Title: Tainted Blood, Chapter One
Written By: Lanen Kaeler
Molly locked gazes with Stacy Kiebler as the two women rounded the ring, preparing for the precise moment to attack. Stacy's eyes sparkled with a certain arrogance and mischief while Molly's stunning brown ones seethed concentration and unadulterated determination. Molly despised this woman, and she held every intention of winning the match.
"Go Molly!" Lita's husky voice hollered encouragingly as she clapped her hands together to the intense beat of the audience chanting her name.
Molly felt a shiver of excitement venture up and down her spine, making the hair on her arms and neck stand as Stacy lunged at her. Molly dodged toward Stacy at the same time, easily knocking down the leggy female with a clothesline.
Molly tagged in Lita as Stacy immediately got up, stumbling around in a daze from landing on her head. Molly used the back of her forearm to slap Stacy with quick yet brutal chops to the chest, intentionally trying to knock the wind out of her. Managing to corner Stacy into a nearby turnbuckle, Molly got down on her hands and knees insinuating that it was time for Lita to make her move.
Lita jogged swiftly down the diagonal of the ring, placing one foot firmly on Molly's back for a stepping-stone as she seared onto Stacy, painstakingly slamming into her body with a meticulous Poetry In Motion.
Molly smiled smugly to herself watching Stacy stagger around in a lightheaded fashion. Lita grabbed Stacy by the nape of her neck, relentlessly slamming her head into a turnbuckle and then throwing her to the ground. Crawling to the top ring, Lita did her trademark gun thing and called out in an animalistic nature right before flipping backwards into a graceful moonsault. Unfortunately, Stacy came to just at the moment and rolled to her left right before Lita could land belly first on top of her. Lita bounced off the floor of the ring in an almost cartoon like matter, her face twisted in torment from the obvious pain. Stacy began kicking Lita mercilessly in the stomach forcing the fiery red head to cringe in anguish.
Bouncing off the ring, Molly hit Stacy in the back of the head with her left elbow. She fell face first again onto the floor just as Lita was getting back on her feet. Molly caught the eye of Torrie Wilson, whose eyes filled with pure terror as Stacy made a desperate attempt to tag her in. Lita tagged Molly, and stood on the rebounds of the rings, trying to catch her breath from being kicked so brutally in the stomach by Daddy Long Legs and her Dudley Combat Boots.
A wicked grin played about Molly's lips as she stalked over toward Torrie. Torrie started to run down the aisle so she could get as far away from Molly as possible, but Molly was quicker. She slipped easily out of the ring and just barely grasped Torrie by her long bleached blonde locks. Screaming in horror, Molly threw her into the ring and sat on her stomach, giving her rapid and callous bunny punches to her perfect Barbie Doll face.
Molly shrieked in pain as she felt someone grab her hair and yank her off Torrie with a harsh tug. Cussing under her breath as her head bounced off the floor, an excruciating jolt of pain shot through her head. Molly just barely saw out of the corner of her eye Torrie make a tag to Stacy.
"What a wimp!" she thought with disgust.
Faintly, she could hear the unanimous rhythm of the audience chanting her name, still cheering her on. Her head throbbed violently, and everything was starting to dim. Molly didn't know if she could go on with the match.
"Come on Molly!" Lita yelled desperately, stomping her foot against the ring, holding out her hand for Molly to give another tag.
Stacy stepped down on Molly's hair and picked her up at the waist of her black spandex pants, Molly's legs flailing about frantically. Molly howled in agony as Stacy dropped her on her tailbone. She attempted to pick her up a second time, but this time Molly was going to get her. Just as Stacy started to pick her up, Molly heaved her legs over her head and wrapped them around Stacy's elegant neck in a beautiful and powerful hurracanrana.
Trying to steady herself on wobbly legs, Molly wrapped her arms around Stacy's slender waist and flipped her over in a suplex, tossing her halfway across the ring. Molly crawled on top of Stacy for the pin.
"And the Women's Tag Team Winners are Molly Holly and Lita!" Lillian Garcia exclaimed excitedly as the referee held up the women's arms in victory. Molly and Lita hugged each other happily. The two new victors walked up the ramp with their arms around the other, proudly displaying their belts high in the air.
"You did great out there Molls! I mean, wow! You were breathtaking!" Spike congratulated Molly. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful she was when she wrestled. She was so graceful, yet so dominant at the same time.
Molly blushed as she felt her heart pound faster and harder in her chest. Spike always had this effect on her, even after six months of dating.
"Uhh. well. I wasn't that good." she replied shyly.
