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Molly searched the crowded arena for him, Nowinksi, it may have been a couple of weeks since his unprovoked attack on her but she was still fuming mad that he'd do such a thing. Not only was it pathetic on his part for doing it because she'd turned him down but also he'd helped that slut Trish win, that she couldn't bear the thought of. Trish had been gloating ever since.
She spotted him, leaning up against the wall, talking on his cell-phone; she was not going to hold back now. She stormed over to him and stood, hands on her hips in his line of vision. He gave her a lazy smile and held a finger up to signal he'd be done in a minute. She couldn't wait; she tore the phone from his hands and turned it off before throwing it back at him. He glared at her in pure annoyance
"What's your problem?" he demanded
"Right now you, what gave you the right to come down to that ring and attack me for no reason and costing me the match?"
"Oh you're not still going on about that are you?" he groaned "I had to take care of a little business that's all"
"And I'm that business huh? You're pathetic for attacking a woman who turned you down"
As Molly turned to go, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a nearby empty corridor. She wrenched herself away and looked at him accusingly
"I can give you another chance to put right what you did wrong in the first place" he offered softly, unashamedly looking her up and down
"How about not in a million years Nowinski?"
"How about now?" he retorted, grabbing her suddenly and pinning her arms behind her back
Molly struggled but it was no use, he was too strong. There was no Hurricane to save her now; he was out doing promotion. It was a time she had to use her powers. Summoning all her strength, she leapt out of his arms and punched him so hard in the face that he flew down the corridor and ended up slumped against the wall, blood trickling down his nose. With a last glance, she disappeared out of the corridor, hoping that was the last time she had to deal with Chris Nowinski.
*
Nowinski sat in his locker room, thinking hard. He was mad that he'd let Molly go again and that she'd managed to draw his blood. But more than anything else, he was puzzled over her sudden and superior strength she'd displayed. He couldn't work out where that had come from. Make no mistake, he wanted to make her pay but he didn't want to hurt her himself, not after what happened last time he did. He'd need someone who hated Molly and wanted to see her go down while he was able to finally get what he wanted; her for one night.
He went out of the locker room and searched the corridors for a possible accomplice. There was no one who had enough of a vendetta. But then, he saw her, walking ahead of him. He hurried to catch up
"Trish! How you doing today?" he tried the friendly approach
"Can it Nowinski, I'm not interested" was her cool reply
"I don't want a date, I just want to talk"
"So talk" she stopped suddenly and faced him, arms crossed, foot tapping
He took a deep breath, women like Trish made him a little nervous; they were almost perfectly beautiful to look at but were intelligent and smart, knowing what to do and where to go. They were a little threatening because at any moment, you might be under their spell and being used on their way to the top
"I know you hate Molly, I was wondering if you were willing to help me...how do I put this..disable her?"
Trish's eyes lit up at this and a slow smile spread across her face
"Whatever it takes to take her down, I'm in, but let me ask you something, I'm doing it for my title but you? What have you got to gain from it?"
"What makes you think I've something to gain from it?"
"Don't play dumb with me, everyone has something to gain when they take somebody down"
"I get her and I have a little plan I'm sure you're gonna love"
*
"Hey Hurricane!" a mocking voice called
Hurricane turned around and tried hard not to scowl; it was that scumbag Nowinski. Remember what Molly said, don't get mad get even. He tried an amicable smile
"Hey Chris, just got back from doing from promo work for the company, how did your match go?"
"Oh, it went real well, I'm just here to take care of some business"
Hurricane felt his hurri-senses jolt, he heard quietened footsteps behind him. Before he could duck, a steel chair crashed down onto his head. He looked up from the floor; he could see Nowinski looking down on him and another person, blonde, feminine. Before he could register, he felt himself being picked up and then slammed into one of the walls. He heard a crack, that did not sound good. Nothing did after that.
*
Where was he? Molly hurried through the corridors, Hurricane had agreed to meet her over ten minutes ago. As she raced through the corridors combing the crowds for him, her super-senses suddenly shot into life, tingling all over body. She knew immediately, Hurricane was in trouble. Only when he was in trouble did her senses go overboard. She looked into each corridor for signs of him. Then she found him. Lying on the floor, motionless, as though he was dead.
*
"Come on, wake up Hurricane!" she said desperately, gently shaking him.
He was lying on one of the medic beds in the arena, out cold. After she'd called the medics, they'd whisked him away to here. They'd told her he'd taken a nasty shot to the head and had severe bruising to his ribs, possibly a cracked rib too. Who would do this? She couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing. She was beginning to feel trapped in this room. She went outside and began pacing the corridor. No one was around so in a fit of fury, she punched the wall, taking a large chunk of it out. That felt better. One of the medics came out at the noise and raised his eyebrows at the hole
"I kicked the wall" Molly explained weakly
She went back into the room and sat back down next to Hurricane. They'd had to take his mask off, which she knew he'd hate. She held it in her hands now, his identity, that's what it was. When he rescued people, it was his smiling eyes they saw and his wide grin. It had become part of him. As she mused this over, staring at the mask, she heard a small groan. Hurricane was waking up. He opened an eye, when he saw it was her, smiled in relief "Why haven't I got my mask on?" he hissed
"Medics wouldn't let you"
"Ah well" he began to sit up before lying back down, scowling at the pain.
"Man, that's a headache and a half" he muttered "Molly, would you.? I mean..if you don't mind"
"Of course not" she put a hand to his head and began her healing process
"Thanks because have I got something to tell you!"
