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"Loser, loser, loser"
The words flowing around her head endlessly. Molly sighed, a frown creasing her forehead, willing herself not to cry. She had lost. There was no denying. But she hadn't just lost. She'd lost her title. That title. The one that had meant so much to her. She wiped a lone tear away that was trickling down her face, the match continually playing in her head. She had been fighting hard, wrestling with all she had but her body was moving on auto-pilot, she wasn't thinking about wrestling, she was thinking about Nidia and of ways to get rid of her. She hadn't been concentrating. So she deserved to lose. Trish had surprised with the painful Stratusfaction. That's right, she lost to Trish, the woman who was her opposite, her enemy. Trish couldn't remember what had happened with Chris Nowinski but Molly could and sometimes, it still burned in her mind.
She curled her fingers into a fist, tightening it until it hurt. The locker room she sat in was silent and empty. She had asked for no one to come in. It may have been the day after but she still felt pained by the memory. She had lost the title because she was thinking of Nidia. It was another point to Nidia who no doubt was gloating hideously about it. And tonight, Molly had to face Trish and Victoria in a triple threat for the title. She wasn't pumped up for it, she just felt empty. Victoria had told her that in the ring, they weren't friends, they were opponents and that was fine with Molly, she understood that and respected Victoria for it.
Molly sighed and dropped to the floor to begin stretching. She felt distant from everything, numb because she had let everyone down at the PPV and that stung. She felt distant from Hurricane which tore her in two because she wanted to be with him so much as well, leaving her feeling broken. Recently, Torrie had beat Nidia in a bikini contest and after Jamie and Tajiri had fought Billy and Chuck, Torrie had paddled Nidia when she got in the ring afterwards. It had been humiliating for Nidia yet Molly felt no joy. She felt desolate; she felt that she should be doing something to get rid of Nidia, not Torrie, however grateful she felt towards the beautiful blonde. She didn't even feel that desire for the title any more, just shame that she'd let it go because she'd been distracted, she didn't feel worthy to hold it anymore. She just wanted Nidia out of her life so that she and Hurricane could be together, no boundaries in between them, holding them back, keeping them apart. That was what Nidia was doing and she knew it, she knew what she caused and revelled in it. It made Molly feel sick and disgusted at both Nidia for doing it and herself for feeling exactly the way Nidia wanted her to feel. She was a loser, no escaping it now.
*
Everything was going wrong. Hurricane stared at his reflection numbly in the mirror. He felt as though it wasn't really happening and he was just imagining it but he knew it was real. However much he didn't want it to be. He lifted a hand and began pulling his hair up into spikes, they were already on end but had crumpled when he slept. His hands felt heavy, like they didn't want to lift from his sides. He knew what was wrong. Women. Two of them were causing him grief, a position many men probably wanted to be in but right now, it was hell for this superhero.
Nidia. Always appearing around every corner. Smiling and laughing at him. Enjoying his discomfort. She had enjoyed her time fighting Torrie, but the losing hurt her, he could tell. She wanted him to love her but not to be with her, she wanted to be able to reel him which she couldn't. Because he had Molly.
Molly. He loved her so much but telling her that was difficult. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. Losing the belt had just about finished her off. She'd looked like a ghost when she'd come back through the curtain, allowing herself to be led back to the locker room by him, Shannon and Victoria who had tried to comfort her, saying empty things like how quickly she'd win it back. But she hadn't answered, just looked at them confused, as though she couldn't understand what they were saying. He understood, he had seen it in her eyes, it was Nidia. Molly had been thinking about her instead of retaining the belt and now she'd paid for it. She'd given up, becoming listless and sludgy, she looked like she just wanted to lie down and stay there forever. He'd give anything to get rid of Nidia, he wanted Molly back the way she was, fun, cheerful, always making him smile, before she had been consumed with getting rid of Nidia but now she just wasn't there and that made him feel so angry.
He looked again in the mirror. Life was not treating him fairly. His old friend Matt had been behaving like he owned the place and was the biggest talent here, telling Hurricane and Shannon that they should be happy to have him here at Smackdown with his new Mattitude to help them become better workers. He had become so obnoxious. Hurricane stopped, he could feel his body tensing as he thought about Matt. He took a deep breath and sighed. He needed to clear his head. From everything in his life. Just so that he could get it all straight and sorted in his mind.
