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The cold looks people had been giving her since King of the Ring hadn't melted, in fact if anything, they'd got worse. As Molly made her way backstage, a week after her powers had acted up, she felt as though she were under a microscope, everyone seemed to be glaring at her or pushing past her roughly. That was OK, she could shield them out, they meant nothing to her, it was just as Christian had said, the losers can't stand the winners. She lifted her head high and made her way through the crowded corridors, not bothering to apologise as she bumped into people, looking for the locker room. As she reached a more spacious area, she heard her name called through the babbling buzz of the crowds. She followed the voice and found herself standing in front of Spike Dudley, sat on an anvil case. He gestured for her to sit down beside him which after a moment's hesitation, she did.
"Pretty rough out there huh?" he said
She'd forgotten how soft and gentle his voice was compared to his reckless and wild ringwork; it always used to soothe her immediately and now was no exception.
"Yeah, apparently nothing I don't deserve" she sighed, shifting the weight of the belt she carried over her shoulder
"Why?"
"They're mad because I cheated to win this title, what can I say? I did because I wanted it so badly, still do"
"And you're proud of that?" he sounded incredulous
"Not proud, just stating a fact, it should have been mine a long time ago and now it is"
"Molly, you've changed," he said abruptly
"So? Just looking out for number one"
"But you're losing out on everything else"
"Look why did you even call me over here? To preach to me?"
"No, because you looked like you needed a friend, guess I was wrong" he sounded bitter now and refused to look her in the eye
"Spike! There you are" a laughing female voice called
Trish Stratus appeared in front of them, dressed in sweats with her hair tied back, annoyingly she still looked stunning. She coldly ignored Molly and turned her attention to Spike.
"We gotta start warming up and planning our offence for our tag team match tonight, Bubba said he'll help us out, he's waiting in the ring now"
Spike leapt off the anvil case and without a backwards glance, followed Trish into the corridor and disappeared into the crowd. Molly stroked the gold face of her belt; it was all worth it, wasn't it? She loved having this belt and saying finally she was the champ but she knew there was something missing. She wanted to feel fulfilled and having the belt only went halfway there, she knew what she needed, what she'd been denying because of the risks. She had to do it. Her mind made up, she got off the anvil case and grabbed the nearest crew member.
"Where's The Hurricane's locker room?"
"Down the second corridor, third on the left"
Without bothering to say thank you, she dashed down the corridor until she found the right door. It was easy to spot anyway with his Hurricane symbol pinned on, it was slightly open so with no one around, she peeked inside. He was sat on a bench, carefully winding tape around his hands. She just watched for a bit, she didn't know why, just enjoyed watching as he moved about getting ready. He pulled a roll of medical tape out of his bag and sat down as though preparing himself. He pulled his top up, Molly gasped, his ribs were reddened and sore. He began wrapping the tape around, wincing as he did. Without thinking, Molly barged in.
"Give it here" she demanded, holding her hand out
"Holy.." Hurricane nearly jumped out of his skin "You gave me a shock Molly!"
"Sorry, but give me the tape and I'll help"
Hurricane frowned, evidently not sure about it. Molly raised her eyebrows.
"Now who's afraid to accept help?"
"Fine, point taken" he handed her the tape then protested when she threw back into his bag
"Look, I know what I'm doing so hush, I want to try something out"
Molly gently placed her fingertips on his ribs, closed her eyes and concentrated hard. She kept the image of energy pouring out of her and into him, healing him, curing him. Hurricane looked at her admiringly, the skin felt warm now and the ribs less painful, it was something she'd never told him about. She moved her fingertips over his ribs, touching each other in turn, beginning to massage them. She poured more in, as much as she could. Then, his ribs stopped hurting. She opened her eyes and couldn't help smiling at Hurricane's astonished face. He took the hand that lay on her ribs and kissed it.
"Thank you, I don't know how you did it, but thank you"
"It was how I first discovered my powers, I was about five and had cut my finger, while my mum searched for a band aid, I pressed my other finger to it and stared at the blood, fascinated, the cut disappeared, when my mum saw it, she gaped, she knew I had the powers then, some in the family do and others don't, we were told never to use them in case others found out, Hardcore threatened to break my legs if I did"
Hurricane breathed testily; it didn't hurt. He carefully pulled his top down and looked at her miserable face.
