Title: Stripped Innocence
Author: Me. E-mail:
Bubblegumpopluva@wmconnect.com
Type: Lets just say more than 5 chapters.
Rating: R Spoilers: Ummm I'm taking you back to before Molly won the title.
Characters: Molly Holly, Spike Dudley, Hurricane Helms, Shannon Moore, Edge, Trish Stratus, and Stacey Kiebler. That's about it for now.
Summary: Molly Holly, sweet, innocent, honest kid right? Wrong, follow Molly through her tribulations in the WWE/F from when she first arrived to the latest fabrications.
I wonder how clear it must look from there to here
No obstruction, this selfish corruption
All in this atmosphere
"Molly!" A tall blonde man called out to the young blonde woman sitting on one of the crates outside near the buses. The girl he referred to as Molly slowly removed her gaze from the setting sun to his hard face. "You ready for you debut?" She nodded and hopped off the crate taking in all her surroundings.
"Ready?" She said to herself confidently. "I was born ready for this moment."
And right she was. After coming backstage prior to her debut her body was singing with adrenaline which sweetly coursed through her body. Her heart was racing and her stomach twisted into perfect knots. Bouncing along as happy as can be she didn't realize she was about to walk right into someone. When she fell backwards she whimpered a slight remark about a bump in the road. Her eyes raised to the face of her bump and she gasped slightly and blushed. She'd seen him before about a thousand times. His clear face and dark hair was in such a contrast to hers that they painted a sharp oil painting.
No fear, less tears, only time to catch my breath
I fail to inhale
Your love constricts my chest
"Molly you alright?" Gregory Helms asked. "Or should I refer to you as madness?"
"I'm fine and it's Molly Greggie." She laughed when he scowled. He'd hated that nickname but relented and let her use it. It wasn't a big thing but it sounded sweet when it rolled off her tongue.
"Here." He said helping her to her feet.
Confusion blinded me, mental and physically
And it's because of you that now I can see
So now can I run? I follow the Son and ride on to Zion
And dance this last song of freedom
"So how do you like it here?" He asked.
But only time will tell, if it's truly for real
Can't change your mind, all I know this is what I feel
Whether I'm wrong or right, please keep my life in sight
And never take you eyes off me
"I love it!" Molly said she looked at his costume.
"And what is that you're wearing?" She asked.
"What don't I look hot?" He raised an eyebrow. He was in a green cape and black and green tights with a green shirt on with a large H.
"Want be that you are a superhero?" She asked.
As I look up to the sky today
Well I can see you looking down on me
It brings a smile to my face again
Satellite
"Want be that I need a sidekick" He countered. "I'm presenting the costume to Jeff and Matt Hardy. They kinda dared me to think of my own superhero and try to get it over in WCW. I really don't think the fans will like Hurricane over Sugar Shane Helms."
"I don't think so." Molly laughed.
"Oh come on!" Gregory protested.
"I just debuted!" Molly said.
It's truly one of a kind, like star shine, beyond night time, are you there
My eyes stare to find, just what's behind this blind notion of mine, is it genuine
Cause sometimes, it plays tricks with my mind, some call it asinine
"And you were great. I'll be here if you need me." Gregory walked off down the hall.
"Thanks." Molly said to herself turning around and walking off to the women's locker room to watch the rest of the show while she was getting ready to go to the hotel. Gregory Helms turned around and looked back at the bouncing golden strands of hair as she turned the corner. Something told him that she'd need him soon.
*~* Two years later *~*
A now brunette Molly Holly rode in the back of the bus by herself. Her WWE Women's Championship belt in the seat next to her. She wore a pair of silver and green headphones and the sounds of Tool reverberated in her head. A light laughter broke through the music and she turned down the sound. Sitting up curiously she looked across the seats seeing Trish Stratus and Stacey Kiebler laughing and giggling together. Sighing she was about to sit back down when Trish looked back at her and started laughing again. Rolling her eyes she sat back in her seat. Leaning her head against the cool glass window she sighed feeling a shiver and a cold wall go up around her.
"Can you believe her.. She acts like she's too good for us!" Stacey laughed.
But it's like love or hate, now is that real or fake?
Cause it's a real thin line, but that's your choice to make
The question at hand, help me understand, is this your plan?
I think I can, can I think, then I think I can
"Well maybe when she looses that belt she'll be back to sweet bubble headed Molly." Trish snickered doing an imitation of Molly 2 years before when she first arrived.