The door swung open and a crew member looked in, a two way radio in his hand
"Couple of minutes and you're on" he said
He vanished as quickly as he'd arrived. Hurricane looked at his reflection, trying not to analyse what was going on inside of him. With a quick movement, he pulled his top off over his head and threw it onto the bench without looking. He adjusted his mask so that he could see clearly out of the eyeholes and began sorting out the various things he had in his pockets. His fingers silently checked what was present on his person. He pulled a small cloth bag off his belt and as he was about to throw it down on the bench, he stopped himself and drew it up to eye level to inspect it. It was his bag of memory dust, he'd forgotten all about it ironically. He looked at it carefully, his thoughts slowly tumbling out and aligning themselves into a sort of order. He couldn't get Nidia out of his life but he could make her forget and maybe this whole mess would be straightened out.
*
The air was thick and hot backstage, people were drinking bottled water and wiping their bodies with towels. Hurricane sat on a crate, his eyes on the curtain, waiting for Nidia to come out. Jamie had just won a match which meant that she would soon be striding out in all her glory. Hurricane was ready, his fist full of memory dust that glimmered under the lights and stuck to the sweat of his palm. At that moment, the curtain was brushed aside and Nidia, hand in hand with Jamie appeared smiling. Hurricane kept his head down, not looking her in the eyes. He could hear her triumphant chatter as she neared him and as she became parallel to him, he threw the dust in her direction. There was silence, he looked up. Nidia was not standing in a lost memory erased stupor, she was making out with Jamie. Hurricane had missed her. He gritted his teeth, he needed this to work but memory erasing them both would be risky since he'd have to carry them back to their locker room unnoticed.
Nidia pulled away from Jamie and noticed Hurricane sat slumped on the crate.
"Why are you here? Looking at what you can't have?" she smirked, her arms still around Jamie
"Sure I am" Hurricane replied, rolling his eyes "It's what I always do, right?"
"Well read em and weep honey because you're never having this again" Nidia indicated her tanned body sheathed in tight blue jean shorts and a red patterned vest top knotted above her belly button.
"It's all mine" gloated Jamie, moving his hands in little circles on the small of Nidia's back
"You can have it, why go for trash when you can have something a lot more valuable?" retorted Hurricane, getting up from the crate
"You're delusional baby, I'm the hottest you ever had and now you're stuck with a vestal virgin with a the morals of a nun, face it Hurricane you gave up the best thing you ever had - me" said Nidia
"No, you gave up me by cheating on me with him and I think I got the best out of it, see ya"
Hurricane walked away, not wanting to look back and see what expressions were on their faces but knowing them, they were probably making out again by now anyway so it didn't matter.
"Hey Hurricane" a soft voice called
Molly appeared down a corridor, a tired smile on her face. Hurricane felt bittersweet happiness at the sight of her; he loved her but now, she looked half of what she was. He slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Molly smiled even more, happy and relieved to feel his loving touch, it was what she needed right now.
"You doing OK?" she asked
"I'm cool, and I'm supposed to be the person asking you if you're ok, not the other way round" he teased gently
"Yeah well I'm fine" she answered defiantly
"Mol, I know you're not feeling tops right now after losing the title and having to face both Trish and Victoria on Monday but you don't have to hide anything from me, you know that"
"I know" she paused, biting her lip before continuing "I want to be the one to fight Nidia, not Torrie, she was reason I lost the title, I was stupid thinking about ways of getting rid of her instead of concentrating on the match in hand"
"I want to as well but we can't always get what we want"
Molly pulled away slightly, looking at him strangely
"What do you mean? What can't you have that you want?"
"Nothing" he said quickly, reassuring her "nothing, I have all I need right now"
There was silence as they walked to the locker room. Hurricane frowned inwardly, why was she so jumpy? This whole thing with Nidia was making her paranoid, it was slowly destroying her. He decided there and then that he wasn't going to tell her his plan, to use the memory dust to wipe Nidia's memory to put things right, it was something he had to do. He had started this, he had to finish it. His mind was made up. He'd get it done, tonight.
*
"Hey superhero! You up for going out tonight?" Shannon asked down the phone
Hurricane smiled at his friend's enthusiasm as he took a bite from his sandwich and flicked over the page in the comic book he was reading.
