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"How are the ribs feeling?" Molly asked when Hurricane came to visit her the next week backstage on Raw
"A lot better thanks to you, a little painful still though"
Hurricane sat down carefully on a bench and watched her as she went through her set of sit-ups. He shifted a little uncomfortably, his ribs still paining him. Molly lay back, exhausted.
"Phew! Well that's that done for today"
She grabbed her towel and began towelling off her sweat. Hurricane was looking around the room, in the wonder of a man visiting the women's locker room.
"Oh c'mon, surely you've seen worse in your days of crime fighting?" she teased
"Of course but it's still weird being in here, you're sure none of the other divas will be back soon?"
"Positive, now relax and tell me what's on your mind"
"I was just wondering if you still had your old costume?" he said slowly
Molly got up and closed the door so no one could hear. She turned back to Hurricane
"Sure I do but I'm not going to wear it"
"Why not?"
"In case you haven't noticed, my body has changed since I wore it" she held her arms out in emphasis
Hurricane looking her up and down slowly, causing Molly to blush. She didn't mean it as an invitation for him to check her out.
"I know it has" he said, his eyes softened "your hair's different too"
She self-consciously ran a hand through it; it had changed her colouring dramatically
"Yeah, I like it this way"
"Oh, so do I" said Hurricane hurriedly "Why did you do it anyway?"
"Another part of my 'being taken more seriously' plan, I was sick of being seen as a dizzy blonde so I dyed it back to it's natural colour"
"So if you're not going to wear your old costume what are you going to wear?"
"This"
Molly spun her locker door around to reveal a new costume. It was a black jump-suit as before but square necked instead of backless with bright silver Holly arrows down the sides of the pants part and a giant one down the front of the top. Molly pulled out a bright silver leather cape with the Mighty Molly symbol on, arm gloves and a silver wraparound eye mask. She pulled the mask over her eyes and grinned through the eyeholes at him.
"Ta-da, what do you think?"
"It's really great Molly" he said "who made it?"
"I did, just adapted one of my old ring outfits" he looked at her disbelieving "what, you think I can't sew?"
"No, I'm just learning new things about you" he got up, a painful grimace on his face "I've gotta go take my place in the audience"
"As the Hurricane? Gee, that's really gonna help you blend in with the crowd"
"As mild mannered reporter Gregory Helms" he corrected
With a last smile to her, he whooshed out of the room, leaving a breeze behind that swirled throughout the room before disappearing. Molly shook her head smiling; he always did have a flair for the dramatic. As she began some push-ups, someone walked into the room and stopped in front of her. Molly looked up
"Oh hey Victoria! What you doing here?"
"Molly, I've been trying to find you since last week" her friend hissed under her breath, causing Molly to stop her push-ups and stand up quickly next to her
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Oh it's not me, it's that leach Nowinski" Victoria looked disgusted saying his name "last week he pulled me aside and wanted to know if it was true that you're a virgin, I told him it was and then he turned to Regal and said you wouldn't be for long"
"Great, that's all I need" Molly threw up her hands exasperated "thanks Victoria, at least I'm warned now"
Victoria left quickly, leaving Molly to continue her push-ups and concentrate hard on planning her offence against Trish, trying to banish all thoughts of Nowinski out of her head.
*
The crowd booed loudly as Molly pulled Trish from the top turnbuckle and slammed her hard to the mat. Trish writhed in pain; the ref dropped to his knees, asking if she wanted to give up, Trish shook her head. Molly laughed, she loved it when she had Trish at her mercy. She ran at her but Trish grabbed her legs, bringing her down to the mat before jumping on her, throwing punches. They battled on the mat for a few minutes before Trish began gaining the advantage but when she went for a pin, someone was on the apron, distracting the referee. Molly looked up dazed; it was Chris, arguing loudly with the referee to be let in. As Trish stood annoyed, hands on her hips, Molly got her feet and took advantage, suplexing Trish. She then got to the top turnbuckle to fly into the Molly-Go-Round but she stood precariously, a hand shoved her off so that she landed groggily on her canvas. She felt herself receiving the Stratus-Faction and then being pinned, too disorientated to fight it. Her head felt hazy, she couldn't quite focus properly. She heard the ref call for some EMTs then hands held her steady as she was gently positioned onto a stretcher. She tried speaking, but couldn't.
