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Molly hurried out of the medics' room for a second time that evening, she hoped it wouldn't become a habit. Hurricane had listened to her excited chatter then had nodded, telling her they'd plan the next approach when they were together at Smackdown. He was too weary to do anything else at the moment, his ribs still aching and overwhelmed with tiredness. She'd left him dozing.
She wasn't sure where to go now, she felt restless, not ready to go to the hotel yet. She felt like she needed a real good workout but no gym would be open now. Sighing, she retrieved her bags from the divas' locker room and headed for the exit. She heard someone clear their throat behind her, she turned. It was Trish again, the last person she wanted to see.
"What is it Trish?" she said
"Nothing, just wanted to see if you were doing OK, what with your good friend being beaten within an inch of his life and all that" Trish inspected her like something she'd buy "See you next week"
With a wink, Trish turned to go. Molly couldn't stand it, her anger burning up inside of her. She dropped her bags and ran at Trish, bundling her into an empty corridor. She threw her to the ground and began punching her head relentlessly, breathing hard
"Don't you ever, ever, make light of the fact that my friend is hurt! Do you hear me?" she seethed
Without waiting for a reply, Molly stomped away, grabbed her bags and went out of the backdoor. Trish waited a moment before carefully pulling herself to her feet, she smoothed her hair down, feeling the bruises beginning to form on her face. A sly smile appeared
"Aren't we touchy? How interesting, his plan worked after all" she mused to herself, walking off
*
Chris Nowinksi gulped down a cup of coffee and pulled a face, it was bitter and black, vile in fact but it would keep him awake. He lay back on his hotel bed, his thoughts finally becoming clear after trying to work it all out all day. Suddenly, the hotel phone rang on the beside table, he picked it up
"Hello?"
"Chris? Trish" she said, all business
"Well what happened?"
"Molly is very fired up over what happened to Hurricane, she attacked me when I commented and seems very upset, what a pity"
"Great work, now we need to move in for the kill but first, have you noticed anything a little strange about her and Hurricane?"
"Apart from the fact that they're pathetic losers with no friends except each other? No, why?"
"I think they're hiding something from us, from everyone in fact" Chris tried to explain
"Cut the babble, what are you trying to say, bottom line" Trish snapped
"I'm saying they have powers that we don't know about" he said "let me explain...."
*
Molly pulled her ring clothes out of her bag, unfolding them and laying them carefully out on the bench in front of her. The belt lay gleaming on top of the silver case it travelled in. She smiled at it affectionately, then the door opened and someone else came in. It was Trish, Molly squashed a groan.
"We've gotta stop meeting like this" she cracked
"Molly, I know" Trish said simply before beginning to unload her bag
"You know what?"
"How do I put this..." Trish pretended to think hard "Oh wait, I know, you and Hurricane have real super powers, there that wasn't too hard"
The clothes in Molly's hands fell to the floor. She gaped at Trish, it wasn't possible. No one knew except her and Hurricane and he was hardly likely to have to told Trish. How did she find out? Then it dawned on her, Trish and Nowinkski both had experience of the super powers and had realised what was happening.
"Can you imagine the attention I'll get?" continued Trish, sitting down "I'll get so much TV coverage and newspaper coverage, all the men who'll want to meet me? All the men who'll promise me the world because they want me in the sack? The woman who first discovered the world's real superheroes, nice ring to it, They may get me if they're worth it, think of all the presents, the clothes, the jewels, ah it would be perfect"
"You wouldn't" said Molly, her voice barely under control
"Oh wouldn't I? What have I got to gain by not telling? Hmmm" Trish sat back
"Because you'll ruin too lives by doing so"
"Too bad" said Trish, her eyes glowing "I'll finally get what's mine, all the attention that I deserve, unless..."
"Unless what?" asked Molly, suspiciously, with Trish there was always a catch
"Unless you were willing to drop the title to me"
The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Give up her title! No! she'd worked so hard to get her hands on it, she couldn't go through it all again. She looked at Trish who stared pleasurably back. She was enjoying this, realised Molly, she was enjoying her discomfort and squirming.
"I'll give you a little while to think about it, it's not hard, lose your title or your own identity, bye bye now"
Trish disappeared out of the room, leaving Molly alone in stunned silence. She sat down suddenly, her thoughts whirling and whirling, never seeming to find a solution. What was more important? The title or her own freedom? She'd gone through so much to become champ and now it would be taken away from her because of some blackmail. Clutching the belt in her hands, she finally wept, she knew she'd have to give it up.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great reviewers who take the time to tell me what they think! (shout outs: Tempest - thanks for continually reviewing, I really am thankful, it means a lot to me and BizGirlCharlie - there will be revenge I promise and maybe a little smoochie smooch, you'll have 2 wait and see! Lol) Keep reading and writing for me!