"No, I have things I need to do tonight, sorry man"
"You have gotta loosen up! You haven't come out for a while now, it won't kill you I promise, may knock you out a bit but that's easily remedied" Shannon cheerfully continued
"Sorry, Molly's really tired, she needs some sleep and I have things to do so some other time?"
"Ah well, looks like it's me and Vic again" sighed Shannon, not sounding all that let down by this prospect "catch you later"
Hurricane dropped the phone back into it's cradle and finished his sandwich off, putting the comic book to one side. He had the number of Nidia's room and had already hatched a plan. He checked the bag was on his belt and flicked off the lights on his way out of the room. When he opened the door, Molly was standing there. She smiled hopefully at him
"Hi, I was hoping I could sit in your room for a bit"
"I have to go and do something but go ahead, I'll be back in a while"
"Can't it wait?"
She looked so fragile and vulnerable, her eyes pleading. It tore Hurricane apart to see her like this but he had to go and do this now. Regretfully, he shook his head.
"Sorry, this really has to be done now, but go ahead inside and make yourself comfortable, look at the comics if you want"
He quickly walked down the corridor, knowing that Nidia's room was nearby. He didn't look back. Not wanting to see Molly's hurt eyes staring at him.
"Ah ha!" he said under his breath
He'd found the door, he tried the handle. No good, she must have gone out. But she might have locked it because she didn't want anyone to come in. He thought hard, then he had an idea. The windows on the side of the hotel would be easily assessable to one with super powers. Newly hopeful, he leapt down the corridor, his cape flapping behind him.
*
The night air felt good, Molly drank it in. She liked to come out at night, it made her feel sane. She felt more than a little hurt that Hurricane had rejected her so swiftly, she thought he might drop what he was doing to listen to her. That was why she came outside for a bit, just to collect herself. She felt burdened by her thoughts and feelings, all jumbled together. She needed to tell him how she felt because if she didn't then she felt as though she'd explode. She pulled her pale blue jacket around her, buttoning it up hurriedly. As she began walking back towards the hotel, a flash of movement on the outside of the hotel caught her eye. Someone was flying towards a window. Flying? She shook her head to clear it, why was Hurricane hovering outside a window now and opening it, letting himself in? A niggling fearful doubt began making it's presence felt in her mind. She didn't need something like this right now, she really didn't.
She quickly got inside the hotel and made her way up to Hurricane's room, her legs heavy. As she neared the room, she saw a door open down the corridor. She doubled back so that she was hidden around the corner. She saw Hurricane come out of the room, glance about before strolling to his room. She frowned, what was he doing in someone else's room? Shannon was out tonight. Taking a note of the number, she slipped into her own room and dialled reception.
"Hello, can I ask who is staying in room 215?" she asked, trying not to sound demanding
"Certainly ma'am if you'll just give me a moment.....it is registered in the name of a Mr Noble and company, does that help?"
"Yes" whispered Molly "Yes it does, thank you"
The phone fell from her hand onto the bed. That was it. What a way to kick her when she was down! He was getting what he needed from Nidia and not her. She thought she'd reached her lowest point before, now she knew she had. She'd lost her title and her boyfriend all in the same week. She didn't want to lose either of them, especially the latter, him she needed but he was probably laughing at her now, waiting for her to come to his room so that he could have both of them in one night. Well he wouldn't get her, she was not going to be humiliated. She dialled a number on the phone, no answer, then she remembered, Victoria was going out with Shannon tonight. Molly growled in frustration. She grabbed some paper, scribbled a note and stuffed it under her door. She locked the door carefully so that no one could get in. It took everything to hold herself together but she had to. Someone had to and that someone was her. She was not going to crack. Well not where anyone could see her. She'd keep trying Vic's number so that she had someone to talk to and someone to take her away from this.
Hurricane Thank you, I'm sorry that I'm not everything you need since you need to creep into Nidia's room at night. Don't try the door, it's locked and don't try the phone, it's off the hook. As far as you're concerned, I'm not in, permanently Molly
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the peeps who keep my creative faith alive - the reviewers! Mucho thanks go to all of u (especially - Arshes Excentrique: hope ur liking this my Hurri-friend and BizGirlCharlie: I hope this answers some of ur questions girl) The end is very nearly in sight my friends. Keep reading and reviewing.