"What did you come in here for?"
"To say that, I need to help you" she manage difficulty
"What?" Hurricane looked confused
"I need to be a superheroine, you were right after all, I'm not whole without it"
"So just like that you change your mind?"
"No, Spike told me I'd changed and was missing out on everything else, I realised then what I missed, being Mighty Molly" she shrugged "You were right, I could never escape it"
Hurricane broke into a huge grin and grabbed her, shooting up into the air. They spun around, hugging, Molly laughed deliriously. She'd missed this, Hurricane's spontaneous wild spirit that kept her smiling. They got back to earth safely and Molly collapsed on the bench.
"Can't say I'm not pleased, I've missed having you by my side and I'd be lying if I said I haven't needed your help on more than one occasion"
"Listen, I don't want to be the sidekick, that's what made me go in the first place"
"So what do you want to be then?"
"Part of a duo, we're a team and help each other out when we need it"
"Done" they shook hands "you got a match tonight?"
"Don't think so" she smiled a little "Why, what you got in mind?"
"Just wanted to know if you'd care for a tour around this beautiful city"
"I'd love it"
They walked out to the back of the arena, neither saying anything, just walking. Hurricane led her to where all the vehicles were. There, among the huge vans was
"The Hurri-Cycle! Oh, you shouldn't have"
She got into the sidecar and wriggled about until she was comfortable, it was while since she'd sat in it. Hurricane grinned down at her as he started the engine and soon they were roaring out of the arena and around the city. Molly sighed happily, the breeze rippling through her hair, at last she felt calm and this was just the beginning.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great reviewers I have (Shout outs - BizGirlCharlie - thanks for reviewing again, means a lot girl, hope u get a chance to type 2 me, Hurricane is cute isn't he? Don't worry about the anvil, I get psychotic too! And Tempest - I love u waxing poetic, u look deeper and see my story as I do so carry on) Keep them reviews coming!
The cold looks people had been giving her since King of the Ring hadn't melted, in fact if anything, they'd got worse. As Molly made her way backstage, a week after her powers had acted up, she felt as though she were under a microscope, everyone seemed to be glaring at her or pushing past her roughly. That was OK, she could shield them out, they meant nothing to her, it was just as Christian had said, the losers can't stand the winners. She lifted her head high and made her way through the crowded corridors, not bothering to apologise as she bumped into people, looking for the locker room. As she reached a more spacious area, she heard her name called through the babbling buzz of the crowds. She followed the voice and found herself standing in front of Spike Dudley, sat on an anvil case. He gestured for her to sit down beside him which after a moment's hesitation, she did.
"Pretty rough out there huh?" he said
She'd forgotten how soft and gentle his voice was compared to his reckless and wild ringwork; it always used to soothe her immediately and now was no exception.
"Yeah, apparently nothing I don't deserve" she sighed, shifting the weight of the belt she carried over her shoulder
"Why?"
"They're mad because I cheated to win this title, what can I say? I did because I wanted it so badly, still do"
"And you're proud of that?" he sounded incredulous
"Not proud, just stating a fact, it should have been mine a long time ago and now it is"
"Molly, you've changed," he said abruptly
"So? Just looking out for number one"
"But you're losing out on everything else"
"Look why did you even call me over here? To preach to me?"
"No, because you looked like you needed a friend, guess I was wrong" he sounded bitter now and refused to look her in the eye
"Spike! There you are" a laughing female voice called
Trish Stratus appeared in front of them, dressed in sweats with her hair tied back, annoyingly she still looked stunning. She coldly ignored Molly and turned her attention to Spike.
"We gotta start warming up and planning our offence for our tag team match tonight, Bubba said he'll help us out, he's waiting in the ring now"
Spike leapt off the anvil case and without a backwards glance, followed Trish into the corridor and disappeared into the crowd. Molly stroked the gold face of her belt; it was all worth it, wasn't it? She loved having this belt and saying finally she was the champ but she knew there was something missing. She wanted to feel fulfilled and having the belt only went halfway there, she knew what she needed, what she'd been denying because of the risks. She had to do it. Her mind made up, she got off the anvil case and grabbed the nearest crew member.
