Edge approached Christian who was sitting down, tying his shoes.

Edge stood in front of Christian, who was still oblivious that anyone was approaching him.

He watched as Christian recognized Edge's shoes, hastily getting up.

"What do you want Edge?"

"I'm here to, what's the word? Make an agreement."

"Tell me, why would I want to make a deal with you of all people?"

"Because I'm about to make you an offer you can't refuse."

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Molly was fuming as she walked down the hall.

Who does Trish think she is? She doesn't know who she just messed with.

She thought she had found the perfect target when she had set her sights on Jeff. The daring, emerald eyed, younger brother of Matt Hardy. She had misjudged him though, he proved to be much smarter than she had expected him to be.

Spike

It had all started with Spike Dudley. She laughed as she thought back. There was one time when she had almost fallen for Spike Dudley. The weakling. She was too inexperienced then, too trusting. But she found out that could be costly, so she had shown him who was boss. She had tired of him quickly, though he lasted longer than most, he just didn't have what it took to be kept for too long. Spike was just another broken toy after she was finished with him.

Edge

Another bad choice, just one after the other. He was useful when he was still a tag team with his brother Christian, but it went all downhill after they had seperated. He was the one who cracked the fine work she had put into making sure no one found out who she really was, how cruel she could be.

And now Jeff.

She had to choose wisely now, someone who she could depend on, someone who wouldn't leave her before a big match. Someone who had respect from the wrestlers and her.

Undertaker.

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"So what you're saying is you actually want to get back to being E&C?" Christian asked, somewhat uneasily, unsure if this was a setup.

"Christian, what's past is past. I'm willing to forget the backstabbings, the attacks, all of it if you will. It's there, plain as night and day. What's stopping you? The chances of you getting back together with Molly as a team are practically non-existing, what have you got to lose?"

"Molly loves me, when she's ready, she'll come back."

"If she loved you, don't you think she would be with you right now instead of hanging with the Hardy?" Edge said, being able to relate to what Christian was feeling, because he, like Christian, had been fooled by Molly's charms and beautiful exterior which in no way reflected what she was like on the inside.

"I-I…" Christian's face reddened, he had no excuses for Molly's behavior as of late, maybe Edge was right.

"Stop trying to make up lame excuses for her, you know you don't even believe it yourself, so why even bother?"

Christian sighed. "Ok if I said I'll give this a try…"

Edge shook hands with Christian, grinning, "Then I would say you made the best choice you could brother. It's good to have you back."

Christian laughed, for what seemed like the first time in a long time, with Edge. "I hope so Edge…I hope so."

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Molly squinted her eyes, trying to get her vision to adjust to the darkness. She had only brought a flashlight, but that had failed shortly after, leaving her to navigate through the dark parking lot alone.

Mission Impossible? Not likely.

Getting near Undertaker was hard, with Kane always at least room width away from 'Taker. Thankfully, Sara wasn't travelling on the road, that would have added more baggage to her mission, and she couldn't have that happening.

She passed by a couple of cars, trying to find the raven-black motorcycle. When she finally spotted the ride, she patted her pocket to make sure all the tools she needed were still there.

Molly leaned down to get a closer look at the motorcycle. She could make out the shapes of the wheels, the body of the bike.

She pulled out the pocket knife she had kept well hidden away until now. Holding the backtire of the bike with one hand, in the other flipping the pocket knife so that the knife gleamed in her hand.

Molly had always been fascinated with knives, as if amazed that something so beautiful could cause such death and destruction. Just one slip could be the end of her. Her cousin, had taught her how to use a pocket knife, she hadn't paid much attention before but she wished she had, now that the time had come to put it to good use.

She awkwardly put the knife against the tire. She leaned forward, hoping the knife wouldn't take too much force to make the tires deflate. When she heard the sharp hiss of the tire, she knew half of her job was done. Molly turned to the front tire. She quickly slashed it, making sure to look around, to make sure no one saw her.

Worked like a charm.

Now all Molly had to do was wait for Undertaker to fall for the bait…

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"Hi Taker," Molly smiled waving to where Undertaker and Kane were talking.

As Molly approached them, Kane tilted his head, as if to study what her intentions were.

"I just wanted to wish you two good luck on your matches."

Undertaker gave Molly a nod as a reply.

"Well I have to go, see ya guys!" Molly skipped the rest of the way down the hall.

After Molly had gone, Kane turned to Taker saying, "She…is…not…good…news…brother."

Undertaker crushed his beer can before throwing it in the garbage. "She's harmless, we have more important things to think about."

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