Up Up and Away!
By the Angel
A/N: This is what happens when I watch too much wrestling.
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, sweetcheeks. WWF and Alliance is owned by Vince McMahon, WWFE owns names, and Titan Sports owns characters.
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"Oh...My head..." I whine, holding my temples. I recognize the person who is drving the vehicle I am in and--
Wait. Hold up. I am in a vehicle? Last thing I remember, was that I was tackling Ivory in the ring, and then our heads collided. Then the entire arena got dizzy and spinny and I collapsed. And now I am in a vehicle with someone.
But it's not an ordinary vehicle. And I am NOT with an ordinary person.
I am in the HurriCycle, and I am with Hurricane Helms.
This is not happening.
"What the darn heck is going on here?!" I bellow. Hurricane skids on the road. "But alas, my beautiful sidekick, Citizen Molly, I--"
"Better have an explaination for this!" I huff. I turn to the back of the...HurriCycle to see if Spike was there, crumpled, like I expected. Nope.
I whip my head around, my pigtails slapping Hurricane in the face. "Where's Spike?" Hurricane made a left at the corner. "At the arena."
"You-You mean he's not here with us?"
Hurricane grinned at the word 'us.' He smiled. "Nope. Why? Why do you want that weasel Citizen Spike here?"
"He is not a weasel! He is my boyfriend. Hmmph." I fold my arms and refuse to look at him. "He doesn't know where you are." Hurricane says.
I groan and sigh. "That's the point! He's going to think I ran off with you or something."
"It's not hard to believe, Citizen Molly."
"Don't call me that!"
He chuckles softly. "With in time, dear sidekick, within time. You will get used to my superhero qualities."
"That's what I am afraid of."
"My HurriSense tells me that you're not happy."
"Your Hurri Magigg is right."
He giggles. "Yanno, Citizen Molly--"
I clear my throat. If we weren't in the darn car, I'd have Molly Go Round him ages ago.
"Miss Molly Holly?" He asks, hoping for a better response. I nod. "Yanno, Miss Molly Holly, I never thought I'd find someone like you--"
What was that supposed to mean? From my lacking of thinking, I respond with the only word I can think of. "Oh."
Oh. Oh well, I guess. Now what? This is too awkward. I'd wish he'd just turn the damn car around so I can see Spike!
Did I just say damn? Golly. I'd better wash my mouth out with soap!
"Er, I have one question Helms--"
"Hurricane Helms." He grins.
Right. Now that we have the names down, I'll think I'll just move along and ask my question.
"Hurricane Helms-- Why me? Seriously. Why me? I mean, I guess I *am* one hundred percent pure, but still. Haven't you thought about the rivalry between the Alliance and the WWF? About the jealously with you and Spike? I am not a possession you know!"
"I know. And yes, I have thought about it. Why you-- I'll tell you why. You're amazing. You take me up up and away."
"How far up?" I hear myself whisper. Oh no...
"To the heavens."
I don't know whether to strangle him or kiss him.
Strangle him, Molls! He's just using you to for a stupid angle! The good part of me screams. Kiss him, ya big dope. He's one of the few guys that actually wants you, so might as well take advantage it! The evil part of me shouts.
I grab his face and kiss him. He looks at me, shocked. But I can tell he liked it. "High enough for ya?" I ask, trying to maintain innocence.
"You can go higher." He kissed me again.
I get loss in the bliss of his kiss, but then suddenly sit upright. "HELMS!" I scream.
"What is it?"
"WHO'S DRIVING THE CAR?!"
"My HurriSense tells me that--"
"STOP THE FREAKING CAR!"
Hurricane swerved the car over to the side of the road. The tire flattened. "Lovely." I mused.
"My HurriBrain tells me this is not a good thing."
"Well, it's dark, chilly, we're in the middle of nowhere and I am here with a guy who thinks he can fly across the Statue of Liberty. Life isn't exactly awesome right now."
He cocks his head and grins. "We're just going to have to survive each other, aren't we?"
"Yeah, I guess. But we need shelter, first and foremost."
"My HurriSense tells me that--"
"Oh shut up!"
He frowns. "My HurriSense is sending me mixed messages. Like you."
I sigh at that statement. "I..Come on. Let's just go find some shelter."
