Title: My Immortal by Evanescence
Author: Sweet Steffie
Rating: PG 13 (angst, language, disturbing thoughts)
Characters: Molly Holly, Dawn Marie, Trish Stratus
Summary: The beautiful divas remember some painful memories from there childhood.
Note: This is a song fic. For each part of a song I will do a different diva. I do not know the domestic situation of the divas, for this is pure fiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
~*~I'm so tired of being here~*~
~*~Suppressed by all my childish fears~*~
~*~And if you have to leave~*~
~*~I wish that you would just leave~*~
~*~'Cause your presence still lingers here~*~
~*~And it won't leave me alone~*~
Molly Holly:
Molly sat alone in her kitchen, fidgeting with something in her hand. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, her feet swaying back and forth and side to side. It was about 7 p.m. and Molly had just taken a shower. She wore a little floral nightgown and her beautiful brown hair was pinned loosely in a clip. For she had been sitting there for over an hour now, mumbling the calculations that she was figuring out in her head.
"Ok, if I had 2 potatoes, cook them plain for 12 minutes at a temperature of ummmmm. How many degrees was it again?" she said. She groaned in frustration, flinging her hands in the air. She scrunched the paper up in her hand while making a fist, nearly turning her knuckles white. "Fuck!" she screamed, wiping a few fly away strands of hair away from her eyes. She then took in a deep breath and carefully opened the folded piece of paper.
"Ok Molly, again. We are going to try to count calories. We can't have more than 3000 calories," she said. She pushed a chuck of brown hair behind her hair, and continued counting. "Ok, 3 times 370, plus 4 times 215," she mumbled. She suddenly lost track of her count. "Damn it! Forget it!" she yelled, tearing the paper up to shreds and throwing them on the floor. She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a bag of chips. "My butt is as big as Texas already. How much bigger could it get?" she sarcastically told herself.
She jumped back on the counter and started to munch on her chips. A few tears poured out of her eyes, seeing her reflection in fridge. "Yeah, fat Molly can't ever be as pretty as Dawn or Trish," she thought to herself. Another tear fell on her thigh. "That's what mom always used to say," she thought. Molly dropped the bag to her side, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Yes, mother knows best right? Molly's mother always used to yell at her, telling her she wasn't pretty enough, or skinny enough to ever be popular like the cheerleaders in school. Molly's mother would but her on strict diets, which looked more like starvation and sent her to fat camp in the summer vacation. But Molly couldn't help it. Molly was big boned. And now in her womanhood, people still made comments on her weight. Sure, she wasn't as skinny as Stacy, but she wasn't as fat as Rakishi.
There was a time that Molly thought she was very pretty and she really did like her figure. Hell, she had the affection of the King of the World, Chris Jericho. They had a relationship, and Chris made her feel things she never felt before. Chris had taken her virginity and they were both madly in love with each other. But then the comments came back and made Molly so insecure that it scarred her mind and she pushed Chris away, ultimately costing her the relationship.
Molly shook her head, and slipped off the counter, heading to the fridge. She took out some food, seemingly ready to cook dinner that she had spent the last 2 hours trying to figure out how to cook it. "Ok, 3 potatoes..," she began. She picked up the potato and looked at it. She thought for a moment and then smiled. "We are going to have a fine nice dinner, my butt. And we are not counting calories," she said with a soft smile, holding her butt for a second.
With that she started peeling 8 potatoes, and hummed a nice tune while preparing a fine dinner for herself and her butt.
~*~When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears~*~
~*~When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears~*~
~*~I held your hand through all of these years~*~
~*~But you still have~*~
~*~All of me~*~
Dawn Marie:
Dawn Marie sat on the balcony of her hotel room, gazing up at the sky. It was already 2 a.m. but Dawn didn't go to bed. She instead wrapped herself in her blanket and stumbled her way to the seat. She closed the door behind her, not wanting to wake her boyfriend, John Cena, who was fast asleep in bed. For something had been bothering Dawn the whole night now, although she didn't exactly understand why.
Earlier that day, she along with the rest of the company was invited to the baby party that Shane McMahon and his wife were holding in honor of the birth of their first child. All the the party was going well, but the second Dawn saw Shane hold his new born child in his arms, all the memories came flooding back. Dawn wished that her father held her like that, but that never happened.