Molly hurried out of the medics' room for a second time that evening, she hoped it wouldn't become a habit. Hurricane had listened to her excited chatter then had nodded, telling her they'd plan the next approach when they were together at Smackdown. He was too weary to do anything else at the moment, his ribs still aching and overwhelmed with tiredness. She'd left him dozing.
She wasn't sure where to go now, she felt restless, not ready to go to the hotel yet. She felt like she needed a real good workout but no gym would be open now. Sighing, she retrieved her bags from the divas' locker room and headed for the exit. She heard someone clear their throat behind her, she turned. It was Trish again, the last person she wanted to see.
"What is it Trish?" she said
"Nothing, just wanted to see if you were doing OK, what with your good friend being beaten within an inch of his life and all that" Trish inspected her like something she'd buy "See you next week"
With a wink, Trish turned to go. Molly couldn't stand it, her anger burning up inside of her. She dropped her bags and ran at Trish, bundling her into an empty corridor. She threw her to the ground and began punching her head relentlessly, breathing hard
"Don't you ever, ever, make light of the fact that my friend is hurt! Do you hear me?" she seethed
Without waiting for a reply, Molly stomped away, grabbed her bags and went out of the backdoor. Trish waited a moment before carefully pulling herself to her feet, she smoothed her hair down, feeling the bruises beginning to form on her face. A sly smile appeared
"Aren't we touchy? How interesting, his plan worked after all" she mused to herself, walking off
*
Chris Nowinksi gulped down a cup of coffee and pulled a face, it was bitter and black, vile in fact but it would keep him awake. He lay back on his hotel bed, his thoughts finally becoming clear after trying to work it all out all day. Suddenly, the hotel phone rang on the beside table, he picked it up
"Hello?"
"Chris? Trish" she said, all business
"Well what happened?"
"Molly is very fired up over what happened to Hurricane, she attacked me when I commented and seems very upset, what a pity"
"Great work, now we need to move in for the kill but first, have you noticed anything a little strange about her and Hurricane?"
"Apart from the fact that they're pathetic losers with no friends except each other? No, why?"
"I think they're hiding something from us, from everyone in fact" Chris tried to explain
"Cut the babble, what are you trying to say, bottom line" Trish snapped
"I'm saying they have powers that we don't know about" he said "let me explain...."
*
Molly pulled her ring clothes out of her bag, unfolding them and laying them carefully out on the bench in front of her. The belt lay gleaming on top of the silver case it travelled in. She smiled at it affectionately, then the door opened and someone else came in. It was Trish, Molly squashed a groan.
"We've gotta stop meeting like this" she cracked
"Molly, I know" Trish said simply before beginning to unload her bag
"You know what?"
"How do I put this..." Trish pretended to think hard "Oh wait, I know, you and Hurricane have real super powers, there that wasn't too hard"
The clothes in Molly's hands fell to the floor. She gaped at Trish, it wasn't possible. No one knew except her and Hurricane and he was hardly likely to have to told Trish. How did she find out? Then it dawned on her, Trish and Nowinkski both had experience of the super powers and had realised what was happening.
"Can you imagine the attention I'll get?" continued Trish, sitting down "I'll get so much TV coverage and newspaper coverage, all the men who'll want to meet me? All the men who'll promise me the world because they want me in the sack? The woman who first discovered the world's real superheroes, nice ring to it, They may get me if they're worth it, think of all the presents, the clothes, the jewels, ah it would be perfect"
"You wouldn't" said Molly, her voice barely under control
"Oh wouldn't I? What have I got to gain by not telling? Hmmm" Trish sat back
"Because you'll ruin too lives by doing so"
"Too bad" said Trish, her eyes glowing "I'll finally get what's mine, all the attention that I deserve, unless..."
"Unless what?" asked Molly, suspiciously, with Trish there was always a catch
"Unless you were willing to drop the title to me"
The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Give up her title! No! she'd worked so hard to get her hands on it, she couldn't go through it all again. She looked at Trish who stared pleasurably back. She was enjoying this, realised Molly, she was enjoying her discomfort and squirming.
"I'll give you a little while to think about it, it's not hard, lose your title or your own identity, bye bye now"
Trish disappeared out of the room, leaving Molly alone in stunned silence. She sat down suddenly, her thoughts whirling and whirling, never seeming to find a solution. What was more important? The title or her own freedom? She'd gone through so much to become champ and now it would be taken away from her because of some blackmail. Clutching the belt in her hands, she finally wept, she knew she'd have to give it up.
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the great reviewers who take the time to tell me what they think! (shout outs: Tempest - thanks for continually reviewing, I really am thankful, it means a lot to me and BizGirlCharlie - there will be revenge I promise and maybe a little smoochie smooch, you'll have 2 wait and see! Lol) Keep reading and writing for me!