My heart nearly flipped out of excitement when Vince said the good news. We're doing a show in London! This was my first trip out of the country. And as a WWE Diva! I looked next to me at my best friend Sheamus who was sitting there calmly. I tried to copy him and tone down my excitement. It was no use, I still felt my energy bubbling. As soon as we were dismissed I started hopping up and down and Sheamus looked on in amusement.

"You're seriously that excited, eh?"

"Yes! Can you blame me? This is the first time I'll be travelling outside the country, much less as a WWE Diva!"

"Alright alright, calm down. Just remember, there's airport security and you have ta make sure not ta wear anythin' that might set..."

He kept talking but my attention had moved to the mysterious man sitting several feet away behind him. I had watched the show enough times to realize it was Rey Mysterio. For some reason he was...glaring at me?

"Hey! Are you even listenin' to me?"

"Huh?" Sheamus gave me an annoyed look.

"No I'm sorry it's just..." I lowered my voice so no one around would hear us.

"For some reason Rey is glaring at me." 

"Really?"

"No!" Sheamus started to turn around but I grabbed his shoulder.

"Do you want it to be totally obvious we're talking about him? Don't you know the number one rule when you're talking about someone?! Don't look at them!" I was flustered and it clearly amused him. Stifling a laugh he just shook his head and put his hands on his hips.

"Alright, calm down lass. No one ever knows what he's thinkin'. He's always hidin' behind that mask. He could be totally calm and still look pissed off and vise verse. The only time I see 'em smile is in tha ring and that's just for tha camera."

"He never takes his mask off?" Sheamus shook his head. I became lost in thought for a moment. He glared for a moment longer then looked away. Sheamus rolled his eyes and I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't going to let it affect my mood.

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That night as we were all boarding the plane I swallowed nervously as I looked around for an open seat. Sheamus had to sit near Ryback to discuss business. My breath hitched in my throat when I noticed the only open seat was beside Rey.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I breathed to myself. 

"Miss, please take your seat." I nodded at the flight attendant and timidly walked towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" He said nothing. I shifted awkwardly and was about to turn around to ask for a seat somewhere else when he spoke up.

"Sit." His tone startled me slightly.

"Huh?" 

"Sit." He glanced up briefly from his phone. I was caught a bit off guard when I saw the depths of his eyes. They were deep brown, if not black. I had been so used to seeing him with white contacts in that the darkness of his real eyes almost swallowed me. 

"Are you just going to stand there the whole time? Take the window seat. You get a better view... and I don't like small talk." He sounded clearly irritated and I nodded quickly. 

He was on the aisle seat and stood up to let me by. I kinda wish he would have given me the aisle seat, I feel trapped now. Between a cold plane window and an even colder Rey Mysterio. I bit my lip as I pondered him. He was nothing now like he was in the ring. Is what Sheamus said true, does he really fake a smile for the camera? 

"Would you mind not staring?"

My eyes widened in panic when I realized I had been staring at him. I quickly looked away and out the window. I couldn't see anything as it was pitch black outside other than the airport lights. I sighed and my breath fogged on the chilly window. This was going to be a long flight.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

I opened my eyes lazily. I could hear soft breathing all around me. I was leaning against the back of my seat and was turned slightly towards the aisle. I glanced up at the clock hung above the end of the aisle. 3:43 am. I looked to the right of me to make sure Rey was asleep and nearly choked on my own breath. He had his mask off and was staring at it laying in his hands. My eyes were as round as full moons as I took in his profile. He was actually very handsome, his skin was smooth and even. His eyes looked black in the near total darkness. His jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed in thought. I silently thanked myself that I hadn't moved when I opened my eyes. He was tracing the designs on the mask with his thumb with a look of bitterness.

"I know you're awake." He didn't look up from his mask. Unsure if I should move or not I continued to stare at him with wide eyes.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm only a monster when I have to hide myself."

"What do you mean?" I tried to keep my voice as low and soft as possible in fear of setting him off.

"In this business, it's all about image. How you look. What gets peoples attention. They want superstars who are as close to flawless as possible. What girls hide with makeup, I hide with a mask."

He turned towards me and I couldn't stop myself before I gasped. There, under his right eye, was a long scar that stretched from his cheekbone down almost to his jaw. I quickly looked away from it but I could feel his eyes burning on me.

"When I was a kid, I grew up in a bad part of Mexico. One day as I was on my way home from school a group of boys attacked me. One had a knife, you can figure out the rest. I was only a little kid. My mami, she saw how upset I was. To have this big ugly gash on my face. So one day she made me a mask. Just like this one. I never left home without it on after that." My heart reached out for him. Swallowing my nervousness I looked back up to his face. His eyes were cast downward as I looked over the scar.

"What did you mean you're only a monster when you hide yourself." He laughed bitterly and I glanced around to make sure he didn't wake anyone.

"How would you feel, if you had some deformity on your face that makeup wouldn't hide. And in order to keep your job you had to hide behind a mask every minute of every day. Just so people won't see your face, and hate you or be disgusted by you." 