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Molly searched the crowded arena for him, Nowinksi, it may have been a couple of weeks since his unprovoked attack on her but she was still fuming mad that he'd do such a thing. Not only was it pathetic on his part for doing it because she'd turned him down but also he'd helped that slut Trish win, that she couldn't bear the thought of. Trish had been gloating ever since.
She spotted him, leaning up against the wall, talking on his cell-phone; she was not going to hold back now. She stormed over to him and stood, hands on her hips in his line of vision. He gave her a lazy smile and held a finger up to signal he'd be done in a minute. She couldn't wait; she tore the phone from his hands and turned it off before throwing it back at him. He glared at her in pure annoyance
"What's your problem?" he demanded
"Right now you, what gave you the right to come down to that ring and attack me for no reason and costing me the match?"
"Oh you're not still going on about that are you?" he groaned "I had to take care of a little business that's all"
"And I'm that business huh? You're pathetic for attacking a woman who turned you down"
As Molly turned to go, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a nearby empty corridor. She wrenched herself away and looked at him accusingly
"I can give you another chance to put right what you did wrong in the first place" he offered softly, unashamedly looking her up and down
"How about not in a million years Nowinski?"
"How about now?" he retorted, grabbing her suddenly and pinning her arms behind her back
Molly struggled but it was no use, he was too strong. There was no Hurricane to save her now; he was out doing promotion. It was a time she had to use her powers. Summoning all her strength, she leapt out of his arms and punched him so hard in the face that he flew down the corridor and ended up slumped against the wall, blood trickling down his nose. With a last glance, she disappeared out of the corridor, hoping that was the last time she had to deal with Chris Nowinski.
*
Nowinski sat in his locker room, thinking hard. He was mad that he'd let Molly go again and that she'd managed to draw his blood. But more than anything else, he was puzzled over her sudden and superior strength she'd displayed. He couldn't work out where that had come from. Make no mistake, he wanted to make her pay but he didn't want to hurt her himself, not after what happened last time he did. He'd need someone who hated Molly and wanted to see her go down while he was able to finally get what he wanted; her for one night.
He went out of the locker room and searched the corridors for a possible accomplice. There was no one who had enough of a vendetta. But then, he saw her, walking ahead of him. He hurried to catch up
"Trish! How you doing today?" he tried the friendly approach
"Can it Nowinski, I'm not interested" was her cool reply
"I don't want a date, I just want to talk"
"So talk" she stopped suddenly and faced him, arms crossed, foot tapping
He took a deep breath, women like Trish made him a little nervous; they were almost perfectly beautiful to look at but were intelligent and smart, knowing what to do and where to go. They were a little threatening because at any moment, you might be under their spell and being used on their way to the top
"I know you hate Molly, I was wondering if you were willing to help me...how do I put this..disable her?"
Trish's eyes lit up at this and a slow smile spread across her face
"Whatever it takes to take her down, I'm in, but let me ask you something, I'm doing it for my title but you? What have you got to gain from it?"
"What makes you think I've something to gain from it?"
"Don't play dumb with me, everyone has something to gain when they take somebody down"
"I get her and I have a little plan I'm sure you're gonna love"
*
"Hey Hurricane!" a mocking voice called
Hurricane turned around and tried hard not to scowl; it was that scumbag Nowinski. Remember what Molly said, don't get mad get even. He tried an amicable smile
"Hey Chris, just got back from doing from promo work for the company, how did your match go?"
"Oh, it went real well, I'm just here to take care of some business"
Hurricane felt his hurri-senses jolt, he heard quietened footsteps behind him. Before he could duck, a steel chair crashed down onto his head. He looked up from the floor; he could see Nowinski looking down on him and another person, blonde, feminine. Before he could register, he felt himself being picked up and then slammed into one of the walls. He heard a crack, that did not sound good. Nothing did after that.
*
Where was he? Molly hurried through the corridors, Hurricane had agreed to meet her over ten minutes ago. As she raced through the corridors combing the crowds for him, her super-senses suddenly shot into life, tingling all over body. She knew immediately, Hurricane was in trouble. Only when he was in trouble did her senses go overboard. She looked into each corridor for signs of him. Then she found him. Lying on the floor, motionless, as though he was dead.
*
"Come on, wake up Hurricane!" she said desperately, gently shaking him.
He was lying on one of the medic beds in the arena, out cold. After she'd called the medics, they'd whisked him away to here. They'd told her he'd taken a nasty shot to the head and had severe bruising to his ribs, possibly a cracked rib too. Who would do this? She couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing. She was beginning to feel trapped in this room. She went outside and began pacing the corridor. No one was around so in a fit of fury, she punched the wall, taking a large chunk of it out. That felt better. One of the medics came out at the noise and raised his eyebrows at the hole
"I kicked the wall" Molly explained weakly
She went back into the room and sat back down next to Hurricane. They'd had to take his mask off, which she knew he'd hate. She held it in her hands now, his identity, that's what it was. When he rescued people, it was his smiling eyes they saw and his wide grin. It had become part of him. As she mused this over, staring at the mask, she heard a small groan. Hurricane was waking up. He opened an eye, when he saw it was her, smiled in relief "Why haven't I got my mask on?" he hissed
"Medics wouldn't let you"
"Ah well" he began to sit up before lying back down, scowling at the pain.
"Man, that's a headache and a half" he muttered "Molly, would you.? I mean..if you don't mind"
"Of course not" she put a hand to his head and began her healing process
"Thanks because have I got something to tell you!"
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to my great reviewers, I couldn't do this without u lot!