After leaving Tori the first thing on Stu's mind was tracking down Molly and making sure she was okay. He was upset she had thrown him out of the exam room, but he knew that she was only trying to protect him. After obtaining her room number, 503, from the clerk at the front desk, he made his way up. He knocked a few times before a sleepy Bryan Danielson opened the door.

"She's not here," Bryan said through half open eyes. Sensing his confusion, Bryan continued. "Stephen wanted to keep an eye on her so we switched rooms. She's in rough shape."

Stu sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I feel like this is all my fault."

"Leave her alone tonight and let her get some rest." Bryan noticed Stu's suitcase at his feet. "If you need a place to sleep tonight, the couch pulls out."

"Thanks," Stu said. Bryan waved him into the hotel room. "I appreciate it." He rolled his suitcase in and took the pillows and cushions off of the pull out sofa. "Do you think that Stephen..."

"Nope," Bryan interrupted. "He's looking after her because he knows you can't."

"He knows she doesn't want me to," Stu said.

"Does it matter?" Bryan climbed back into bed and tried to drift off to sleep again. "You know it's not a good idea for you to get mixed up in this. And you know Molly doesn't want to see you because she is trying to protect you and your relationship."

Stu chuckled. "She doesn't have to worry about that anymore. I ended it with Tori."

Bryan sat back up in bed. "Seriously?" Stu nodded. "Dude, smart move. She was out of control tonight. I don't pretend to know anything about your relationship, but man, I've never seen anyone like that. She really wanted to hurt Molly."

"Well, she did," he said.

"You did the right thing. Is she going to be at Smackdown tomorrow?"

"I have no idea," Stu said. "I waited for her to come back to the room. When she did, she was drunk. So, I just told her it was over and left."

Bryan stared at him for a moment. "It's over? Just like that?"

"Well, that part of it anyway," Stu said.

"Dude, she almost ripped someones head off tonight for you. You don't think she's going to fight for you?"

Stu sighed. "If she's smart she won't."

Bryan's jaw dropped. "Again, she almost ripped someones head off tonight." He spoke deliberately for emphasis.

Stu grabbed his toiletry kit and walked towards the bathroom. "Valid point. I don't really want to think about any of this right now."

Molly woke up around 6am with a splitting headache. She sat up on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath to calm her stomach. She placed her hand on the night table and felt around for the other two aspirin in the dark. Stephen was fast asleep on the other bed. While reaching for her water glass she knocked it down. "Fuck," she whispered.

Stephen stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "Morning, lass. How are yeh feeling this mornin'?"

"My head is killing me. I'm sure my eyes look worse today."

Stephen couldn't bear to tell her the truth. It looked like the entire upper half of her face was swollen and bruised. "Naw, they look better, actually."

"Real convincing." She could tell he was lying through his teeth.

He bent down and picked up the cup she had knocked over. "Let me get you some water." He took another glance at her. "I'll run out and get you some ice too."

"I'll go get ready," she said. "We need to get on the road soon if we want to get some gym time in Toledo before the show.."

Stephen lraised an eyebrow. He couldn't believe she was contemplating doing anything physical. "You're not going to the gym, lass. Are you insane?"

Molly furrowed her brow. "No, I'm determined."

"Were you medically cleared last night? No, you weren't. So, I suggest you sit there and let me wait on you hand and foot until you're allowed to do anything for yourself. So stop acting so goddamn tough all the time and actually let yourself be upset about this!" He picked his cell phone up off the nightstand. "Huh..."

"What?" Molly asked. "Is the rumor mill afloat?"

Stephen shook his head. "No, Stu just texted me late last night to see how you were doing."

Intruiged, Molly's ears perked up. "Well, what did he say?"

"He's just worried about you."

Molly laughed. "You're hiding something. That's not all he said."

"And he broke up with Tori," Stephen said. "But I didn't say anything to you. He asked me not to."

Guilt came crashing down on Molly like a ton of bricks. Stephen's words hadn't resonated with her. "It's all my fault," she said.

"Are you serious, lass?" Molly nodded. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong so stop taking all the blame. Stu is a grown man. He can make his own decisions."

"But if I hadn't..."

"But what if you hadn't what, Molly? Joined the WWE? Taken Stu up on his generous offer? Allowed yourself to be rewarded for your hard work?" he said. He sat down next to her on the bed. "Stop blaming yourself." A tear rolled down Molly's cheek. "I think you may still be concussed," he said smiling. He gently ran his thumb under her eye to wipe away the tear, being careful not to press on the tender bruise. "You're a smart girl. Handle this professionally and good things will come to you."

Molly sat in front of Paul Levesque backstage. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was racing. She had no idea what to expect from this meeting. Paul had a hard time looking directly at Molly. Her bruises were horrifying. "I wanted to meet with you to discuss what happened last night during the Battle Royal with Victoria," Paul Levesque began. Molly nodded. "So, would you like to start?"

"I don't really know what to say," she said. "I think there was just some confusion in the..."

Paul put his hand up. "I'm going to stop you right there. It was blatantly obvious to all of us that what happened was not an accident. Now, we have yet to meet with Tori to discuss things, but we're seriously considering her termination over this."