When they got backstage, she raised a hand to get some attention
"I think I'm just concussed" she said throatily "Really, that's all it is"
One of the medics smiled at her as they got to the medics' room, carefully setting her down on one of the beds
"OK honey, just sit up for us, can you do that? Good, now look into the light, you can? That's great"
Molly numbly obeyed everything they said as they carefully checked her over before letting her lie down to rest. It was, they said, a concussion and some bruising, that was all.
"Molly!" a voice frantically called her name across the room She looked up as Hurricane rushed to her side, still in his civilian clothes. He grabbed her hand and looked at her concerned
"You OK? That was a pretty hard fall you took"
"I know, I wasn't prepared for it so couldn't get into the right position to land safely, you saw him do it didn't you?"
"Yeah, it was Nowinski all right, he must still be sore after you rejected him"
"That and Victoria told him that he's bragged that I won't be a virgin for much longer"
"What?! That scumbag, he needs to be taught a lesson" Hurricane spat
"I know but lets not do anything yet" Molly said trying to calm him down "not until we're fully prepared and then" a gleam twinkled in Molly's eyes "we'll take him down and out"
"As you wish, you call the shots on this one"
They gripped hands for a second, their eyes meeting in determination. They were ready to work as a team and that would be Nowinski's and anyone else who stood in their way's worst nightmare.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanx once again to the great reviewers I have, they are brilliant to review me (shout outs: BizGirlCharlie - I don't mind if u can't email all the time girl, I understand! Glad ur loving my story coz so am I! And Fallen Angel - hey girl I love Molly and Hurricane as a couple too but we'll have to wait and see huh? Hope u find time to type to me!) Keep on reading and reviewing guys!
"How are the ribs feeling?" Molly asked when Hurricane came to visit her the next week backstage on Raw
"A lot better thanks to you, a little painful still though"
Hurricane sat down carefully on a bench and watched her as she went through her set of sit-ups. He shifted a little uncomfortably, his ribs still paining him. Molly lay back, exhausted.
"Phew! Well that's that done for today"
She grabbed her towel and began towelling off her sweat. Hurricane was looking around the room, in the wonder of a man visiting the women's locker room.
"Oh c'mon, surely you've seen worse in your days of crime fighting?" she teased
"Of course but it's still weird being in here, you're sure none of the other divas will be back soon?"
"Positive, now relax and tell me what's on your mind"
"I was just wondering if you still had your old costume?" he said slowly
Molly got up and closed the door so no one could hear. She turned back to Hurricane
"Sure I do but I'm not going to wear it"
"Why not?"
"In case you haven't noticed, my body has changed since I wore it" she held her arms out in emphasis
Hurricane looking her up and down slowly, causing Molly to blush. She didn't mean it as an invitation for him to check her out.
"I know it has" he said, his eyes softened "your hair's different too"
She self-consciously ran a hand through it; it had changed her colouring dramatically
"Yeah, I like it this way"
"Oh, so do I" said Hurricane hurriedly "Why did you do it anyway?"
"Another part of my 'being taken more seriously' plan, I was sick of being seen as a dizzy blonde so I dyed it back to it's natural colour"
"So if you're not going to wear your old costume what are you going to wear?"
"This"
Molly spun her locker door around to reveal a new costume. It was a black jump-suit as before but square necked instead of backless with bright silver Holly arrows down the sides of the pants part and a giant one down the front of the top. Molly pulled out a bright silver leather cape with the Mighty Molly symbol on, arm gloves and a silver wraparound eye mask. She pulled the mask over her eyes and grinned through the eyeholes at him.
"Ta-da, what do you think?"
"It's really great Molly" he said "who made it?"
