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"Molly, you gotta stop, you're gonna wear the carpet down!" joked Hurricane
"Not in the mood right now, seriously not in the mood" snapped back Molly
She was pacing the floor impatiently in the Hurricane's locker room, it was nearly time for Smackdown to start but it was the furthest thing from her mind. Trish's offer had been permanently playing in her head, taunting her. She felt completely torn apart even though she knew what she had to do. It was because she didn't want to do it.
"I've gotta give this up" she said at last, picking the belt up from the bench and holding it up "I don't want to but I'll have to"
As she spoke, tears began choking her words, forcing her to sit down suddenly, her head in her hands. Hurricane quickly sat down next to her and put an arm around her. She leaned into him, glad that he was not only her partner but also her friend
"I know how much that belt means to you Mol, but if you don't drop it to Trish then there's gonna be a lot of people asking a lot of questions about you and me and that could stop us from ever using our powers again, as you know that isn't good"
"I know" Molly took a deep breath and wiped her tears away "It's just that I fought so hard to get this belt, I gave up so much for it, I gave up being your sidekick because I wanted to be the best, it sets me apart from the pack, I don't get lost in the pack"
"You stand out anyway, you look different, you don't try to be eye candy, you're there to wrestle, like Lita you bring something different; talent and like her, you're beautiful, especially if you look further than skin deep"
Impulsively she grabbed him into a hug, holding onto him as though he was the only thing keeping her alive, in a way he was, her closest friend back here. He hugged her back and then released her.
"Nearly time for my match, who've you got tonight?"
"Torrie Wilson, I saw her doing one of her skimpy photo shoots on the beach today because of that stupid Golden Thong award and told her to meet me in the ring to fight for a serious prize - my belt, she took her top off to pose for her next photo saying it was a pose I liked best, she sure is shameless"
Hurricane looked a little dazed; Molly waved a hand in front of his face
"Hello? Hurricane? Wake up in there!"
"Sorry, just the thought of Torrie Wilson without a top on"
Molly smacked him on the arm, grinning. He grinned back
"Good to see you smiling again, just focus and forget about Trish, there may be a way for you to keep your title and keep our identities"
"How? With one of those 'Men In Black' memory erasers?" she teased
"Maybe" Hurricane said thoughtfully, he looked like a light bulb had gone off in his head "I'm gonna see if I can find something, meet you here after the show?"
"Got it"
Hurricane whooshed out of the room, leaving Molly to start her exercises before her match, trying to keep her mind off Trish and onto her title defence.
*
"How was the match?" Molly asked as Hurricane appeared in his locker room
"Not bad, could have been better but it's fun establishing a cruiserweight division, so many great guys to work with" he pulled a small cloth bag off his hurri-belt and held it out to her
"What's this?" she asked, plainly confused
She opened it; it was full of dust or powder, faintly golden. She pulled a handful out and examined it; it smelt faintly of flowers. She cocked an eyebrow at him, still none the wiser.
"Memory loss dust" he said triumphantly
"What? You have got to be kidding me" she laughed, brushing it off her hands "how does it work?"
"Simple, you throw it over the person you want to forget something, say what you want them to forget and pow! It's gone!" he whizzed around the room as he explained, very excited
"Where did you get this?"
"We superheroes have a network, when one of us comes up with a new product to aid crime fighting, we pass it on down the grapevine, I remembered I had a new delivery this morning and saw that in it"
"Well, I'm willing to try anything, no matter how crazy I guess" said Molly
"Monday night then" Hurricane said
"Monday night" Molly shook hands with him, still grinning, trust him to come up with a crazy scheme.
*
"You sure this'll work?" Molly was starting to get nervous now
She and Hurricane were hidden in one of the empty corridors. Molly felt slightly uneasy, in her superhero costume, she'd worn it before but that was to save lives, now if someone saw her, they'd laugh. She peered out.
