Title: Good at Being Bad

Description: Molly Holly's dating Edge. Molly's perfect. Molly everyone's favorite sister. Molly hates Lita. What's wrong with this picture?

Dedication: To all my fellow fanfiction.net authors who have reviewed my story , thank you :)

Also the words in italics, are what the characters are thinking

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"Shit, who did this to my bike," Taker cursed under his breath as he saw the slashed tires.

"Taker, I couldn't help but overhear….oh my gosh! What happened to your bike?" Molly's eyes widened as she traced the slash marks lightly.

"Some idiot slashed it, Kane's already headed to the arena, how the hell am I supposed to get a ride now?"

Molly looked up at Taker shyly offering, "Well I have my car, if you want I can drive you over to the arena myself."

"Thanks little girl, you saved me a hell of a lot of trouble. Sara's here for the show, she's around in the hotel."

Molly's eyes hardened as she realized she wouldn't have a chance to make her move with his wife, Sara, being in the same car.

Her smile brightened as she said, "Well I'll go look for her. I needed to go get my keys to the car anyway. Be back in a jiffy."

Molly jogged back in to the hotel, her steps slowing as soon as she entered the hotel.

Sara, why did she have to be here.

She quickly got off the elevator, unlocking the door to her hotel room. Molly grabbed her car keys that she had left on the mantel when someone pushed her against the wall, her neck held.

When Molly saw that it was Sara, Undertaker's wife, her face quickly drained of any color.

"Sara…h-hi."

"Don't try to make me buy your crap. I've been hearing real interesting things from Kane lately. Something that involves you and a certain someone's husband. Sound familiar?"

"What are you talking about, I…"

Sara's grip around Molly's neck tightened causing her sentence to trail.

Sara glared at Molly, "You can't con a con man, you may be good, but I'm better."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Molly's eyes hinted of anger but she didn't lose her cool.

"So you want to play it that way huh? I'll let you go as long as you listen to what I say, and listen well."

Molly nodded, her lungs straining for air.

Sara let go, Molly almost falling to the ground gasping for air.

"I'm only going to say this once, and if you didn't listen the first time, then your ass is mine.

Number one: The bad thing bout you is that you don't know nothing, you might have everyone fooled, but I can see right through your innocent little set up. I have to admit, I was disbelieving when Kane first told me about the things going on, but now that I see for myself, I knew it was the best thing I did to come here right away.

Number two: You can go screw any of the Hardly Boyz, hell even the Rock if you can get some from him, I don't give a fuck, but Undertaker? That's another case. If you didn't know already, he's my husband, and as for anyone on this roster, they know he's hands off, because they know I can and I will kick their ass if I have to.

And last, but definitely not least.

Number three: If you decide to be stupid and not listen, you'll find out why they call me the deadman's wife.

Pretty simple if you think about it, now you can either agree and you can get out of this room alive or you can either not agree and…well I won't even tell you what I'm going to do if you don't agree."

Molly nodded quickly, her eyes filled with fear, she had expected Sara to be naïve and go along as if nothing happened, but that wasn't the case. "I came back here because I offered you and Taker a ride, he told me to get you."

Sara took the car keys from Molly's hand, heading to the door only turning around to say, "So you coming or not?"

Taker watched Molly and Sara approach him. "Sara, what took you so long?"

"Nothing, just talking with Molly, right?" Sara nudged Molly sharply on the side.

"Right, right." Molly readily agreed.

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"Look at them, they are just pathetic." Edge said to Christian as he watched Jeff and Trish kissing each other before the match.

"What's up with you bro? You weren't really the type before to get hung up over someone."

Edge glared at Christian, "I'm not hung up over Trish, I'm over her faster than I ever got over anyone I went out with."

"If you say so. Then do you still want to carry out what you wanted to do?"

"Hey, don't you think we need some piece of the action? Vince isn't letting us get any more air time, so we have to prove to him that we are good enough to be the whole show if we wanted to."

"You got your chair?"

"I always have one handy for a rainy day."

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"What in the world is Edge and Christian doing out here JR? They're not in the match!" King said excitedly as E&C slid in to the ring, chair in hand.

"I don't know King, but I hope this doesn't ruin the Hardy Boyz chances of taking home the gold for the tag team championship match."

"Don't be stupid JR, what do you think E&C are out here to do? SPEAR!" King cut JR off as he watched Edge spear Trish.

"Why did Edge just spear Trish? Could it have been some kind of mistake?" JR commented, signaling the referees to disqualify the opponent team and to get some backup.

"It sure doesn't look like it with Edge exchanging some heated words with Trish."

Trish had been cheering on the Hardy Boyz, but the next thing she knew, all she saw was a streak of blonde hair before she had been lying on the ground, her whole body wracking with pain.

Edge had a furious look on his face as he got up, pointing and yelling at Trish.

Trish only felt her face become soaked with tears as she tried to tell Edge, "I thought you understood."

Obviously he hadn't.

"And the winners due to disqualification, The Dudley Boyz!"

When she heard who had won, she held her face in her hands, the only chance of the Hardyz getting back the titles and she had taken that chance away, by accompanying them to the ring.

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After Molly had dropped off Sara and Taker, she had walked aimlessly around the halls until she had ended up in the cafeteria room.

No one was around since the show was still in taping; most of the wrestlers were watching the matches.

"Not a very good day for you huh?" A voice from behind asked.

Molly turned to face Maven, replying, "How could you tell?"

"I've seen you around and you always seem to be the happy-go-lucky type, but today you seemed kind of quiet. Lucky guess." Maven shrugged, smiling.

"What are you doing around in the cafeteria room? Most of the wrestlers are watching the matches back in their locker rooms."

"Well if you hadn't already noticed already, the wrestlers haven't actually been welcoming me with open arms. They think just because I only had experience in Tough Enough, that I don't deserve to be in the WWF. So I usually hang around the cafeteria when the matches are on. What brings you here?"

Molly hadn't really noticed Maven except for the time when he was introduced by Al Snow to the rest of the group, at first she had thought Maven was kind of stand-offish so she had never really given him much thought. "It's going to take a long time to explain, so I'd rather not get into it."

Maven sat down on one of the chairs; "I have lots of time." Maven grabbed another chair and held it out for Molly. "Sit down and we can talk, I mean if you want to talk to an WWF amateur."

Molly laughed; maybe Maven wasn't so bad.

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