"I did, just adapted one of my old ring outfits" he looked at her disbelieving "what, you think I can't sew?"
"No, I'm just learning new things about you" he got up, a painful grimace on his face "I've gotta go take my place in the audience"
"As the Hurricane? Gee, that's really gonna help you blend in with the crowd"
"As mild mannered reporter Gregory Helms" he corrected
With a last smile to her, he whooshed out of the room, leaving a breeze behind that swirled throughout the room before disappearing. Molly shook her head smiling; he always did have a flair for the dramatic. As she began some push-ups, someone walked into the room and stopped in front of her. Molly looked up
"Oh hey Victoria! What you doing here?"
"Molly, I've been trying to find you since last week" her friend hissed under her breath, causing Molly to stop her push-ups and stand up quickly next to her
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Oh it's not me, it's that leach Nowinski" Victoria looked disgusted saying his name "last week he pulled me aside and wanted to know if it was true that you're a virgin, I told him it was and then he turned to Regal and said you wouldn't be for long"
"Great, that's all I need" Molly threw up her hands exasperated "thanks Victoria, at least I'm warned now"
Victoria left quickly, leaving Molly to continue her push-ups and concentrate hard on planning her offence against Trish, trying to banish all thoughts of Nowinski out of her head.
*
The crowd booed loudly as Molly pulled Trish from the top turnbuckle and slammed her hard to the mat. Trish writhed in pain; the ref dropped to his knees, asking if she wanted to give up, Trish shook her head. Molly laughed, she loved it when she had Trish at her mercy. She ran at her but Trish grabbed her legs, bringing her down to the mat before jumping on her, throwing punches. They battled on the mat for a few minutes before Trish began gaining the advantage but when she went for a pin, someone was on the apron, distracting the referee. Molly looked up dazed; it was Chris, arguing loudly with the referee to be let in. As Trish stood annoyed, hands on her hips, Molly got her feet and took advantage, suplexing Trish. She then got to the top turnbuckle to fly into the Molly-Go-Round but she stood precariously, a hand shoved her off so that she landed groggily on her canvas. She felt herself receiving the Stratus-Faction and then being pinned, too disorientated to fight it. Her head felt hazy, she couldn't quite focus properly. She heard the ref call for some EMTs then hands held her steady as she was gently positioned onto a stretcher. She tried speaking, but couldn't.
When they got backstage, she raised a hand to get some attention
"I think I'm just concussed" she said throatily "Really, that's all it is"
One of the medics smiled at her as they got to the medics' room, carefully setting her down on one of the beds
"OK honey, just sit up for us, can you do that? Good, now look into the light, you can? That's great"
Molly numbly obeyed everything they said as they carefully checked her over before letting her lie down to rest. It was, they said, a concussion and some bruising, that was all.
"Molly!" a voice frantically called her name across the room She looked up as Hurricane rushed to her side, still in his civilian clothes. He grabbed her hand and looked at her concerned
"You OK? That was a pretty hard fall you took"
"I know, I wasn't prepared for it so couldn't get into the right position to land safely, you saw him do it didn't you?"
"Yeah, it was Nowinski all right, he must still be sore after you rejected him"
"That and Victoria told him that he's bragged that I won't be a virgin for much longer"
"What?! That scumbag, he needs to be taught a lesson" Hurricane spat
"I know but lets not do anything yet" Molly said trying to calm him down "not until we're fully prepared and then" a gleam twinkled in Molly's eyes "we'll take him down and out"
"As you wish, you call the shots on this one"
They gripped hands for a second, their eyes meeting in determination. They were ready to work as a team and that would be Nowinski's and anyone else who stood in their way's worst nightmare.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanx once again to the great reviewers I have, they are brilliant to review me (shout outs: BizGirlCharlie - I don't mind if u can't email all the time girl, I understand! Glad ur loving my story coz so am I! And Fallen Angel - hey girl I love Molly and Hurricane as a couple too but we'll have to wait and see huh? Hope u find time to type to me!) Keep on reading and reviewing guys!