as she glares at Eliza, who laughs casually "Some from gym lockers... Some from girls who owe me favours and some well, you probably don't wanna know that last part Corazon." Kayla scrunches up her face into a glare "Fiiine, they are from the chicas over at Guillermo's place..." Kayla shrieks and drops the pencil into the box with the panties, before sliding off the bed marching towards the door "Espere, Kayla.. what's the problem?"

Kayla huffs for a moment before turning back to Eliza "Oh, no problem... You just spent all day charming the pants of other girls... LITERALLY!" Kayla then stomps out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. Eliza forces herself to squash a smile before following her out, pausing the in the small lounge area. "Ai Niña I didn't charm them off of anyone..." Kayla smacks a hand down on the breakfast bar "DON'T! You aren't sweet talking your way out of this fight Liz!"

Eliza feigns a look of shock before moving up beside Kayla, pressing her cheek against Kayla's arm she bats her eyes "We're fighting?" Kayla shrugs her off and nods her head "Yeah. I don't care if it IS what Joey asked for..." Eliza giggles slightly "Oh come on Kay... Don't you wanna see the look on his face when we actually show up with the panties?!" Kayla bites her bottom lip, pausing to think for a moment before fighting a smile of her own "Well... Yeah..."

Eliza pulls Kayla by the hand over to the couch, sitting down before pulling Kayla into the space next to her. Kayla thinks again for a moment before turning to Eliza "One last question.." Kayla starts "Ok, shoot!" ....Kayla chews her lip again, before half whispering as if anyone else is in their apartment to hear "Whose are the blue sequined ones?" Eliza giggles a little "Bailey... that new chick that hangs with the Olympians..." Kayla nods once before finishing her question "Why do they have an extra... bit... Underneath...?"

Eliza breaks out into a grin, before leaning in and whispering something in Kayla's ear. Kayla kind of shrieks and slaps Eliza's arm "OW!" Kayla frowns "Shut up, she does not have a... you know!" Eliza half nods, raising her eyebrows "A penis, Kayla?" Kayla nods with a sigh "Yes, THAT." Eliza then nods slowly "Yeah she does!!... Kinda hot, right?" Kayla goes wide eyed staring at Eliza "Wait... WHAT?"

Eliza laughs under her breath "Kidding!" before she leans in a little closer to Kayla "Are we done fighting now?" Eliza asks, jutting out her bottom lip just a little and Kayla nods "Yeah... Sorry." Eliza smiles and shakes her head "Well, if the fighting is over you know what comes next, right?" Kayla shakes her head as Eliza leans in closer and practically presses her lips to Kayla's neck as she whispers "Bésame"

“Innocence could be lost more than once after all.” ― Selena Kitt