Beaten by that slut Trish Stratus again. Damn it. Crash tried to tell
me that it wasn't my fault that I lost the match. I hear him still talking,
but I'm not paying attention. I just am so mad that she beat me again. I
hear a knock on the door and Crash answers it. I look up and see Jazz come
in. She starts telling me how I should have beat her ass into the ground. I
mean come on, it's not like I didn't try. I just messed up, as usual. Maybe
they should just call me Molly Mess-Up. That could be my new name, seeing
as how it seems like I've been doing it a lot lately.
I act like I'm listening to Jazz and Crash for probably another ten minuets until another knock on the door comes. I don't even look up this time.
" Hey Molly." I hear a voice say. My head shoots up and I see the one person that I don't mind seeing.
" Hey Raven." I say. He makes his way over and sits down beside me on the bench. " Thanks for getting rid of Crash and Jazz for me." He smiles.
" I like to have my girl all to myself." He says.
" More like your loser." I say, hanging my head once more.
" You'll never be a looser in my eyes Molly Holly. So what if Trash Strut-ass got one over on you. Your win-loss record means nothing to me. All that matters is that you're here and I can see you every day." He says, leaning in and kissing my cheek. I smile at the feeling of his lips against my skin and lean into his arms.
" How did I ever end up being so lucky to have a guy like you?" I ask him. He laughs.
" I don't know. You are pretty lucky aren't you?" I laugh and smack him on the arm.
" Well, when you put it that way you should be pretty lucky too. You could still be with Terri." I say laughing. He shudders and looks at me.
" Ugh. Damn, I am really lucky." He says, kissing me again. We pull away and look at each other.
" I guess we're just two lucky people." I say.
" Yeah, we are. Hey, let's blow this joint and go back to the hotel, order room service and watch an old movie." He says.
" Sounds perfect." I say. We grab our things and walk to the rental car. Maybe Trish could pin me in the ring, but I know she could never take the thing that matters to me the most. My Raven.
(Author's note: Whoo!!! I'm really branching out now!! I've wanted to write a Molly/Raven story for quite a while, and it just came to me today. I think it's pretty shitty that Molly looses to Trish. But that's just my opinion. I didn't come up with the nickname Trash Strut-ass, someone used it one time and it stuck with me.
And I've become quite the Raven fan since he's been on Excess and commentating for Heat. This week is the first week I've missed both since the split happened. Go figure.
I fixed the spelling mistake. Thanks Hurricane's Sidekick. (
Please Read and review….Thank you! (
R.G.)
PS. I think WWE sounds stupid….
I act like I'm listening to Jazz and Crash for probably another ten minuets until another knock on the door comes. I don't even look up this time.
" Hey Molly." I hear a voice say. My head shoots up and I see the one person that I don't mind seeing.
" Hey Raven." I say. He makes his way over and sits down beside me on the bench. " Thanks for getting rid of Crash and Jazz for me." He smiles.
" I like to have my girl all to myself." He says.
" More like your loser." I say, hanging my head once more.
" You'll never be a looser in my eyes Molly Holly. So what if Trash Strut-ass got one over on you. Your win-loss record means nothing to me. All that matters is that you're here and I can see you every day." He says, leaning in and kissing my cheek. I smile at the feeling of his lips against my skin and lean into his arms.
" How did I ever end up being so lucky to have a guy like you?" I ask him. He laughs.
" I don't know. You are pretty lucky aren't you?" I laugh and smack him on the arm.
" Well, when you put it that way you should be pretty lucky too. You could still be with Terri." I say laughing. He shudders and looks at me.
" Ugh. Damn, I am really lucky." He says, kissing me again. We pull away and look at each other.
" I guess we're just two lucky people." I say.
" Yeah, we are. Hey, let's blow this joint and go back to the hotel, order room service and watch an old movie." He says.
" Sounds perfect." I say. We grab our things and walk to the rental car. Maybe Trish could pin me in the ring, but I know she could never take the thing that matters to me the most. My Raven.
(Author's note: Whoo!!! I'm really branching out now!! I've wanted to write a Molly/Raven story for quite a while, and it just came to me today. I think it's pretty shitty that Molly looses to Trish. But that's just my opinion. I didn't come up with the nickname Trash Strut-ass, someone used it one time and it stuck with me.
And I've become quite the Raven fan since he's been on Excess and commentating for Heat. This week is the first week I've missed both since the split happened. Go figure.
I fixed the spelling mistake. Thanks Hurricane's Sidekick. (
Please Read and review….Thank you! (
R.G.)
PS. I think WWE sounds stupid….