Trish walked along the hallway. A week had passed since Taker and Molly had died. And
now they were at Smackdown. She sighed as she passed by the diva's locker room. "Molly
should be in there." Trish said to herself. She walked down until she reached a dark
staircase that lead down to a basement. She thought she heard something.
"Hello?"
"Hi." A dark voice answered back. She was caught off guard by the answer so she glanced
further down the stairwell. "Who...who is there?" She heard a slight chuckle. She took a
step back when she heard some one walking up the steps. When she finally saw who it was
she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey Raven. What were you doing down there?" She said happily. He shot her a small
grin. "I was thinking." Trish crinkled her nose a little which caused Raven to smile wider.
"In the dark?"
"The darkness helps me think." She nodded slowly. "I guess everyone has their different
way of thinking." Raven nodded. "I better go, I got a match tonight." Trish perked up a
little, it had been a long time since Raven had wrestled. Everyone respected him as a
wrestler, he was one of the best.
"Good luck." She said cheerfully.
_______
Good luck? No one had wished him good luck since Molly. His precious Molly, how he
did really care for her. Come to think of it, Trish was kind of like Molly. She was pure and
kind, and a blonde. He liked blondes.
"Thanks Trish, I'm going for the Hardcore title." He smiled as he saw her eyes light up.
She must like champions he thought silently.
"So you're facing the little rookie huh? Maven's pretty good." Raven narrowed his eyes at
her a little bit when she said that. She couldn't help but laugh. She thought he looked cute
with his glasses on.
"He'll get a good match tonight." He said confidently. Trish smiled. He started walking
down the hall and he noticed she was walking beside him. He glanced over at Trish and
couldn't help but think, how much she looked like Molly.
"Hey Trish." His voice shook her from her thoughts. He was curious to what she was
thinking. "Yeah?" Her voice was so pure to him, Molly's voice was once pure, but she let
her own mistakes corrupt it. "You wanna go some where after the show?" He asked with
confidence that was much unlike him. She thought about it shortly before smiling.
"Sure." She said happily. Raven smiled, he had to make sure Trish didn't follow Molly's
path. He wouldn't let her.
_______
Raven waited backstage, his hand reached out and rubbed the soft curtain. It was time to
teach this new egomaniac a lesson. No one takes his title from him. He is the definition of
Hardcore. And nothing will stand in his way. No way. No how.
No one.
_______
No contest. That little punk talked all that smack and it was still no contest. Raven walked
down the hall way with his newly acquired Hardcore Championship around his waist. He
had a cocky smile plastered on his face. He suddenly heard a noise coming from the medic
room. He leaned against the wall and listened.
It was Maven.
He was claiming he was robbed. That little punk wasn't robbed. He was taught a true life
lesson. Thanks to the Raven effect. That little punk. He needed to be taught a lesson.
Raven had enough of people walking on him. He was better then all of them damnit.
Maybe it was time he made an example. Undertaker had taken his woman. Molly had
taken his heart. They were different. But Maven, he needed to be taught a lesson.
_______
Maven walked out to his rental car when he thought he heard a noise. He turned around
but saw nothing. So he took out the keys and put them in the lock. He opened the back
door and tossed his bag in and then he turned to open the front. He stopped and glanced
at the roof of his car. He picked up a black feather and stared at it.
"That's weird." He said slightly amused. He put the feather in his car and sat down in the
drivers seat. He started the car and turned the car's radio up. He began bobbing his head to
one of his favorite songs as he drove away.
To bad he never heard the small ticking noise.
_______
Trish walked up to Raven's door and knocked lightly. He answered the door and she
smiled brightly. He was wearing a black shirt with black pants. He had the Hardcore title
on his shoulder. She smiled when she noticed that big bad Raven was sucking on a
lollipop.
"You ready?" Raven asked huskily. She nodded and he held out his arm. She linked arms
with him as the two walked down the hall together.
now they were at Smackdown. She sighed as she passed by the diva's locker room. "Molly
should be in there." Trish said to herself. She walked down until she reached a dark
staircase that lead down to a basement. She thought she heard something.
"Hello?"
"Hi." A dark voice answered back. She was caught off guard by the answer so she glanced
further down the stairwell. "Who...who is there?" She heard a slight chuckle. She took a
step back when she heard some one walking up the steps. When she finally saw who it was
she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey Raven. What were you doing down there?" She said happily. He shot her a small
grin. "I was thinking." Trish crinkled her nose a little which caused Raven to smile wider.
"In the dark?"
"The darkness helps me think." She nodded slowly. "I guess everyone has their different
way of thinking." Raven nodded. "I better go, I got a match tonight." Trish perked up a
little, it had been a long time since Raven had wrestled. Everyone respected him as a
wrestler, he was one of the best.
"Good luck." She said cheerfully.
_______
Good luck? No one had wished him good luck since Molly. His precious Molly, how he
did really care for her. Come to think of it, Trish was kind of like Molly. She was pure and
kind, and a blonde. He liked blondes.
"Thanks Trish, I'm going for the Hardcore title." He smiled as he saw her eyes light up.
She must like champions he thought silently.
"So you're facing the little rookie huh? Maven's pretty good." Raven narrowed his eyes at
her a little bit when she said that. She couldn't help but laugh. She thought he looked cute
with his glasses on.
"He'll get a good match tonight." He said confidently. Trish smiled. He started walking
down the hall and he noticed she was walking beside him. He glanced over at Trish and
couldn't help but think, how much she looked like Molly.
"Hey Trish." His voice shook her from her thoughts. He was curious to what she was
thinking. "Yeah?" Her voice was so pure to him, Molly's voice was once pure, but she let
her own mistakes corrupt it. "You wanna go some where after the show?" He asked with
confidence that was much unlike him. She thought about it shortly before smiling.
"Sure." She said happily. Raven smiled, he had to make sure Trish didn't follow Molly's
path. He wouldn't let her.
_______
Raven waited backstage, his hand reached out and rubbed the soft curtain. It was time to
teach this new egomaniac a lesson. No one takes his title from him. He is the definition of
Hardcore. And nothing will stand in his way. No way. No how.
No one.
_______
No contest. That little punk talked all that smack and it was still no contest. Raven walked
down the hall way with his newly acquired Hardcore Championship around his waist. He
had a cocky smile plastered on his face. He suddenly heard a noise coming from the medic
room. He leaned against the wall and listened.
It was Maven.
He was claiming he was robbed. That little punk wasn't robbed. He was taught a true life
lesson. Thanks to the Raven effect. That little punk. He needed to be taught a lesson.
Raven had enough of people walking on him. He was better then all of them damnit.
Maybe it was time he made an example. Undertaker had taken his woman. Molly had
taken his heart. They were different. But Maven, he needed to be taught a lesson.
_______
Maven walked out to his rental car when he thought he heard a noise. He turned around
but saw nothing. So he took out the keys and put them in the lock. He opened the back
door and tossed his bag in and then he turned to open the front. He stopped and glanced
at the roof of his car. He picked up a black feather and stared at it.
"That's weird." He said slightly amused. He put the feather in his car and sat down in the
drivers seat. He started the car and turned the car's radio up. He began bobbing his head to
one of his favorite songs as he drove away.
To bad he never heard the small ticking noise.
_______
Trish walked up to Raven's door and knocked lightly. He answered the door and she
smiled brightly. He was wearing a black shirt with black pants. He had the Hardcore title
on his shoulder. She smiled when she noticed that big bad Raven was sucking on a
lollipop.
"You ready?" Raven asked huskily. She nodded and he held out his arm. She linked arms
with him as the two walked down the hall together.