"Where's The Hurricane's locker room?"
"Down the second corridor, third on the left"
Without bothering to say thank you, she dashed down the corridor until she found the right door. It was easy to spot anyway with his Hurricane symbol pinned on, it was slightly open so with no one around, she peeked inside. He was sat on a bench, carefully winding tape around his hands. She just watched for a bit, she didn't know why, just enjoyed watching as he moved about getting ready. He pulled a roll of medical tape out of his bag and sat down as though preparing himself. He pulled his top up, Molly gasped, his ribs were reddened and sore. He began wrapping the tape around, wincing as he did. Without thinking, Molly barged in.
"Give it here" she demanded, holding her hand out
"Holy.." Hurricane nearly jumped out of his skin "You gave me a shock Molly!"
"Sorry, but give me the tape and I'll help"
Hurricane frowned, evidently not sure about it. Molly raised her eyebrows.
"Now who's afraid to accept help?"
"Fine, point taken" he handed her the tape then protested when she threw back into his bag
"Look, I know what I'm doing so hush, I want to try something out"
Molly gently placed her fingertips on his ribs, closed her eyes and concentrated hard. She kept the image of energy pouring out of her and into him, healing him, curing him. Hurricane looked at her admiringly, the skin felt warm now and the ribs less painful, it was something she'd never told him about. She moved her fingertips over his ribs, touching each other in turn, beginning to massage them. She poured more in, as much as she could. Then, his ribs stopped hurting. She opened her eyes and couldn't help smiling at Hurricane's astonished face. He took the hand that lay on her ribs and kissed it.
"Thank you, I don't know how you did it, but thank you"
"It was how I first discovered my powers, I was about five and had cut my finger, while my mum searched for a band aid, I pressed my other finger to it and stared at the blood, fascinated, the cut disappeared, when my mum saw it, she gaped, she knew I had the powers then, some in the family do and others don't, we were told never to use them in case others found out, Hardcore threatened to break my legs if I did"
Hurricane breathed testily; it didn't hurt. He carefully pulled his top down and looked at her miserable face.
"What did you come in here for?"
"To say that, I need to help you" she manage difficulty
"What?" Hurricane looked confused
"I need to be a superheroine, you were right after all, I'm not whole without it"
"So just like that you change your mind?"
"No, Spike told me I'd changed and was missing out on everything else, I realised then what I missed, being Mighty Molly" she shrugged "You were right, I could never escape it"
Hurricane broke into a huge grin and grabbed her, shooting up into the air. They spun around, hugging, Molly laughed deliriously. She'd missed this, Hurricane's spontaneous wild spirit that kept her smiling. They got back to earth safely and Molly collapsed on the bench.
"Can't say I'm not pleased, I've missed having you by my side and I'd be lying if I said I haven't needed your help on more than one occasion"
"Listen, I don't want to be the sidekick, that's what made me go in the first place"
"So what do you want to be then?"
"Part of a duo, we're a team and help each other out when we need it"
"Done" they shook hands "you got a match tonight?"
"Don't think so" she smiled a little "Why, what you got in mind?"
"Just wanted to know if you'd care for a tour around this beautiful city"
"I'd love it"
They walked out to the back of the arena, neither saying anything, just walking. Hurricane led her to where all the vehicles were. There, among the huge vans was
"The Hurri-Cycle! Oh, you shouldn't have"
She got into the sidecar and wriggled about until she was comfortable, it was while since she'd sat in it. Hurricane grinned down at her as he started the engine and soon they were roaring out of the arena and around the city. Molly sighed happily, the breeze rippling through her hair, at last she felt calm and this was just the beginning.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great reviewers I have (Shout outs - BizGirlCharlie - thanks for reviewing again, means a lot girl, hope u get a chance to type 2 me, Hurricane is cute isn't he? Don't worry about the anvil, I get psychotic too! And Tempest - I love u waxing poetic, u look deeper and see my story as I do so carry on) Keep them reviews coming!