When Dawn was a child, she was a victim of child and domestic abuse. Her father was overall a really nice guy. Dawn was an only child, and even though her father wished she was a boy, he still loved his baby girl. He would take her fishing and camping, and they would watch sports together. But when her father got drunk, all hell broke loose. He would first start yelling, then h would hit her mother. Eventually, he started hitting her. In the beginning the beatings were few and far apart, but then hey became more frequent up to a point where she would end up with broken bones.
There were no more fishing trips and no more superbowl Sundays. Once a respected business man, he lost his job and became a couch potato. More tears fell out of Dawn's eyes when she remembered the last beating. He was mad that Dawn didn't get his beer fast enough and so he beat her, breaking the bottle over her head. Thankfully, he passed out, and her mother called the police, and he was charged and sent to prison. Sure, Dawn went to visit him often, and to this day she still does. He may have learned his lesson, but Dawn would never forget those childhood nightmares for the rest of her life.
Reality came back to her when she felt little rain drops falling on her head. Dawn looked up to the cloudy skies, biting her lower lip. With a loud thunder clap, the rain suddenly came pouring down hard, crashing on her body. But Dawn didn't run for cover. Frankly, she didn't move at all. She just sat in the chair, pulling her knees up to her body and crying softly.
~*~You used to captivate me~*~
~*~By your resonating light~*~
~*~Now I'm bound by the life you left behind~*~
~*~Your face it haunts~*~
~*~My once pleasant dreams~*~
~*~Your voice it chased away~*~
~*~All the sanity in me~*~
Trish sat at her vanity table, combing her long blond hair. The rain was pouring hard outside, the thunder and lightning causing the petit blond to lightly jump up. "Damn rain," she mumbled to herself. She continued to comb her hair, brushing the wet strands straight. She was getting ready for bed, seeing how she was exhausted out of her mind. She had a match on Raw earlier that night against Jazz, and jazz gave her one hell of a beating.
A soft snoring coming from the bed caught Trish' attention. She smiled at the sweet little noises that her boyfriend Shawn Michaels was making. She looked at him, noticing that he was sleeping on his stomach. He had one hell of a brutal match with Randy Orton that night as well, and his back was killing him. She sighed and laid down her brush, and leaned into the mirror, ready to take out her contacts. She searched the table for her lens holder, looking everywhere as it was not in eyes view. She opened the drawer and smiled when she found it. She took her lenses out and placed them in the case, and laid it back in the drawer.
Trish was about to close the drawer, when something caught her eye. She opened the drawer entirely, and let out a soft gasp at what she saw. She picked up her thick black pair of glasses that were taped up at the bridge heavily with layers of tape. "I can't believe I still have them," she gasped to herself. She contemplated for a moment, but them decided to put them on. A smile appeared on her face at the goofy reflection she saw in the mirror. But that smile was quickly overrun by bad memories:
When Trish was a child, she had a bad eye problem. At the age of 6, she was already wearing thick glasses. Everybody used to make fun of her at school, and always tormented her, kicking her and tripping her so that she would fall. If it was just children at school, then Trish would just rub it off. But even her own family would make fun of her. Her cousins would tease her, her uncles would point and laugh. But worst of all, her mother would keep berating her.
Her mother would keep yelling at her if she didn't read fast enough, and she scream if Trish would do something wrong. Sometimes she would yell at God, asking him what she did to get such a cursed child. For Trish' condition was bad. At age 11 she needed an eye operation. Even though her parents were rich, her mother would say out loud that she would rather shop than worry about her cursed little piece of worthless shit.
Trish quickly took the glasses off and threw them in the waste paper basket, tears pouring out of her eyes. 8 operations later, her eye sight was perfect, and the glasses were no more needed. She sniffled for a moment and then got up, heading towards the bed. She crawled under the covers, kissing Shawn on his shoulder. "Goodnight sweets," she whispered, turning off the light, thinking about her retched childhood.
After about 10 minutes for tears falling, Trish got up and picked up the glasses, kissed the lenses and put them safely in the drawer, before slipping back to bed.
~*~When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears~*~
~*~When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears~*~
~*~I held your hand through all of these years~*~
~*~But you still have~*~
~*~All of me~*~
Ok, that was chapter one. I hope you like it as much as I did.
Now I want to do all of the divas, each with bad childhood memories. In each chapter I will use this song, "My Immortal" by Evanescence.
Next Chapter, Stephanie McMahon, Lita and Ivory.
