This chapter is a flashback. It goes back to the last time Eve and Natalya had spoken to each other face-to-face while Natalya was incarcerated and offers a little bit of a backstory into Natalya's frustration. It also documents the friction in Eve and Natalya's relationship.

This is one of the few chapters that is NOT split between two seperate stories.

P.S.: I don't own these characters. They belong to WWE.

DO YOU REMEMBER:

It goes back to the"Neidhart, you have a visitor," called the security guard with the big nose and the southern drawl for a voice. Natalya Neidhart had heard him perfectly. She hated his voice, but had gotten used to it the two weeks she had been locked up.

She was lying down, looking at the ceiling with one good eye. The other had been blackened and badly bruised in a fight from earlier in the week. Having been a professional fighter, she wore it as a badge of honor. Both eyes became set on the skinny, yet armed guard outside the cell as he opened it for her. She slowly climbed out of her bunk and slowly exited the cell, following the guard down the dimly lit hallway. She wasn't in the mood to be bothered as all she could think about was what happened only two weeks earlier.

She had no idea who decided to pay her a visit, but she was very frustrated that the visitor didn't care enough to bail her out. That $3,200 was the only thing keep her away from the freedom she greatly desired. As she entered the visitor's hall and looked at the dull gray walls, shoddy lighting, and tall, shady characters, freedom was all she really wanted. That and just a tad bit of retribution.

The guard directed her to her box. Her chair was almost as uncomfortable as the suit they had her wearing and the room smelled of smoke and grease. Nattie saw that she would be separated from her visitor by a thick, unbreakable, transparent glass. Knowing the mental state she was in, it was probably a great idea to do.

However, when she saw who was visiting her, she was kind of disappointed by the separation. Approaching the seat on the other side was a tall, bronze-skinned brunette in a white t-shirt, brown jacket, and skinny blue jeans, finely complimented by a decorative belt buckle and two bracelets on her left arm. Natalya identified her immediately as Eve Torres, a woman who she was less than enthusiastic to see. She would've rather seen Brie and Nikki Bella in hopes they'd bail her out. Alas, she was being paid a visit by Eve, whom she assumed would try to fix things and fail. She didn't wanna answer the phone they'd have to communicate with each other through, but she didn't have a choice.

"You know, you got alotta nerve walking your pretty little ass into this prison to talk to me," said an angry Natalya as soon as she picked up the phone. "A LOT of nerve."

Eve began tapping her clean, unpainted fingernails on the surface in front of her. "I know that. Listen, I know I'm probably the last person in the world you wanna see right now, but I am begging you to give me a chance to explain something to you. Just hear me out."

Natalya menacingly stared a hole through the glass and at the brunette on the other side. "Well, lucky for you, I have nowhere else to go and I can't kick your ass from over here, so I might as well allow you to go on." Eve begins to go on with what she was about to tell Natalya, but was prematurely interrupted by the incarcerated blonde. "Wait, you know what? I got something I wanna say first."

Eve simply chuckled at the cut-off. "Oh, do you now? What else is new?"

"Oh, I see you got jokes," Natalya said, struggling not to flash her trademark smile. "And sweetheart, you know that enjoy a good laugh every now and again, but I want you to riddle me this right now: What the hell do I have to laugh about right now? Because of you, I'm out a best friend and I'm stuck in this horrible prison wearing this gaudy jumpsuit."

"OK, first of all, it's not my fault you're in here," Eve argued. "You're the one who shot and killed two people with an illegal weapon, right? That was your decision, Nattie. Not mine."

"OK, Eve, you better not sit there and pretend it didn't happen," Natalya says. "Acting like you're so sweet and innocent and making me look like the villain."

"Well, I'm sorry to bring you back down to reality, but it kinda is your own fault, Nattie," Eve argued, slapping the surface in front of her with an open hand. "I wasn't the one who told you and Beth to go after me that night. And for what, anyway? Payback because I was able to take Beth's championship away from her?"

"I don't think you understand that it was almost two years to the day that she won the title," Natalya recalled. "Do you realize the history she could have made had she hit that milestone? Two FULL years, Eve! That's 730 days, my friend! And thanks to you, she was just SIX days shy of this accomplishment." Natalya stopped what she was saying when she noticed Eve laughing about something on the other side of the glass. "OK, what the hell is so funny?"