"Loser, loser, loser"
The words flowing around her head endlessly. Molly sighed, a frown creasing her forehead, willing herself not to cry. She had lost. There was no denying. But she hadn't just lost. She'd lost her title. That title. The one that had meant so much to her. She wiped a lone tear away that was trickling down her face, the match continually playing in her head. She had been fighting hard, wrestling with all she had but her body was moving on auto-pilot, she wasn't thinking about wrestling, she was thinking about Nidia and of ways to get rid of her. She hadn't been concentrating. So she deserved to lose. Trish had surprised with the painful Stratusfaction. That's right, she lost to Trish, the woman who was her opposite, her enemy. Trish couldn't remember what had happened with Chris Nowinski but Molly could and sometimes, it still burned in her mind.
She curled her fingers into a fist, tightening it until it hurt. The locker room she sat in was silent and empty. She had asked for no one to come in. It may have been the day after but she still felt pained by the memory. She had lost the title because she was thinking of Nidia. It was another point to Nidia who no doubt was gloating hideously about it. And tonight, Molly had to face Trish and Victoria in a triple threat for the title. She wasn't pumped up for it, she just felt empty. Victoria had told her that in the ring, they weren't friends, they were opponents and that was fine with Molly, she understood that and respected Victoria for it.
Molly sighed and dropped to the floor to begin stretching. She felt distant from everything, numb because she had let everyone down at the PPV and that stung. She felt distant from Hurricane which tore her in two because she wanted to be with him so much as well, leaving her feeling broken. Recently, Torrie had beat Nidia in a bikini contest and after Jamie and Tajiri had fought Billy and Chuck, Torrie had paddled Nidia when she got in the ring afterwards. It had been humiliating for Nidia yet Molly felt no joy. She felt desolate; she felt that she should be doing something to get rid of Nidia, not Torrie, however grateful she felt towards the beautiful blonde. She didn't even feel that desire for the title any more, just shame that she'd let it go because she'd been distracted, she didn't feel worthy to hold it anymore. She just wanted Nidia out of her life so that she and Hurricane could be together, no boundaries in between them, holding them back, keeping them apart. That was what Nidia was doing and she knew it, she knew what she caused and revelled in it. It made Molly feel sick and disgusted at both Nidia for doing it and herself for feeling exactly the way Nidia wanted her to feel. She was a loser, no escaping it now.
*
Everything was going wrong. Hurricane stared at his reflection numbly in the mirror. He felt as though it wasn't really happening and he was just imagining it but he knew it was real. However much he didn't want it to be. He lifted a hand and began pulling his hair up into spikes, they were already on end but had crumpled when he slept. His hands felt heavy, like they didn't want to lift from his sides. He knew what was wrong. Women. Two of them were causing him grief, a position many men probably wanted to be in but right now, it was hell for this superhero.
Nidia. Always appearing around every corner. Smiling and laughing at him. Enjoying his discomfort. She had enjoyed her time fighting Torrie, but the losing hurt her, he could tell. She wanted him to love her but not to be with her, she wanted to be able to reel him which she couldn't. Because he had Molly.
Molly. He loved her so much but telling her that was difficult. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. Losing the belt had just about finished her off. She'd looked like a ghost when she'd come back through the curtain, allowing herself to be led back to the locker room by him, Shannon and Victoria who had tried to comfort her, saying empty things like how quickly she'd win it back. But she hadn't answered, just looked at them confused, as though she couldn't understand what they were saying. He understood, he had seen it in her eyes, it was Nidia. Molly had been thinking about her instead of retaining the belt and now she'd paid for it. She'd given up, becoming listless and sludgy, she looked like she just wanted to lie down and stay there forever. He'd give anything to get rid of Nidia, he wanted Molly back the way she was, fun, cheerful, always making him smile, before she had been consumed with getting rid of Nidia but now she just wasn't there and that made him feel so angry.
He looked again in the mirror. Life was not treating him fairly. His old friend Matt had been behaving like he owned the place and was the biggest talent here, telling Hurricane and Shannon that they should be happy to have him here at Smackdown with his new Mattitude to help them become better workers. He had become so obnoxious. Hurricane stopped, he could feel his body tensing as he thought about Matt. He took a deep breath and sighed. He needed to clear his head. From everything in his life. Just so that he could get it all straight and sorted in his mind.
