Matt paced back and forth in the locker room he shared with Lita for the upcoming show a few hours from now. It had been a day, and no sign of Molly. He had to think up a new plan, he had to get Molly back, he had to…

"Matt, sit down, you're even making me nervous." Lita said, watching him.

Matt sat down momentarily, before getting back up to start walking again. He didn't have time to sit on the couch and relax. He had already seen how much the n.w.o had already influenced Molly. He had seen the way she was dressed. The others hadn't known it was she, but he'd recognize those blue eyes anywhere, even if her face were covered with layers of makeup.

He ran an impatient hand through his black hair. He could just imagine the things n.w.o must have been doing to her. HIS Molly. He had promised her a long time ago that he'd always protect her, and he wasn't about to go back on his word. N.w.o must be treating her like a whore. If only he had known what she planned to do, he would have found some way to bring her back to him…

He hadn't even notice Lita was waving her hand across his face until she called out his name several times. "Matt? Matt…MATT!"

"What?" He glared at Lita, though he immediately regretted it. He never snapped easily, Lita was only trying to help him and here he was acting like an ass. "Sorry…what were you saying?"

Lita sighed, dropping her hand from in front of his face. "I was saying that you might want to know that Crash already tried to talk to Molly."

Matt froze. If Crash had talked to Molly, then why was she dressed like…

"I talked to Crash, apparently it didn't do much to Molly. He didn't say so, but I read between the lines. Matt, you've got to understand, it's going to take more than words to convince her. I don't think she's brainwashed by the n.w.o, I think she went out of her own will."

"NO! Molly would never go and betray her own family; her relatives are her life. N.w.o must have done something. Molly would never go and betray her family…or me…She's not like that, and you know it Lita!"

His blindness to the situation made Lita grab Matt's arm furiously, "Have you given a second thought that maybe, JUST maybe, that your little Molly grew up while she was away? Matt, people grow up. That's the way of life, deal with it. She might not come back to you, and that's a choice you have to respect if she doesn't."

Matt's head dropped, his shoulders heaving as for the first time he let himself go and cry. "I don't know what to do Lita, I love her. I can't live without her."

He didn't notice Lita flinch at his words; he only noticed the warm embrace that Lita enveloped him in. "It was wrong of me to say what I did. We'll get her back Matt, I give you my word…"

She looked up at the white ceiling, hoping for strength, wherever that came from.

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Kevin Nash and Scott Hall were seated around a small deck table, another table beside it containing rows of beer. Nash took the cigar out of his mouth and nodded for Hall to deal the deck.

"You think she'll be okay?" Nash asked, picking up the pair of cards dealt to him.

"Who you talkin' bout?"

"Molly. I mean, she doesn't really look the type to do things like this, you really think we should have made her go through it?" Nash studied his cards, laying out a few onto the table face down.

Hall laughed. "Hell yeah I think she should have done it. What other use would she have to the n.w.o? She's just a woman, and the best way for people like her to get information is the way she's doing right now."

"Yeah, but—"

"You going to make a move or what?" Hall said sharply, referring to the card game.

"Wha—…oh yeah." Nash flipped over a card. He looked over at Hall, "Just you know, she's around the same age as my kid, and the thought of my kid having to go through that…"

"You're becoming soft like X-pac."

Nash glared at Hall. "Hell if I do. Let's just get back to the cards."

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Molly kissed Vince, trying to not to shudder from disgust. It was horrible kissing Mr. McMahon, it wasn't even like kissing a person, more like a jellyfish.

She managed to ask her question amidst the kissing, and his answer horrified her more than any kiss from Mr. McMahon did.

"I don't own the WCW."

She pulled back, stifling a gasp. Her blue eyes went wide with disbelief. It just couldn't be, how could the others not know something as vital as this? Had the others purposely made her done this to humiliate her?

"I-I'm sorry I didn't quite catch what you said?" She bit on her lip, praying that his answer would be different the next time around.

"My bastard son bought WCW before I could even seal the contract." Vince looked at her strangely, suspiciously. He was beginning to suspect that she hadn't come here to just make-out with him, and she knew it. She had to get away, now. But…how?

A knock came on Vince's door, the intruder opening the door without listening for permission to. She questioned why, though her question was answered when she saw who the person was.

It was Stephanie McMahon, Vince's daughter in the flesh.

Stephanie's smile turned to one of horror, then of anger. "What the hell are you doing daddy?" She screeched, sending Molly a look that could kill.

Molly got up from Vince's lap, thinking it was a good time for her to leave. Stephanie's glare was focused on Vince when Molly left, she heard the door slam behind her, but she could still clearly hear the words exchanged between Vince and his daughter as she made her way down the hall.

"What the HELL was that? What about Mom? What about me? Don't you think the others know that you're going around screwing some slut on the street? You're ruining my reputation!"

Vince's stuttering reply was cut off when she turned the corner. She hated to be the bearer of bad news, she always knew that the messenger of bad news was hated, though it wasn't the messenger's fault.

Then again, if it's all a set up, shouldn't you be the one that hates?

Molly hesitated, it did sound likely that n.w.o had just set her up to look like a fool then dump her the next chance they got. Why? She had found it overly suspicious that the X-pac seemed eager to have her on the team. She didn't bring much to the n.w.o, she knew that, then why would X-pac be so..persuasive?

She wasn't even looking straight ahead when she collided heads. She looked to the person who she ran into, "I'm really sorry. I should have watched where I was going."

The man gave her a smile. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. He held up an arena map, "No need to apologize, not like I was watching where I was walking either."

"Are you looking for someplace?" Molly asked, trying to take more time to bring the unfortunate news to n.w.o. She needed a distraction, and a lost person would sure help her cause.

"Actually I am." He pointed to the middle of the map. "I'm looking for Mr. McMahon's office, I've been trying to navigate my way around here but it's a maze, I've been past here twice already."

She smirked, she remembered her first day at WWE and getting lost in the arena, except in her case, no one had come to her aide. "Well your search is almost over. Mr. McMahon's office is straight ahead then take a right, you can't miss it, the door has a pretty big name tag on it."

He followed with his eyes to where she pointed, his eyes lighting up. "That's the one place I haven't been. Just my luck, huh?"

"I've been lost a couple of times already, you're not the only one. Are you a wrestler?"

"I've been wrestling for two years, not sure if I could call myself a wrestler yet. My meeting with Mr. McMahon is supposed to be in around 15 minutes, I better go."

Molly watched him walk down the hall, when she recalled what was happening in the office, she called out to the man.

He turned around. She cupped her mouth, telling him, "A word of advice, don't go into the office until the yelling in the room stops, things are probably flying in there and I wouldn't want to hear that I was the one responsible for your trip to the hospital."

He laughed, "Thanks, Molly. My name's Rey by the way. Rey Mysterio."

"How'd you know my name?" This stranger could recognize her when Vince himself couldn't?

"I'm a fan." Rey winked and disappeared around the corner.

TBC…..

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Note: After 3 re-writings this chapter is FINALLY up. Hopefully, you'll like it, and it'll make sense to you (some scenes I wrote sound kinda weird, if you let me know of any mistakes you catch, I'll be sure to fix it, lol) This chapter is dedicated to Brittany (Sugarbaby-Hardygirl), she's probably never read this fic before but I'll make sure she reads this chapter at least before hell freezes over, lol j/k.