"It's that serious?" Molly asked, deadpan. Paul nodded. "I don't think that's necessary. Tori doesn't have the same level of experience that other girls have, myself included. I'm not trying to say that I am better, but I've wrestled more shows and, no offense to you, my matches have also gone on for longer than 30 seconds. I think Tori is still green and she is going to make mistakes from time to time. She did the same thing to Beth a few months back and gave her a nasty shiner. Accidents happen."

Paul pointed at her eyes and her broken nose. "So, you're not mad about this?"

"No, I'm not," Molly lied. This was as much for her career as it was for Tori's. She didn't want to seem difficult and she certainly didn't want to create more problems with Tori.

There was a knock on the door. "You wanted to see me, Paul?" Tori stood at the door. A set of bright blue pumps on her feet and a black strapless dress hugging her curves.

Paul's tone became more serious. "Please, have a seat. I was just discussing the Battle Royal with Molly." Tori went to defend herself. "Now, before you start. I just wanted to say that we are still considering terminating your contract with the WWE over your actions last night." Tori again opened her mouth to speak. "Wait. But after talking with Molly, she has informed me that it was an accident. She reminded me that you did the same thing, accidentally, to Beth a few months ago. She also doesn't think that you should be terminated for what happened and that it was all a big miscommunication." Paul looked over at Molly. "Do I have that right, Molly?"

"Yes," she replied looking over at Tori.

"Molly raised another good point. I think you could benefit from more training and spending some time down at FCW."

Tori scoffed. "How long?"

Paul was getting annoyed. "As long as it takes, Ms. Crawford." He spoke slowly. "Now, you can either go to FCW or you can walk out that door and never come back."

"Actually," Molly interrupted. "I was thinking that Tori and I could work a program together."

"What?" Tori and Paul said almost simultaneously.

"The crowd loved what we did. They were really cheering for her after she slapped me. Obviously, she has the ability to connect with the audience. Why not have us work together?" She looked over at Tori. "I'm willing to put her over." Tori's mouth dropped open. "I think that this type of rivalry, outside of the title, could help rejuvinate the division."

Paul looked between the two women. "I'll think about it and get back to you next week. Molly, you should take next week off. Tori, I'm going to ask that you go to FCW tomorrow at 8am and train with Bill. Any questions? Good." He didn't even give the girls a chance to respond.

"Thank you," Molly stood up and exited the office with Tori following close behind.

"Oh, and Ms. Crawford?" Tori turned back to Paul. "If you ever pull something like that out there again I will fire you in a heartbeat." Tori swallowed hard, nodded, and exited the office. She noticed Molly was a few steps ahead of her.

"Molly!" Molly stopped walking and turned back towards Tori. "I just wanted to say 'thank you,'" she said.

"Go fuck yourself, Victoria." Molly turned and kept walking.

"What?" Tori asked confused.

Molly walked back over towards her. "I told you to go fuck yourself, Victoria. You are a dangerous and terrible person. Do you see what you did to me last night?" She pointed at her face. 'And all over what? Over Stu? Over Christina?" Tori was silent. "I'm only doing this because it's good for the division. I'm willing to put you over to stop you from doing this to others. I wasn't handed this opportunity like you were. I worked really hard to get where I am and I am not going to give up or get fired or let some model with a huge jealous streak keep me from being successful."

"Excuse me, some model?" Tori asked.

"Yes, Tori, some model." Molly threw her hands up in the air. "I'm so sick of this," she stated. "You have done nothing but treated me horribly since I started here. And I have done nothing wrong but be nice to you and try to be successful."

Stu and Stephen were walking down the hallway together towards the locker room when they stopped to witness the conversation from a safe distance behind some equipment.

"I'm sorry that Christina thinks that she deserves more opportunities than me, but why I was given them is out of my control. I'm sorry that your boyfriend offered me a place to sleep for a few weeks as a way to pay it forward." She took a step closer to Tori. "But what I am not sorry about is how absolutely awful you are going to feel when the program we work together elevates me in the division and leaves you behind."

A few more of the Divas and Superstars rallied around the two girls. Tori rolled her eyes. "Whatever..."

Molly smiled. "You can 'whatever' me all you want, Tori, I don't give a shit, but listen closely. If you ever try to intentionally hurt me again, I won't be so forgiving." Molly turned away and walked through the circle of superstars that had formed around them.

Tori stood in the center, embarrassed about all the attention. Everyone just stared, no one said anything. "What are you looking at?" she screamed as her heels stomped on the cement floor. One by one each superstar walked away from the circle. TJ shook his head in her Tori's direction while he wondered what happened the the sweet girl he had trained with at FCW. Celeste bit her lip in contemplation about walking away from her former friend. And both Anthony and Cody sighed deeply as they turned to walk away. Tori approached the one person that was left standing, Dalip Rana, or The Great Khali as he was known to the WWE Universe, but even he just shrugged and walked away.

"Holy shit," Stephen said. "I didn't know she had it in her."

Stu smiled. "I did..."

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