"She's coming!" she hissed
"OK, you know what to do"
She nodded and said a silent prayer, she was really hoping this would work. Trish strolled into view, as she was about to pass the corridor entrance, Molly reached out and grabbed her, clapping a hand over her mouth. Molly made sure that Trish couldn't see her, holding her still from behind. Hurricane came dug into his bag, pulled out a handful of dust and threw it over Trish. Molly jumped out the way and held her cape over her face to stop herself from inhaling any. Hurricane did the same and began speaking
"Molly is not a super heroine, she does not have super powers and you did not attack me with Chris Nowinksi"
Trish nodded, her eyes closing. She fell limply to the floor. Molly tore her eye mask off and carefully lifted Trish.
"I'll take her to the divas' room, what if Nowinksi tries to tell her it all did happen?"
"She won't believe him, she'll think he's making it all up because she's convinced it didn't happen"
"Great, she'll recover in time for the show, right?"
"Should do, throw some water over her if she hasn't"
"Thank you for providing me with evidence" a voice suddenly boomed
Molly and Hurricane looked at each other and then at the entrance of the corridor, Chris Nowinski grinned at them smugly, a video camera in his hands
"I thought I'd have a problem proving your powers, but you just helped me a lot, if they don't believe me, maybe they'll take you in for witchcraft"
With a laugh, he walked away, leaving Molly and Hurricane staring at each other in horror.
"We really are in trouble now" Hurricane exclaimed
Read, enjoy, review! I know this one is a little more fantasy like but hey, they're superheroes! Thanks to all the great people who take time to review me, I really am grateful (shout outs: Tempest - lol, yeah it is frustrating huh? Don't worry, I promise the day will be saved eventually!, Cristal - thanks for saying such kind things and hosting me, I like ur locker-ed in story! Arshes Excentrique - I'll try not to be evil and have them kiss in the last chapter, promise, lol and BizGirlCharlie - thanx for ur review girl, I appreciate it, everything'll turn out well in the end!) keep reading and reviewing!
"Molly, you gotta stop, you're gonna wear the carpet down!" joked Hurricane
"Not in the mood right now, seriously not in the mood" snapped back Molly
She was pacing the floor impatiently in the Hurricane's locker room, it was nearly time for Smackdown to start but it was the furthest thing from her mind. Trish's offer had been permanently playing in her head, taunting her. She felt completely torn apart even though she knew what she had to do. It was because she didn't want to do it.
"I've gotta give this up" she said at last, picking the belt up from the bench and holding it up "I don't want to but I'll have to"
As she spoke, tears began choking her words, forcing her to sit down suddenly, her head in her hands. Hurricane quickly sat down next to her and put an arm around her. She leaned into him, glad that he was not only her partner but also her friend
"I know how much that belt means to you Mol, but if you don't drop it to Trish then there's gonna be a lot of people asking a lot of questions about you and me and that could stop us from ever using our powers again, as you know that isn't good"
"I know" Molly took a deep breath and wiped her tears away "It's just that I fought so hard to get this belt, I gave up so much for it, I gave up being your sidekick because I wanted to be the best, it sets me apart from the pack, I don't get lost in the pack"
"You stand out anyway, you look different, you don't try to be eye candy, you're there to wrestle, like Lita you bring something different; talent and like her, you're beautiful, especially if you look further than skin deep"
Impulsively she grabbed him into a hug, holding onto him as though he was the only thing keeping her alive, in a way he was, her closest friend back here. He hugged her back and then released her.
"Nearly time for my match, who've you got tonight?"
"Torrie Wilson, I saw her doing one of her skimpy photo shoots on the beach today because of that stupid Golden Thong award and told her to meet me in the ring to fight for a serious prize - my belt, she took her top off to pose for her next photo saying it was a pose I liked best, she sure is shameless"
Hurricane looked a little dazed; Molly waved a hand in front of his face
"Hello? Hurricane? Wake up in there!"