The door swung open and a crew member looked in, a two way radio in his hand
"Couple of minutes and you're on" he said
He vanished as quickly as he'd arrived. Hurricane looked at his reflection, trying not to analyse what was going on inside of him. With a quick movement, he pulled his top off over his head and threw it onto the bench without looking. He adjusted his mask so that he could see clearly out of the eyeholes and began sorting out the various things he had in his pockets. His fingers silently checked what was present on his person. He pulled a small cloth bag off his belt and as he was about to throw it down on the bench, he stopped himself and drew it up to eye level to inspect it. It was his bag of memory dust, he'd forgotten all about it ironically. He looked at it carefully, his thoughts slowly tumbling out and aligning themselves into a sort of order. He couldn't get Nidia out of his life but he could make her forget and maybe this whole mess would be straightened out.
*
The air was thick and hot backstage, people were drinking bottled water and wiping their bodies with towels. Hurricane sat on a crate, his eyes on the curtain, waiting for Nidia to come out. Jamie had just won a match which meant that she would soon be striding out in all her glory. Hurricane was ready, his fist full of memory dust that glimmered under the lights and stuck to the sweat of his palm. At that moment, the curtain was brushed aside and Nidia, hand in hand with Jamie appeared smiling. Hurricane kept his head down, not looking her in the eyes. He could hear her triumphant chatter as she neared him and as she became parallel to him, he threw the dust in her direction. There was silence, he looked up. Nidia was not standing in a lost memory erased stupor, she was making out with Jamie. Hurricane had missed her. He gritted his teeth, he needed this to work but memory erasing them both would be risky since he'd have to carry them back to their locker room unnoticed.
Nidia pulled away from Jamie and noticed Hurricane sat slumped on the crate.
"Why are you here? Looking at what you can't have?" she smirked, her arms still around Jamie
"Sure I am" Hurricane replied, rolling his eyes "It's what I always do, right?"
"Well read em and weep honey because you're never having this again" Nidia indicated her tanned body sheathed in tight blue jean shorts and a red patterned vest top knotted above her belly button.
"It's all mine" gloated Jamie, moving his hands in little circles on the small of Nidia's back
"You can have it, why go for trash when you can have something a lot more valuable?" retorted Hurricane, getting up from the crate
"You're delusional baby, I'm the hottest you ever had and now you're stuck with a vestal virgin with a the morals of a nun, face it Hurricane you gave up the best thing you ever had - me" said Nidia
"No, you gave up me by cheating on me with him and I think I got the best out of it, see ya"
Hurricane walked away, not wanting to look back and see what expressions were on their faces but knowing them, they were probably making out again by now anyway so it didn't matter.
"Hey Hurricane" a soft voice called
Molly appeared down a corridor, a tired smile on her face. Hurricane felt bittersweet happiness at the sight of her; he loved her but now, she looked half of what she was. He slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Molly smiled even more, happy and relieved to feel his loving touch, it was what she needed right now.
"You doing OK?" she asked
"I'm cool, and I'm supposed to be the person asking you if you're ok, not the other way round" he teased gently
"Yeah well I'm fine" she answered defiantly
"Mol, I know you're not feeling tops right now after losing the title and having to face both Trish and Victoria on Monday but you don't have to hide anything from me, you know that"
"I know" she paused, biting her lip before continuing "I want to be the one to fight Nidia, not Torrie, she was reason I lost the title, I was stupid thinking about ways of getting rid of her instead of concentrating on the match in hand"
"I want to as well but we can't always get what we want"
Molly pulled away slightly, looking at him strangely
"What do you mean? What can't you have that you want?"
"Nothing" he said quickly, reassuring her "nothing, I have all I need right now"
There was silence as they walked to the locker room. Hurricane frowned inwardly, why was she so jumpy? This whole thing with Nidia was making her paranoid, it was slowly destroying her. He decided there and then that he wasn't going to tell her his plan, to use the memory dust to wipe Nidia's memory to put things right, it was something he had to do. He had started this, he had to finish it. His mind was made up. He'd get it done, tonight.
*
"Hey superhero! You up for going out tonight?" Shannon asked down the phone
Hurricane smiled at his friend's enthusiasm as he took a bite from his sandwich and flicked over the page in the comic book he was reading.