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By the Angel
A/N: This is what happens when I watch too much wrestling.
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, sweetcheeks. WWF and Alliance is owned by Vince McMahon, WWFE owns names, and Titan Sports owns characters.
~-~-~-~
"Oh...My head..." I whine, holding my temples. I recognize the person who is drving the vehicle I am in and--
Wait. Hold up. I am in a vehicle? Last thing I remember, was that I was tackling Ivory in the ring, and then our heads collided. Then the entire arena got dizzy and spinny and I collapsed. And now I am in a vehicle with someone.
But it's not an ordinary vehicle. And I am NOT with an ordinary person.
I am in the HurriCycle, and I am with Hurricane Helms.
This is not happening.
"What the darn heck is going on here?!" I bellow. Hurricane skids on the road. "But alas, my beautiful sidekick, Citizen Molly, I--"
"Better have an explaination for this!" I huff. I turn to the back of the...HurriCycle to see if Spike was there, crumpled, like I expected. Nope.
I whip my head around, my pigtails slapping Hurricane in the face. "Where's Spike?" Hurricane made a left at the corner. "At the arena."
"You-You mean he's not here with us?"
Hurricane grinned at the word 'us.' He smiled. "Nope. Why? Why do you want that weasel Citizen Spike here?"
"He is not a weasel! He is my boyfriend. Hmmph." I fold my arms and refuse to look at him. "He doesn't know where you are." Hurricane says.
I groan and sigh. "That's the point! He's going to think I ran off with you or something."
"It's not hard to believe, Citizen Molly."
"Don't call me that!"
He chuckles softly. "With in time, dear sidekick, within time. You will get used to my superhero qualities."
"That's what I am afraid of."
"My HurriSense tells me that you're not happy."
"Your Hurri Magigg is right."
He giggles. "Yanno, Citizen Molly--"
I clear my throat. If we weren't in the darn car, I'd have Molly Go Round him ages ago.
"Miss Molly Holly?" He asks, hoping for a better response. I nod. "Yanno, Miss Molly Holly, I never thought I'd find someone like you--"
What was that supposed to mean? From my lacking of thinking, I respond with the only word I can think of. "Oh."
Oh. Oh well, I guess. Now what? This is too awkward. I'd wish he'd just turn the damn car around so I can see Spike!
Did I just say damn? Golly. I'd better wash my mouth out with soap!
"Er, I have one question Helms--"
"Hurricane Helms." He grins.
Right. Now that we have the names down, I'll think I'll just move along and ask my question.
"Hurricane Helms-- Why me? Seriously. Why me? I mean, I guess I *am* one hundred percent pure, but still. Haven't you thought about the rivalry between the Alliance and the WWF? About the jealously with you and Spike? I am not a possession you know!"
"I know. And yes, I have thought about it. Why you-- I'll tell you why. You're amazing. You take me up up and away."
"How far up?" I hear myself whisper. Oh no...
"To the heavens."
I don't know whether to strangle him or kiss him.
Strangle him, Molls! He's just using you to for a stupid angle! The good part of me screams. Kiss him, ya big dope. He's one of the few guys that actually wants you, so might as well take advantage it! The evil part of me shouts.
I grab his face and kiss him. He looks at me, shocked. But I can tell he liked it. "High enough for ya?" I ask, trying to maintain innocence.
"You can go higher." He kissed me again.
I get loss in the bliss of his kiss, but then suddenly sit upright. "HELMS!" I scream.
"What is it?"
"WHO'S DRIVING THE CAR?!"
"My HurriSense tells me that--"
"STOP THE FREAKING CAR!"
Hurricane swerved the car over to the side of the road. The tire flattened. "Lovely." I mused.
"My HurriBrain tells me this is not a good thing."
"Well, it's dark, chilly, we're in the middle of nowhere and I am here with a guy who thinks he can fly across the Statue of Liberty. Life isn't exactly awesome right now."
He cocks his head and grins. "We're just going to have to survive each other, aren't we?"
"Yeah, I guess. But we need shelter, first and foremost."
"My HurriSense tells me that--"
"Oh shut up!"
He frowns. "My HurriSense is sending me mixed messages. Like you."
I sigh at that statement. "I..Come on. Let's just go find some shelter."
*