He was clenching his mask now. I felt my heart shattering. He had closed his eyes with a look of pain clouding his face. I had no idea... I reached out ever so slowly. I flinched when he gently grabbed my hand and placed my fingertips against his scar. It felt soft, cold, and smooth. His hand was still on mine as I traced the length of it gently. His eyes were still closed and it was impossible to tell, but I swore for a second I saw moisture glistening underneath his dark eyelashes.

"Rey..." He remained motionless.

"Rey... you can still be perfect. Even with your scar. We're all perfectly imperfect."

He let go of my hand and brushed my cheek lightly with his thumb. I was a little shocked when I thought I saw that familiar glitter of anger sparkle in his eyes for a second. It was very brief though, in fact I was struggling with myself over whether I had actually seen it or not. 

"How can you say that... when you're perfectly perfect?" He was already whispering to avoid being overheard, but it was even quieter now. I leaned in a tiny bit to hear him better.

"How can you say that, when you have nothing to hide. When you're already perfect." Though his hand gently held my cheek, he almost spat the words out in his hushed tone. He dropped his hand and once again he was looking down. I blinked slowly as it dawned on me. The reason he looked so angry before, the reason why he glared at everyone and kept to himself. He was jealous of them. He was jealous of their scar-less faces. It made my heart ache thinking about it. Why couldn't he see how wonderful he truly was?

"Rey, look I know we haven't properly gotten to know each other yet... but I grew up watching the WWE. You are one of the most gifted athletes to ever perform. Can't you see how many fans you have? Who love you because you are a hard-working and gifted athlete. They love you and your talent Rey, not your mask. I'm not asking you to give up your mask, I'm asking you to see through it. You are a wonderful person. Don't you see?" He locked his eyes with mine and they wavered sadly. When I was about to look away in defeat I saw warmth creep into them. The corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly.

"I'm serious, you are a hero to so many people. I know you've always been a hero to me. I was always told I would never make it in this business because I'm too small. That they would reject me the moment I tried. But I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to prove everyone wrong and overcome the odds. Only you can set your own limitations. You taught me that. And I just want to teach you that, as cliche as it sounds, it doesn't matter about what's outside. Your spirit, will power, determination, skill, and talent.. that's all inside. And I bet if you could see that you would have a heart of gold as well. And that's more important than perfect skin, clothes, hair, or anything superficial like that."

Before I knew it he had pulled me into a tight hug. He nestled he face into my shoulder.

"No one has ever said anything to me like that before. I've never given them the chance. You're right, I see now. Thank you chica, thank you so much.. you've helped me open my own eyes." He released me from his embrace but kept my hand and entwined our fingers. 

"Please, stay by my side, so I won't ever lose sight of myself again."

Looking at his beautiful face, I nodded. In the short time I had gotten to know him I understood that he needed someone like me. To help him see past his flaws. I would stay by his side.

- - - - - - - - - - -

When I awoke several hours later Rey was gently shaking me. I had fallen asleep with my head on his shoulder. I sat upright quickly. He laughed lightly and squeezed my hand. I blushed when I noticed fingers were still laced together. 

"We'll be landing soon." I nodded and double took when I realized he wasn't wearing his mask even though everyone was waking up and talking. Just as I was thinking that..

"Ayyy Rey, you're not wearing your mask!" Ryback was beaming as he took notice. Sheamus leaned forward. He looked shocked, then curious, then smiled. I felt Rey's hand tense up but it relaxed when Ryback said nothing about his scar.

"Yeah, I guess I wasn't feeling it today." Ryback and Sheamus each nodded in approval, still smiling.

"See? I told you. It's not as bad as you forced yourself to believe." I whispered to him.

He turned towards me. For the first time I saw a smile creep across his face. He quickly leaned in and kissed my cheek. I was a bit taken aback but couldn't help my smile. 

"I know I already told you, but thank you."

"Uh-huh." I answered as evenly as possibly but I was sure I was blushing madly. 

Not long later we were getting off the plane. Rey had not let go of my hand the entire time and I didn't even notice he hadn't until I saw Sheamus approaching us with a mixed reaction.

"Rey, fella. I don't reckon' I've see ya maskless before."

Rey looked down briefly and nodded. I smiled at Sheamus to assure him it was okay. Sheamus' face relaxed and he patted Rey's shoulder roughly.

"It's about time fella. I was begginin' to think you'd never take it off. So uhh..." He motioned down to Rey and I's hands and I started blushing again.

"She helped me see that I don't need to wear my mask to hide myself. That I can be myself. I asked her to stay by my side so I won't ever lose sight of myself again." Sheamus nodded his approval, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

"Does that mean you two are....?" Rey smiled briefly again. He took a deep breath.

"If she'll have me, I would be honored to call her mine." I bit my lip in shyness and nodded. He smiled happily and put an arm around my waist. 

"Awwww, now that's what I like ta see." I scowled playfully at Sheamus who scowled back. The three of us shared a laugh and we began our tour of London before the show. Who would have thought my first trip out of the country I would be arriving as Rey Mysterio's girlfriend?