"You're right, you weren't that good. You were spectacular!" Spike said, wrapping his arms around Molly's waist and kissing her fully on the lips. Molly laced her arms around Spike's neck, returning the sweet kiss. Her legs felt like they were melting from underneath her.
The two young lovers jumped back suddenly when they heard a wild bout of catcalls and applause. Spike and Molly grinned sheepishly, their faces rapidly turning into a bright shade of red similar to that of a tomato.
"And I will always looooovvveeee yooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!" Edge sang dramatically, bending down on one knee and crossing his hands over his heart.
"Hey Edge! You're supposed to be singing that to me, not Spike!" Lita exclaimed good-naturedly.
"Oh yeah, sorry!" Edge apologized. He wrapped his arms around Lita's waist and dipped her back, singing in a mock tone, "And I will always looooovvveeee yooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
Lita laughed hysterically, but was cut off short when Edge gave her a passionate kiss of his own.
Another piercing round of applauds and catcalls erupted throughout the room. Some people were so taken away by the moment; they kissed the closest person next to them, while others tossed their hats up in the air as if they were celebrating New Year's Eve.
What a wonderful evening the WWF roster had tonight. They won every match against the Alliance and people were just generally in good spirits. It was a nice change for once. As of late, there was a lot of tension between the two companies and people were extremely uptight and edgy because of this.
"Well well, if this isn't the sweetest thing you ever saw!" a gruff voice taunted.
Molly whirled around to see Test leaning casually against the frame of the doorway, his arms folded. Molly clutched onto Spike. She had never liked Test very much, even when he made an effort to be pleasant.
"Aww. poor Test! He's upset because the Alliance reeks of dorkchops and he couldn't get a girlfriend to save his life!" Edge shot back, grinning unsympathetically.
Test's eyes glazed over with anger as laughter exploded around the room.
"Speaking of which," Test asked nonchalantly, "I was wondering. when are you going to dump Edge Lita? I mean, he doesn't possess half the talent I do, and he's nothing more than a poser."
"When hell freezes over?" Lita retorted dryly, slipping her arm through Edge's and glaring frigidly at Test.
"Fine, suit yourself," Test shrugged, eyeing her lustfully as he turned to leave, "but just remember.. I always get what I want."
"What a total chumpstain!" Christian exclaimed after Test exited the room.
"That was.. well.. for lack of a better word, totally weird!" Edge said.
Lita shuddered slightly, unable to shake off an oncoming feeling that something awful was going to happen.
Written By: Lanen Kaeler
Molly locked gazes with Stacy Kiebler as the two women rounded the ring, preparing for the precise moment to attack. Stacy's eyes sparkled with a certain arrogance and mischief while Molly's stunning brown ones seethed concentration and unadulterated determination. Molly despised this woman, and she held every intention of winning the match.
"Go Molly!" Lita's husky voice hollered encouragingly as she clapped her hands together to the intense beat of the audience chanting her name.
Molly felt a shiver of excitement venture up and down her spine, making the hair on her arms and neck stand as Stacy lunged at her. Molly dodged toward Stacy at the same time, easily knocking down the leggy female with a clothesline.
Molly tagged in Lita as Stacy immediately got up, stumbling around in a daze from landing on her head. Molly used the back of her forearm to slap Stacy with quick yet brutal chops to the chest, intentionally trying to knock the wind out of her. Managing to corner Stacy into a nearby turnbuckle, Molly got down on her hands and knees insinuating that it was time for Lita to make her move.
Lita jogged swiftly down the diagonal of the ring, placing one foot firmly on Molly's back for a stepping-stone as she seared onto Stacy, painstakingly slamming into her body with a meticulous Poetry In Motion.
Molly smiled smugly to herself watching Stacy stagger around in a lightheaded fashion. Lita grabbed Stacy by the nape of her neck, relentlessly slamming her head into a turnbuckle and then throwing her to the ground. Crawling to the top ring, Lita did her trademark gun thing and called out in an animalistic nature right before flipping backwards into a graceful moonsault. Unfortunately, Stacy came to just at the moment and rolled to her left right before Lita could land belly first on top of her. Lita bounced off the floor of the ring in an almost cartoon like matter, her face twisted in torment from the obvious pain. Stacy began kicking Lita mercilessly in the stomach forcing the fiery red head to cringe in anguish.
Bouncing off the ring, Molly hit Stacy in the back of the head with her left elbow. She fell face first again onto the floor just as Lita was getting back on her feet. Molly caught the eye of Torrie Wilson, whose eyes filled with pure terror as Stacy made a desperate attempt to tag her in. Lita tagged Molly, and stood on the rebounds of the rings, trying to catch her breath from being kicked so brutally in the stomach by Daddy Long Legs and her Dudley Combat Boots.