"Sorry, just the thought of Torrie Wilson without a top on"
Molly smacked him on the arm, grinning. He grinned back
"Good to see you smiling again, just focus and forget about Trish, there may be a way for you to keep your title and keep our identities"
"How? With one of those 'Men In Black' memory erasers?" she teased
"Maybe" Hurricane said thoughtfully, he looked like a light bulb had gone off in his head "I'm gonna see if I can find something, meet you here after the show?"
"Got it"
Hurricane whooshed out of the room, leaving Molly to start her exercises before her match, trying to keep her mind off Trish and onto her title defence.
*
"How was the match?" Molly asked as Hurricane appeared in his locker room
"Not bad, could have been better but it's fun establishing a cruiserweight division, so many great guys to work with" he pulled a small cloth bag off his hurri-belt and held it out to her
"What's this?" she asked, plainly confused
She opened it; it was full of dust or powder, faintly golden. She pulled a handful out and examined it; it smelt faintly of flowers. She cocked an eyebrow at him, still none the wiser.
"Memory loss dust" he said triumphantly
"What? You have got to be kidding me" she laughed, brushing it off her hands "how does it work?"
"Simple, you throw it over the person you want to forget something, say what you want them to forget and pow! It's gone!" he whizzed around the room as he explained, very excited
"Where did you get this?"
"We superheroes have a network, when one of us comes up with a new product to aid crime fighting, we pass it on down the grapevine, I remembered I had a new delivery this morning and saw that in it"
"Well, I'm willing to try anything, no matter how crazy I guess" said Molly
"Monday night then" Hurricane said
"Monday night" Molly shook hands with him, still grinning, trust him to come up with a crazy scheme.
*
"You sure this'll work?" Molly was starting to get nervous now
She and Hurricane were hidden in one of the empty corridors. Molly felt slightly uneasy, in her superhero costume, she'd worn it before but that was to save lives, now if someone saw her, they'd laugh. She peered out.
"She's coming!" she hissed
"OK, you know what to do"
She nodded and said a silent prayer, she was really hoping this would work. Trish strolled into view, as she was about to pass the corridor entrance, Molly reached out and grabbed her, clapping a hand over her mouth. Molly made sure that Trish couldn't see her, holding her still from behind. Hurricane came dug into his bag, pulled out a handful of dust and threw it over Trish. Molly jumped out the way and held her cape over her face to stop herself from inhaling any. Hurricane did the same and began speaking
"Molly is not a super heroine, she does not have super powers and you did not attack me with Chris Nowinksi"
Trish nodded, her eyes closing. She fell limply to the floor. Molly tore her eye mask off and carefully lifted Trish.
"I'll take her to the divas' room, what if Nowinksi tries to tell her it all did happen?"
"She won't believe him, she'll think he's making it all up because she's convinced it didn't happen"
"Great, she'll recover in time for the show, right?"
"Should do, throw some water over her if she hasn't"
"Thank you for providing me with evidence" a voice suddenly boomed
Molly and Hurricane looked at each other and then at the entrance of the corridor, Chris Nowinski grinned at them smugly, a video camera in his hands
"I thought I'd have a problem proving your powers, but you just helped me a lot, if they don't believe me, maybe they'll take you in for witchcraft"
With a laugh, he walked away, leaving Molly and Hurricane staring at each other in horror.
"We really are in trouble now" Hurricane exclaimed
Read, enjoy, review! I know this one is a little more fantasy like but hey, they're superheroes! Thanks to all the great people who take time to review me, I really am grateful (shout outs: Tempest - lol, yeah it is frustrating huh? Don't worry, I promise the day will be saved eventually!, Cristal - thanks for saying such kind things and hosting me, I like ur locker-ed in story! Arshes Excentrique - I'll try not to be evil and have them kiss in the last chapter, promise, lol and BizGirlCharlie - thanx for ur review girl, I appreciate it, everything'll turn out well in the end!) keep reading and reviewing!