Chapter 7
Written by: Aya Miyata (aka Hurricane's Sidekick)
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"Please let me see him, just a few words!" Molly pleaded to the policeman that stood outside of the building where she was told Hurricane had been taken to.
"Miss, you will have to calm down." The policeman said, blocking her way towards the building entrance.
Molly wiped her tears away from her face, and tried to breathe slowly. "Can I go now?"
The policeman nodded, opening the door and leading her down the long narrow hallways.
He stopped when he reached the door at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door, but turned to her saying "Five minutes is the time you have, I'm sorry but we have strict rules here."
"Thank you," Molly shook the man's hand gratefully before walking into the room.
"Hurricane?" Molly whispered looking around the room.
The room wasn't as bright as the rooms she had passed on the way to get here. The walls had a faded appearance, the floor bare. On one side of the room lay a small cot bed. The sources of light only came from the window and the small light stand that lay standing on the side of the bed.
"Molly?" A coarse voice answered, not at all like Hurricane's.
She whirled around trying to find the direction of the voice, but found no need to when she came face to face with him. Her eyes began to tear yet once again, when she saw his form. Hurricane had dark shadows under his eyes as if he hadn't slept at all the last couple of days; his clothes were the same ones he had worn on the day he was arrested.
Molly hugged him tightly. "You're going to get through this Hurricane, I'm doing everything I can to make sure you get out of here soon."
Hurricane sat down on the small bed, looking up at the ceiling. "What's the use? It seems like everyone actually believes I'm capable of murder. I didn't even know DDP died until Shane told us. You have to believe me Molly."
"Of course I believe you, I know you wouldn't do something like this," Molly talked hastily to cover her uneasiness.
She held Hurricane's hand in hers. "I'll find someone, there has to be someone who saw this happen or at least heard it."
She let her hand go when the door opened, the five minutes she had been given to talk to Hurricane seemed much too soon. "Pinky swear that you'll keep your hope alive."
"Molly, this isn't the time…"
Molly grabbed his hand. "Please, just do this."
Hurricane sighed, and held out his hand.
Molly hooked her finger with his, and managed to smile for Hurricane before turning away, and walking out the door.
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Molly had driven back to the arena to get ready for her triple-threat tag match with Lance Storm against Jeff and Lita, and D-von with Stacy. She had tried to talk the commissioner out of the match, she didn't want to accidentally hurt Lita even though to everyone else's eyes, she was in the Alliance, and Lita was in the WWF, so they should be tearing apart each other, but they weren't. Molly tried to convince the commissioner out of the match, but he wouldn't cancel the match, saying that it was for the good of both companies.
She wasn't sure how to view this match as, but she just hoped that the time didn't come when Lance tagged her in to go against Lita.
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Molly stepped into the ring, as Lance held the ropes down for her. Her new theme music, would take a while to get used to, fore it was just a forever reminder how she was no longer Spike's, but Kanyon's.
They were the last team to come down to the ring, so the bell rang to begin the match.
Lance got into the ring, fighting Jeff and D-von.
Lance received a clothesline, which made him hold his back, the pain almost unbearable. When he had gathered enough energy to stand up, he was given a neckbreaker by D-von.
He crawled back to his corner, blindly tagging Molly in. Molly got into the ring and jogged to the middle of the ring but stopped midway when she realized it was no longer Jeff and D-von who was in the ring, but Lita and Stacy.
Molly shook her head, turning around to tag Lance back in but when she saw what bad of a shape he was in after receiving the neckbreaker, she faced her opponents. She wasn't sure what to do, she had promised herself to do everything in her willpower to make sure this situation didn't come, but it did, and she wasn't sure how to deal.
Lita mouthed to her "I understand." When she saw Molly's anxiety in fighting with her.
Molly nodded slightly, so Lita knew she heard her.
Molly licked her lips nervously. She knew she couldn't go against Stacy, since she was in the Alliance. There was only Lita to wrestle against without raising suspicion.
She locked arms with Lita, flipping her over. She motioned for Stacy to come help her. They double-teamed, clotheslining Lita as she came retreating from the ropes. Molly stepped back, to let Stacy do most of the work, making it look as if she were watching her back.
Molly held Stacy back when she was about to kick Lita yet once again with her spiked heel boots. She turned Stacy so that her back was facing Lita. She pretended to discuss a plan with Stacy, all the while waiting for Lita from the corner of her eye to stand up. When she was back on her feet, Stacy turned around, to get back to her assault, but was kicked hard in the stomach, getting a powerful DDT.
Molly faked shock, backing away slowly, back to her corner. Lita advanced on her. Molly stumbled back, quickly tagging Lance in.
She leaned on the pole in relief. That was close.
Molly suddenly felt her legs cave from under her, hitting her head at the edge of the ring. She rubbed her head, trying to clear her vision.
Lita headlocked Molly, whispering to her "Just play along, the others would suspect something if we didn't do anything to help them out."
Lita pushed Molly towards Stacy when she saw that Stacy was running over to help one of the members of the Alliance. Molly fell down on top of Stacy, but quickly got up, ready to spear Lita.
The bell rang.
They both stopped the fight, looking up in expectance as they realized the match was over.
"And the winners of the triple-threat tag match……Stacy and D-von!"
Molly glanced over at Lita in surprise, Lita returning a shocked expression of her own.
"Come on Molly, let's go." Lance called out to her.
Molly turned her back on Lita, rushing over to Lance to help him up the ramp.
Ivory met them backstage as soon as they're match had finished. Molly looked at them nervously; they were looking at her as if there was something wrong. And she found out she was right, when Ivory took her hand and helped her sit down on a couch.
"Lance? Ivory?"
"We have proof that Hurricane didn't kill DDP." Ivory whispered.
"You have proof?" Molly jumped up, getting excited; finally Hurricane could get out of jail for something he didn't do.
"He was with us the whole day, the day DDP was killed, we even went and ate dinner with him at the exact time the killing happened." Lance explained.
"We have to go and tell the police about this…. right away."
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"Hi Matt," Stacy smiled, sauntering over to Matt after the match in which he had accompanied Jeff and Lita.
"Great job, you and D-von, you make a great team." He said, holding his hand out to shake hers.
"I think maybe you and I could make a lot better team…" Stacy lightly laughed, tracing his arm with her hand.
"Or better yet….not." Matt took Stacy's hand off his arm.
"Awww Matt, don't tease me, but if that's your style I guess I'll have to deal with it," Stacy sighed loudly, drawing attention to anyone who was anywhere near them to turn their heads to see what Stacy and him were talking about.
"I don't have a style, I have a girlfriend, and I don't think she would be too happy with what you're doing."
"Don't be all faithful to her, we can just have one night and never tell her about it…."
"NO."
Stacy stepped back at his tone of voice, his voice was hard and cold, not at all like the laid back guy that she thought he was.
"Fine…be an old man..but you'll get what's coming to you, it's your loss, not mine." Stacy flipped her hair, before catching up with D-von who said he would go to find Bubba Ray.
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"Torrie, you told me he was single!" Stacy yelled behind closed doors in Torrie's locker room.
"Sorry, I never guaranteed it, you should have known better than to believe everything I say, I'm already busy as it is trying to keep up with Tajiri." Torrie replied applying her eyeliner.
"But then again, it's not like I've never broken up couples before…" Stacy said slyly, a plan already forming in her mind.
"That's the way to think it Stace," Torrie laughed.
"I promise you, by next Smackdown, Matt's mine."
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