Something inside Molly hardened and she hugged her belt to her chest. Was it worth it? Sitting in on the warm bus she was cold inside. No friends and no real allies, she was a top diva but what was that when she had no one to share it with. Closing her eyes she let a lone tear crawl down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she covered her sob by choking it back. Not bothering to care when the tears stained her make-up and left black lines of mascara rippling down her face she covered another sob.
Because I won't break (nah), and I won't shake (nah)
With lifted hands to this Man (Jah), I'll stand in faith
I'll make it through, my trust in you
Close my eyes, make a wish, kiss the sky
She'd given up everything for that belt. She'd given up her family, friends, her once and only true love. And she had what she wanted the shiny gold belt was in her arms against her white sweatshirt. But she still wasn't happy. No one gave a damn when she cried. And those who did wanted to take advantage of her and leave her lying in the dirt. She was bitter and hurting she'd lost her last friend in Stephanie McMahon when she called her a fake bitch backstage when she was consoling her over her break- up.
"I don't like this." Molly whispered. She'd turned to something she never wanted to turn to she hated it but yet she loved it. Grabbing her purse she jumped up from her seat to the back bathroom. As she went to knock on the door someone stepped out. She looked up into the face of Shannon Moore. The young blonde rookie smiled tentatively at her. Like everyone else did. Damn she screamed in her head. With out noticing she dropped her bag and bent slowly to return it. Shannon went to help her when he saw the contents. His eyes widened the size of saucers and she acted quickly.
"What?" She growled at him silently pleading for him to go away.
"N-Nothing." He responded walking away shaking his head. She hoped he wouldn't remember what he saw or at least he'd forget about it. Walking into the small bathroom she slammed the door shut behind her. Opening her purse she frantically searched for her love. The small bottle smiled slimily at her. It glittered in the light and she held it up opening it she saw she had only a small amount of it left. Pulling the lid off she pulled it to her nose. Pushing down her other nostril she threw her head back taking in all of the white powder. Her eyes watered for a moment after and she whimpered as the drug took effect. She smiled dizzily and placed everything back in her purse. Holding her purse to her like it was precious. She walked out and went back to her seat.
As I look up to the sky today
Well I can see you looking down on me
It brings a smile to my face again
Satellite
Song is by P.O.D. titled "Satellite"
Author: Me. E-mail:
Bubblegumpopluva@wmconnect.com
Type: Lets just say more than 5 chapters.
Rating: R Spoilers: Ummm I'm taking you back to before Molly won the title.
Characters: Molly Holly, Spike Dudley, Hurricane Helms, Shannon Moore, Edge, Trish Stratus, and Stacey Kiebler. That's about it for now.
Summary: Molly Holly, sweet, innocent, honest kid right? Wrong, follow Molly through her tribulations in the WWE/F from when she first arrived to the latest fabrications.
I wonder how clear it must look from there to here
No obstruction, this selfish corruption
All in this atmosphere
"Molly!" A tall blonde man called out to the young blonde woman sitting on one of the crates outside near the buses. The girl he referred to as Molly slowly removed her gaze from the setting sun to his hard face. "You ready for you debut?" She nodded and hopped off the crate taking in all her surroundings.
"Ready?" She said to herself confidently. "I was born ready for this moment."
And right she was. After coming backstage prior to her debut her body was singing with adrenaline which sweetly coursed through her body. Her heart was racing and her stomach twisted into perfect knots. Bouncing along as happy as can be she didn't realize she was about to walk right into someone. When she fell backwards she whimpered a slight remark about a bump in the road. Her eyes raised to the face of her bump and she gasped slightly and blushed. She'd seen him before about a thousand times. His clear face and dark hair was in such a contrast to hers that they painted a sharp oil painting.
No fear, less tears, only time to catch my breath
I fail to inhale
Your love constricts my chest
"Molly you alright?" Gregory Helms asked. "Or should I refer to you as madness?"
"I'm fine and it's Molly Greggie." She laughed when he scowled. He'd hated that nickname but relented and let her use it. It wasn't a big thing but it sounded sweet when it rolled off her tongue.
"Here." He said helping her to her feet.
Confusion blinded me, mental and physically
And it's because of you that now I can see
So now can I run? I follow the Son and ride on to Zion
And dance this last song of freedom
"So how do you like it here?" He asked.
But only time will tell, if it's truly for real
Can't change your mind, all I know this is what I feel
Whether I'm wrong or right, please keep my life in sight
And never take you eyes off me
"I love it!" Molly said she looked at his costume.