Author: Sweet Steffie
Rating: PG 13 (angst, language, disturbing thoughts)
Characters: Molly Holly, Dawn Marie, Trish Stratus
Summary: The beautiful divas remember some painful memories from there childhood.
Note: This is a song fic. For each part of a song I will do a different diva. I do not know the domestic situation of the divas, for this is pure fiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
~*~I'm so tired of being here~*~
~*~Suppressed by all my childish fears~*~
~*~And if you have to leave~*~
~*~I wish that you would just leave~*~
~*~'Cause your presence still lingers here~*~
~*~And it won't leave me alone~*~
Molly Holly:
Molly sat alone in her kitchen, fidgeting with something in her hand. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, her feet swaying back and forth and side to side. It was about 7 p.m. and Molly had just taken a shower. She wore a little floral nightgown and her beautiful brown hair was pinned loosely in a clip. For she had been sitting there for over an hour now, mumbling the calculations that she was figuring out in her head.
"Ok, if I had 2 potatoes, cook them plain for 12 minutes at a temperature of ummmmm. How many degrees was it again?" she said. She groaned in frustration, flinging her hands in the air. She scrunched the paper up in her hand while making a fist, nearly turning her knuckles white. "Fuck!" she screamed, wiping a few fly away strands of hair away from her eyes. She then took in a deep breath and carefully opened the folded piece of paper.
"Ok Molly, again. We are going to try to count calories. We can't have more than 3000 calories," she said. She pushed a chuck of brown hair behind her hair, and continued counting. "Ok, 3 times 370, plus 4 times 215," she mumbled. She suddenly lost track of her count. "Damn it! Forget it!" she yelled, tearing the paper up to shreds and throwing them on the floor. She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a bag of chips. "My butt is as big as Texas already. How much bigger could it get?" she sarcastically told herself.
She jumped back on the counter and started to munch on her chips. A few tears poured out of her eyes, seeing her reflection in fridge. "Yeah, fat Molly can't ever be as pretty as Dawn or Trish," she thought to herself. Another tear fell on her thigh. "That's what mom always used to say," she thought. Molly dropped the bag to her side, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Yes, mother knows best right? Molly's mother always used to yell at her, telling her she wasn't pretty enough, or skinny enough to ever be popular like the cheerleaders in school. Molly's mother would but her on strict diets, which looked more like starvation and sent her to fat camp in the summer vacation. But Molly couldn't help it. Molly was big boned. And now in her womanhood, people still made comments on her weight. Sure, she wasn't as skinny as Stacy, but she wasn't as fat as Rakishi.
There was a time that Molly thought she was very pretty and she really did like her figure. Hell, she had the affection of the King of the World, Chris Jericho. They had a relationship, and Chris made her feel things she never felt before. Chris had taken her virginity and they were both madly in love with each other. But then the comments came back and made Molly so insecure that it scarred her mind and she pushed Chris away, ultimately costing her the relationship.
Molly shook her head, and slipped off the counter, heading to the fridge. She took out some food, seemingly ready to cook dinner that she had spent the last 2 hours trying to figure out how to cook it. "Ok, 3 potatoes..," she began. She picked up the potato and looked at it. She thought for a moment and then smiled. "We are going to have a fine nice dinner, my butt. And we are not counting calories," she said with a soft smile, holding her butt for a second.
With that she started peeling 8 potatoes, and hummed a nice tune while preparing a fine dinner for herself and her butt.
~*~When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears~*~
~*~When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears~*~
~*~I held your hand through all of these years~*~
~*~But you still have~*~
~*~All of me~*~
Dawn Marie:
Dawn Marie sat on the balcony of her hotel room, gazing up at the sky. It was already 2 a.m. but Dawn didn't go to bed. She instead wrapped herself in her blanket and stumbled her way to the seat. She closed the door behind her, not wanting to wake her boyfriend, John Cena, who was fast asleep in bed. For something had been bothering Dawn the whole night now, although she didn't exactly understand why.
Earlier that day, she along with the rest of the company was invited to the baby party that Shane McMahon and his wife were holding in honor of the birth of their first child. All the the party was going well, but the second Dawn saw Shane hold his new born child in his arms, all the memories came flooding back. Dawn wished that her father held her like that, but that never happened.