A wicked grin played about Molly's lips as she stalked over toward Torrie. Torrie started to run down the aisle so she could get as far away from Molly as possible, but Molly was quicker. She slipped easily out of the ring and just barely grasped Torrie by her long bleached blonde locks. Screaming in horror, Molly threw her into the ring and sat on her stomach, giving her rapid and callous bunny punches to her perfect Barbie Doll face.
Molly shrieked in pain as she felt someone grab her hair and yank her off Torrie with a harsh tug. Cussing under her breath as her head bounced off the floor, an excruciating jolt of pain shot through her head. Molly just barely saw out of the corner of her eye Torrie make a tag to Stacy.
"What a wimp!" she thought with disgust.
Faintly, she could hear the unanimous rhythm of the audience chanting her name, still cheering her on. Her head throbbed violently, and everything was starting to dim. Molly didn't know if she could go on with the match.
"Come on Molly!" Lita yelled desperately, stomping her foot against the ring, holding out her hand for Molly to give another tag.
Stacy stepped down on Molly's hair and picked her up at the waist of her black spandex pants, Molly's legs flailing about frantically. Molly howled in agony as Stacy dropped her on her tailbone. She attempted to pick her up a second time, but this time Molly was going to get her. Just as Stacy started to pick her up, Molly heaved her legs over her head and wrapped them around Stacy's elegant neck in a beautiful and powerful hurracanrana.
Trying to steady herself on wobbly legs, Molly wrapped her arms around Stacy's slender waist and flipped her over in a suplex, tossing her halfway across the ring. Molly crawled on top of Stacy for the pin.
"And the Women's Tag Team Winners are Molly Holly and Lita!" Lillian Garcia exclaimed excitedly as the referee held up the women's arms in victory. Molly and Lita hugged each other happily. The two new victors walked up the ramp with their arms around the other, proudly displaying their belts high in the air.
"You did great out there Molls! I mean, wow! You were breathtaking!" Spike congratulated Molly. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful she was when she wrestled. She was so graceful, yet so dominant at the same time.
Molly blushed as she felt her heart pound faster and harder in her chest. Spike always had this effect on her, even after six months of dating.
"Uhh. well. I wasn't that good." she replied shyly.
"You're right, you weren't that good. You were spectacular!" Spike said, wrapping his arms around Molly's waist and kissing her fully on the lips. Molly laced her arms around Spike's neck, returning the sweet kiss. Her legs felt like they were melting from underneath her.
The two young lovers jumped back suddenly when they heard a wild bout of catcalls and applause. Spike and Molly grinned sheepishly, their faces rapidly turning into a bright shade of red similar to that of a tomato.
"And I will always looooovvveeee yooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!" Edge sang dramatically, bending down on one knee and crossing his hands over his heart.
"Hey Edge! You're supposed to be singing that to me, not Spike!" Lita exclaimed good-naturedly.
"Oh yeah, sorry!" Edge apologized. He wrapped his arms around Lita's waist and dipped her back, singing in a mock tone, "And I will always looooovvveeee yooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
Lita laughed hysterically, but was cut off short when Edge gave her a passionate kiss of his own.
Another piercing round of applauds and catcalls erupted throughout the room. Some people were so taken away by the moment; they kissed the closest person next to them, while others tossed their hats up in the air as if they were celebrating New Year's Eve.
What a wonderful evening the WWF roster had tonight. They won every match against the Alliance and people were just generally in good spirits. It was a nice change for once. As of late, there was a lot of tension between the two companies and people were extremely uptight and edgy because of this.
"Well well, if this isn't the sweetest thing you ever saw!" a gruff voice taunted.
Molly whirled around to see Test leaning casually against the frame of the doorway, his arms folded. Molly clutched onto Spike. She had never liked Test very much, even when he made an effort to be pleasant.
"Aww. poor Test! He's upset because the Alliance reeks of dorkchops and he couldn't get a girlfriend to save his life!" Edge shot back, grinning unsympathetically.
Test's eyes glazed over with anger as laughter exploded around the room.
"Speaking of which," Test asked nonchalantly, "I was wondering. when are you going to dump Edge Lita? I mean, he doesn't possess half the talent I do, and he's nothing more than a poser."
"When hell freezes over?" Lita retorted dryly, slipping her arm through Edge's and glaring frigidly at Test.
"Fine, suit yourself," Test shrugged, eyeing her lustfully as he turned to leave, "but just remember.. I always get what I want."
"What a total chumpstain!" Christian exclaimed after Test exited the room.
"That was.. well.. for lack of a better word, totally weird!" Edge said.
Lita shuddered slightly, unable to shake off an oncoming feeling that something awful was going to happen.
