Powers of Persuasion
What if Spike agreed to defect to the ECW/WCW alliance? And what if Molly had no choice but to go with him? (Molly's POV)
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"Well, Spike, I have something for you too." I blushed lightly as I said those words. The crowd seemed so… Unsuspecting. Spike seemed so unsuspecting. "Really?" Spike's face lit up. "What is it?" I played with the rose that Spike had just given me. I blushed even darker. "Well, I can't give it to you here,"
I leaned into Spike's ear and whispered to him what I had for him. Spike dropped the microphone and the crowd erupted in cheers. Who ever thought that Little Miss Alabama Molly Holly would want to do something like that?
"Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you, we don't want to waste anymore time, and good night," Spike said, obviously thrilled with what I had for him. He grabbed my hand and we were ready to leave. But…
The alliance's music played. Spike looked to me with a disappointed and disgusted look on his face. I gave it back to him. Mr. Paul Heyman was such a meanie! "Spike!" He said. "You have a broken leg." He then turned to the announcers. "Get this man a chair, please!" Paul was handed a chair and gave it to Spike. "Sit." He ordered.
Spike turned to me. "Molly, sit." I shook my head. "No, no, Spike. You." Spike took my elbow. "Sit." He said firmly. I sighed, defeated. "Oh, okay," I said, sitting down. "Don't you want to come back home, Spike? Come back home to ECW!" I gripped my hands tightly and looked up to Spike.
What was he going to say?
"No." He said. "I am grateful for everything that the ECW has done for me, but-" Paul smiled and clapped his hands together. "Perfect! Take care of your business with Molly and tomorrow morning, kiss her goodbye and come to the ECW offices."
Spike shook his head. "No." Paul frowned. "Why not?" Spike looked towards me and gave me a great big smile. "I am not leaving Molly." At that moment, I wanted to jump up and give him the biggest kiss anyone had ever seen. That sweet wonderful man of mine.
"Well, Molly is going to come with you, then! We need a gorgeous blonde like her! All it would take would be some lyposuction and breast implants." I jumped up. No way, you meanie! I thought. Spike held me down.
"You can't talk about my girlfriend like that!" Spike demanded. "You know what I am going to do?" I smiled. I knew what was coming up. He was going to say 'I am gonna kick your ass!' But I gasped when it didn't come. Spike rested his cane on my chair. "I am going to join you." Spike gave Paul his hand and then they shook it.
I looked on, wide-eyed. This was unbelievable! Spike, MY Spike, was a benedict Arnold! He was betraying the WWF, he was betraying himself, and he was betraying… Me. He just said a moment ago he loved me. Then Paul Heyman brainwashed him. He used his powers of persuasion.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Spike nodded, shaking Paul's hand once last time. "Spike," I cried when we got back to the hotel. "How could you say yes?" Spike grinned and propped himself up with his elbows. "The alliance is winning! They're dominant! Surely the Rock isn't going to come back to such a horrible, losing federation."
I shrugged. "If the Rock comes back to them, he'll make them dominant." Spike rolled his eyes. "You worry too much, Molly." I frowned. "Where does this leave me in the alliance? I am going to have to get surgery done." Spike leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Lyposuction and breast implants will make you look sexier."
"I thought you loved me."
"I do."
"Then why are you acting like this?"
"Oh, Molly."
Spike rolled over and turned off the lamp. I sighed in the darkness, and had no choice but to fall asleep, too.