"No, I have things I need to do tonight, sorry man"
"You have gotta loosen up! You haven't come out for a while now, it won't kill you I promise, may knock you out a bit but that's easily remedied" Shannon cheerfully continued
"Sorry, Molly's really tired, she needs some sleep and I have things to do so some other time?"
"Ah well, looks like it's me and Vic again" sighed Shannon, not sounding all that let down by this prospect "catch you later"
Hurricane dropped the phone back into it's cradle and finished his sandwich off, putting the comic book to one side. He had the number of Nidia's room and had already hatched a plan. He checked the bag was on his belt and flicked off the lights on his way out of the room. When he opened the door, Molly was standing there. She smiled hopefully at him
"Hi, I was hoping I could sit in your room for a bit"
"I have to go and do something but go ahead, I'll be back in a while"
"Can't it wait?"
She looked so fragile and vulnerable, her eyes pleading. It tore Hurricane apart to see her like this but he had to go and do this now. Regretfully, he shook his head.
"Sorry, this really has to be done now, but go ahead inside and make yourself comfortable, look at the comics if you want"
He quickly walked down the corridor, knowing that Nidia's room was nearby. He didn't look back. Not wanting to see Molly's hurt eyes staring at him.
"Ah ha!" he said under his breath
He'd found the door, he tried the handle. No good, she must have gone out. But she might have locked it because she didn't want anyone to come in. He thought hard, then he had an idea. The windows on the side of the hotel would be easily assessable to one with super powers. Newly hopeful, he leapt down the corridor, his cape flapping behind him.
*
The night air felt good, Molly drank it in. She liked to come out at night, it made her feel sane. She felt more than a little hurt that Hurricane had rejected her so swiftly, she thought he might drop what he was doing to listen to her. That was why she came outside for a bit, just to collect herself. She felt burdened by her thoughts and feelings, all jumbled together. She needed to tell him how she felt because if she didn't then she felt as though she'd explode. She pulled her pale blue jacket around her, buttoning it up hurriedly. As she began walking back towards the hotel, a flash of movement on the outside of the hotel caught her eye. Someone was flying towards a window. Flying? She shook her head to clear it, why was Hurricane hovering outside a window now and opening it, letting himself in? A niggling fearful doubt began making it's presence felt in her mind. She didn't need something like this right now, she really didn't.
She quickly got inside the hotel and made her way up to Hurricane's room, her legs heavy. As she neared the room, she saw a door open down the corridor. She doubled back so that she was hidden around the corner. She saw Hurricane come out of the room, glance about before strolling to his room. She frowned, what was he doing in someone else's room? Shannon was out tonight. Taking a note of the number, she slipped into her own room and dialled reception.
"Hello, can I ask who is staying in room 215?" she asked, trying not to sound demanding
"Certainly ma'am if you'll just give me a moment.....it is registered in the name of a Mr Noble and company, does that help?"
"Yes" whispered Molly "Yes it does, thank you"
The phone fell from her hand onto the bed. That was it. What a way to kick her when she was down! He was getting what he needed from Nidia and not her. She thought she'd reached her lowest point before, now she knew she had. She'd lost her title and her boyfriend all in the same week. She didn't want to lose either of them, especially the latter, him she needed but he was probably laughing at her now, waiting for her to come to his room so that he could have both of them in one night. Well he wouldn't get her, she was not going to be humiliated. She dialled a number on the phone, no answer, then she remembered, Victoria was going out with Shannon tonight. Molly growled in frustration. She grabbed some paper, scribbled a note and stuffed it under her door. She locked the door carefully so that no one could get in. It took everything to hold herself together but she had to. Someone had to and that someone was her. She was not going to crack. Well not where anyone could see her. She'd keep trying Vic's number so that she had someone to talk to and someone to take her away from this.
Hurricane Thank you, I'm sorry that I'm not everything you need since you need to creep into Nidia's room at night. Don't try the door, it's locked and don't try the phone, it's off the hook. As far as you're concerned, I'm not in, permanently Molly
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to the peeps who keep my creative faith alive - the reviewers! Mucho thanks go to all of u (especially - Arshes Excentrique: hope ur liking this my Hurri-friend and BizGirlCharlie: I hope this answers some of ur questions girl) The end is very nearly in sight my friends. Keep reading and reviewing.