"And what is that you're wearing?" She asked.
"What don't I look hot?" He raised an eyebrow. He was in a green cape and black and green tights with a green shirt on with a large H.
"Want be that you are a superhero?" She asked.
As I look up to the sky today
Well I can see you looking down on me
It brings a smile to my face again
Satellite
"Want be that I need a sidekick" He countered. "I'm presenting the costume to Jeff and Matt Hardy. They kinda dared me to think of my own superhero and try to get it over in WCW. I really don't think the fans will like Hurricane over Sugar Shane Helms."
"I don't think so." Molly laughed.
"Oh come on!" Gregory protested.
"I just debuted!" Molly said.
It's truly one of a kind, like star shine, beyond night time, are you there
My eyes stare to find, just what's behind this blind notion of mine, is it genuine
Cause sometimes, it plays tricks with my mind, some call it asinine
"And you were great. I'll be here if you need me." Gregory walked off down the hall.
"Thanks." Molly said to herself turning around and walking off to the women's locker room to watch the rest of the show while she was getting ready to go to the hotel. Gregory Helms turned around and looked back at the bouncing golden strands of hair as she turned the corner. Something told him that she'd need him soon.
*~* Two years later *~*
A now brunette Molly Holly rode in the back of the bus by herself. Her WWE Women's Championship belt in the seat next to her. She wore a pair of silver and green headphones and the sounds of Tool reverberated in her head. A light laughter broke through the music and she turned down the sound. Sitting up curiously she looked across the seats seeing Trish Stratus and Stacey Kiebler laughing and giggling together. Sighing she was about to sit back down when Trish looked back at her and started laughing again. Rolling her eyes she sat back in her seat. Leaning her head against the cool glass window she sighed feeling a shiver and a cold wall go up around her.
"Can you believe her.. She acts like she's too good for us!" Stacey laughed.
But it's like love or hate, now is that real or fake?
Cause it's a real thin line, but that's your choice to make
The question at hand, help me understand, is this your plan?
I think I can, can I think, then I think I can
"Well maybe when she looses that belt she'll be back to sweet bubble headed Molly." Trish snickered doing an imitation of Molly 2 years before when she first arrived.
Something inside Molly hardened and she hugged her belt to her chest. Was it worth it? Sitting in on the warm bus she was cold inside. No friends and no real allies, she was a top diva but what was that when she had no one to share it with. Closing her eyes she let a lone tear crawl down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she covered her sob by choking it back. Not bothering to care when the tears stained her make-up and left black lines of mascara rippling down her face she covered another sob.
Because I won't break (nah), and I won't shake (nah)
With lifted hands to this Man (Jah), I'll stand in faith
I'll make it through, my trust in you
Close my eyes, make a wish, kiss the sky
She'd given up everything for that belt. She'd given up her family, friends, her once and only true love. And she had what she wanted the shiny gold belt was in her arms against her white sweatshirt. But she still wasn't happy. No one gave a damn when she cried. And those who did wanted to take advantage of her and leave her lying in the dirt. She was bitter and hurting she'd lost her last friend in Stephanie McMahon when she called her a fake bitch backstage when she was consoling her over her break- up.
"I don't like this." Molly whispered. She'd turned to something she never wanted to turn to she hated it but yet she loved it. Grabbing her purse she jumped up from her seat to the back bathroom. As she went to knock on the door someone stepped out. She looked up into the face of Shannon Moore. The young blonde rookie smiled tentatively at her. Like everyone else did. Damn she screamed in her head. With out noticing she dropped her bag and bent slowly to return it. Shannon went to help her when he saw the contents. His eyes widened the size of saucers and she acted quickly.
"What?" She growled at him silently pleading for him to go away.
"N-Nothing." He responded walking away shaking his head. She hoped he wouldn't remember what he saw or at least he'd forget about it. Walking into the small bathroom she slammed the door shut behind her. Opening her purse she frantically searched for her love. The small bottle smiled slimily at her. It glittered in the light and she held it up opening it she saw she had only a small amount of it left. Pulling the lid off she pulled it to her nose. Pushing down her other nostril she threw her head back taking in all of the white powder. Her eyes watered for a moment after and she whimpered as the drug took effect. She smiled dizzily and placed everything back in her purse. Holding her purse to her like it was precious. She walked out and went back to her seat.
As I look up to the sky today
Well I can see you looking down on me
It brings a smile to my face again
Satellite
Song is by P.O.D. titled "Satellite"