Eve, one hand over her face, toned down on the laughter. "Oh, nothing, Nattie; nothing at all except for the fact that you are being absolutely delusional right now," The tone of her voice grew softer, yet at the same time serious and angry. "How can you honestly sit back there and blame all of this on me? Yes, I did win the tournament and went on to win Beth's Championship, but that's exactly what I came to the federation to do. That's what ALL OF US came there to do: win fights and earn our way to the title. I did that. But since the two of you were concerned with some stupid record…"

"The record is NOT stupid," Nattie interrupted her. "You just don't understand its prestige. You ruined and completely dumped all over all the hard work Beth and I put into it. YOU did that." Natalya looked down on her pale, tense fingers as she gathered her thoughts. "And THAT'S why we tried to take you out."

"Really?" Eve couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You ladies were gonna try to kill me over that?"

Natalya shook her head, the tips of her blonde locks dancing over her orange outfit. "Actually, we never even planned on killing you. We just planned to rough you up a little bit…well, Beth was going to. I was gonna keep lookout back during the party in case anyone got suspicious. You see, she was gonna teach you a little lesson about messing with us and getting in the way of our plans. Unlike you, Beth would NEVER intentionally kill anyone."

"Damn it, I told you already that it wasn't my fault," a frustrated Eve exclaimed. "Look, all I know is that after the two of you assaulted me in the parking lot, I woke up in the back seat – bloody, might I add – in a car that Beth was driving. I tried to get out, but we ended up in a fight."

"Your story sucks so far," Natalya criticized.

"Before we knew it, the car drove toward a cliff, and me and Beth each unlocked doors and jump outta the car to save ourselves," Eve continued. "Sadly, she jumped out too close to the edge and fell over." Natalya simulated yawning on the other side, which Eve wasn't totally happy with, but Eve figured she might as well be the mature one and not call her out on it. "I tried to get over there to save her, but I wasn't fast enough. She fell and…well, you know the rest. You showed up in another car a few minutes later."

Natalya rolled her eyes, not convinced in the slightest. "Likely story…or a well thought out, piece-of-shit excuse to make yourself seem innocent."

Eve rolled her own eyes, growing furious by the second with Natalya refusal to believe her. "Look, that's exactly what happened, Nattie. Believe me if you want to, but what reason would I have to lie to you, huh? Answer me that."

Natalya was getting just as fed up with the conversation as Eve was. The Canadian blonde just wanted to break the glass that was separating the two and rip the Latina brunette to shreds. She was already in jail. There wasn't much else they could do to her. "You know what?" that signature smile finally came out, but she smiled while looking away from her visibly equally-frustrated visitor. "I'm not gonna answer that. I don't need to. As a matter of fact, I got a question for you, Ms. Torres: what are you gonna do when I'm finally outta this place and I'm free once again? You see, if there's anything that I know you've learned, anything that I know has sunken into that pretty little brunette head of yours , it's that Natalya Neidhart plays to get even. And when I get outta here – which I'm hoping is sometime soon because my bail is only set at $2,300 – you better believe there will blood. I'm talking there will be so much blood, it'll make the blood you lost that night seem like an innocent little papercut.

Eve's green eyes didn't show a drop of intimidation at Natalya's threat. "I guess I should take that as a threat, shouldn't I? You're gonna be out for my blood?"

"You got that right, bitch, Natalya said as her and Eve exchanged fierce, green-eyed gazes at each other.

"You actually expect me to be afraid, don't you?" Eve asked rhetorically. "Well, I guess what. I'm a champion and I'm NOT afraid."

Natalya sat back in her seat. "Well…we'll just have to see about that now won't we, you little killer?"

Eve decided that it was finally the best time to end this thing. "Don't forget what you did to get in her to begin with, bitch," she says before violently hanging up and departing from the visiting room. Natalya watched Eve walk away, once again happy that Eve hadn't been wearing her title at all during the visit. It wasn't often that Eve resorted to saying words such as "bitch", so this told Natalya that Eve was probably in a state of anger she never imagined she could go to. But she also figured she'd get over it fast. Unlike Natalya, Eve wasn't much of a long-term grudge-holder.

As Natalya returned to her cell that night, she figured that when she finally got out – used her first phone call there to instruct Brie and Nikki to get some money from her savings to bail her out – she shouldn't immediately go after Eve and should instead take a little time off to herself. It would probably be awhile before she was over Beth's death and she felt that her mental state would drive her to do something she'd soon regret if she wasn't careful. A period of solitude was in her future.