When Dawn was a child, she was a victim of child and domestic abuse. Her father was overall a really nice guy. Dawn was an only child, and even though her father wished she was a boy, he still loved his baby girl. He would take her fishing and camping, and they would watch sports together. But when her father got drunk, all hell broke loose. He would first start yelling, then h would hit her mother. Eventually, he started hitting her. In the beginning the beatings were few and far apart, but then hey became more frequent up to a point where she would end up with broken bones.
There were no more fishing trips and no more superbowl Sundays. Once a respected business man, he lost his job and became a couch potato. More tears fell out of Dawn's eyes when she remembered the last beating. He was mad that Dawn didn't get his beer fast enough and so he beat her, breaking the bottle over her head. Thankfully, he passed out, and her mother called the police, and he was charged and sent to prison. Sure, Dawn went to visit him often, and to this day she still does. He may have learned his lesson, but Dawn would never forget those childhood nightmares for the rest of her life.
Reality came back to her when she felt little rain drops falling on her head. Dawn looked up to the cloudy skies, biting her lower lip. With a loud thunder clap, the rain suddenly came pouring down hard, crashing on her body. But Dawn didn't run for cover. Frankly, she didn't move at all. She just sat in the chair, pulling her knees up to her body and crying softly.
~*~You used to captivate me~*~
~*~By your resonating light~*~
~*~Now I'm bound by the life you left behind~*~
~*~Your face it haunts~*~
~*~My once pleasant dreams~*~
~*~Your voice it chased away~*~
~*~All the sanity in me~*~
Trish sat at her vanity table, combing her long blond hair. The rain was pouring hard outside, the thunder and lightning causing the petit blond to lightly jump up. "Damn rain," she mumbled to herself. She continued to comb her hair, brushing the wet strands straight. She was getting ready for bed, seeing how she was exhausted out of her mind. She had a match on Raw earlier that night against Jazz, and jazz gave her one hell of a beating.
A soft snoring coming from the bed caught Trish' attention. She smiled at the sweet little noises that her boyfriend Shawn Michaels was making. She looked at him, noticing that he was sleeping on his stomach. He had one hell of a brutal match with Randy Orton that night as well, and his back was killing him. She sighed and laid down her brush, and leaned into the mirror, ready to take out her contacts. She searched the table for her lens holder, looking everywhere as it was not in eyes view. She opened the drawer and smiled when she found it. She took her lenses out and placed them in the case, and laid it back in the drawer.
Trish was about to close the drawer, when something caught her eye. She opened the drawer entirely, and let out a soft gasp at what she saw. She picked up her thick black pair of glasses that were taped up at the bridge heavily with layers of tape. "I can't believe I still have them," she gasped to herself. She contemplated for a moment, but them decided to put them on. A smile appeared on her face at the goofy reflection she saw in the mirror. But that smile was quickly overrun by bad memories:
When Trish was a child, she had a bad eye problem. At the age of 6, she was already wearing thick glasses. Everybody used to make fun of her at school, and always tormented her, kicking her and tripping her so that she would fall. If it was just children at school, then Trish would just rub it off. But even her own family would make fun of her. Her cousins would tease her, her uncles would point and laugh. But worst of all, her mother would keep berating her.
Her mother would keep yelling at her if she didn't read fast enough, and she scream if Trish would do something wrong. Sometimes she would yell at God, asking him what she did to get such a cursed child. For Trish' condition was bad. At age 11 she needed an eye operation. Even though her parents were rich, her mother would say out loud that she would rather shop than worry about her cursed little piece of worthless shit.
Trish quickly took the glasses off and threw them in the waste paper basket, tears pouring out of her eyes. 8 operations later, her eye sight was perfect, and the glasses were no more needed. She sniffled for a moment and then got up, heading towards the bed. She crawled under the covers, kissing Shawn on his shoulder. "Goodnight sweets," she whispered, turning off the light, thinking about her retched childhood.
After about 10 minutes for tears falling, Trish got up and picked up the glasses, kissed the lenses and put them safely in the drawer, before slipping back to bed.
~*~When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears~*~
~*~When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears~*~
~*~I held your hand through all of these years~*~
~*~But you still have~*~
~*~All of me~*~
Ok, that was chapter one. I hope you like it as much as I did.
Now I want to do all of the divas, each with bad childhood memories. In each chapter I will use this song, "My Immortal" by Evanescence.
Next Chapter, Stephanie McMahon, Lita and Ivory.