Title: Stripped Innocence
Author: Me. E-mail:
Bubblegumpopluva@wmconnect.com
Type: Lets just say more than 5 chapters.
Rating: R Spoilers: Ummm I'm taking you back to before Molly won the title.
Characters: Molly Holly, Spike Dudley, Hurricane Helms, Shannon Moore, Edge, Trish Stratus, and Stacey Kiebler. That's about it for now.
Summary: Molly Holly, sweet, innocent, honest kid right? Wrong, follow Molly through her tribulations in the WWE/F from when she first arrived to the latest fabrications.
Molly Holly walked down the Madison Garden Arena her head held high and her belt across her waist. She ignored the looks for various staff and wrestlers when she passed by. They didn't understand. They wouldn't even try to understand. She reached the Women's locker room and walked to her usual locker place. A quiet little spot in the back of the locker room where no one else came this was where she set down her things and put her belt safely into her locker. Pulling her now growing out hair back into a pony tail Molly locked up the rest of her stuff except for her purse and started out of the locker room. Just then the door was flung open and Trish Stratus walked in. Her cool brown eyes made Molly uneasy as she tried to pass through the small blonde.
"OOO there goes the hot stuff." Trish taunted her. Molly hung her head pretending to not hear her.
"You know Molly I'll get MY belt back. And when I do you'll be left in the dust doing dark matches or doing Heat Matches." Trish giggled. "So much for the pure of heart Molly Holly. You can't beat me with out cheating."
Molly whipped around a glaze of anger on her face. "You know what Trish.WATCH ME." She said this steadily. With that she walked out of the locker room and towards the dining hall. On her way there she just laughed bitterly. Who in the hell would want to see her there? Hell everyone but Chris Nowinski and William Regal hated her. She turned and started back down the hallway towards an exit. Just when she was about to open the door the door was opened for her. Just coming into the arena was Chris Jericho. The Living Legend stopped to say a polite hello.
"Hey." Molly nodded back when he was just about to pass her by. He stopped and walked after her. No one really had been at least polite to him since he'd joined Raw.
"Molly!" Chris said.
"Yes?" Molly looked back at him.
"How about dinner before the show.I know this old dinning hall in the building that they don't use maybe we can pick up a pizza and come back?" Chris asked her. She smiled.
"Sure sounds nice." She said.
"Alright I go with you just let me put my stuff down." Chris replied walking briskly towards the men's locker room. After 5 minutes had passed Molly saw him come back out. Fresh in a pair of jeans and a King of the World T-shirt. He looked at Molly in her pink Old Navy hoodie and plain blue jeans.
"Well I guess we're both dressed for the occasion." Chris said.
"Yeah I don't feel like dressing up like I used to." Molly said. "If you recall I used to wear skirts and cute shoes and all that but I can't anymore."
"Why not?" He asked her.
"William Regal and Chris Nowinski always make an excuse to grab my butt or one of my legs when ever I did so I just decided not to wear them anymore." Molly said with a shrug.
"And Regal calls himself a dignified man." Chris laughed.
"Yeah I know but I stick by them." Molly nodded.
"Sorry to say this again but why do you do that?" He asked pausing as they reached his car.
"Well they're all I've got if I get attacked in the ring who the hell would come save me excecpt for them?" Molly looked at him as he opened the passenger side door. She climbed into the sleek black mustang and he shut the door.
After he got in and revved the engine she looked back at him. "Besides they despise Trish Stratus more than I do."
"So what's your deal Chris?" Molly asked hoping to remove herself from the topic of well herself.
"I don't hang out with anyone because they don't understand me. I have to claw my way to the top using brutality or I won't be there at all. C'mon look at me. How in gods name can I measure up to trips. He's at least 5 times the size of me and will never be over looked. When trips was out and not pushing Stephanie to have him with the belts I got a chance because in his light I'm second best." Chris explained to her.
"You sound like me." Molly laughed.
"Well then.can I say it's safe to call you a friend?" Chris asked.
"Only if you'll let me ride with you to shows." Molly smiled.
"Deal." Chris laughed. They pulled up at this large resturant called the Macaroni Grill.
"You know what they have the best pizza here." Chris said. "They've got this barbecued chicken on pizza thing that's absolutely delisious!" Chris exclaimed.
"Well then let's pick some up and head back to the arena I'd really hate to miss any part of the show." Molly said. After picking up the pizza and driving back they settled into the room that Chris was talking about. Chris turned on the monitor while Molly got them some napkins and plates.
"This is nice." Molly commented after taking a bite.
"Hey if you need a male valet tonight." Chris pointed to himself. "Me and my gorgeous body will be ready. No doubt Trish is coming out with Spike or Bubba."
"Got that right." Molly smiled. "Sure I could use the King of the World in my corner." Molly nodded.
"Great now we must talk about matching ring attire." Chris joked.
"What's wrong with my ring attire." Molly asked.
"Can I make a few adjustments?" Chris asked and Molly raised her eyebrows. Was he kidding?
Author: Me. E-mail:
Bubblegumpopluva@wmconnect.com
Type: Lets just say more than 5 chapters.
Rating: R Spoilers: Ummm I'm taking you back to before Molly won the title.
Characters: Molly Holly, Spike Dudley, Hurricane Helms, Shannon Moore, Edge, Trish Stratus, and Stacey Kiebler. That's about it for now.
Summary: Molly Holly, sweet, innocent, honest kid right? Wrong, follow Molly through her tribulations in the WWE/F from when she first arrived to the latest fabrications.
Molly Holly walked down the Madison Garden Arena her head held high and her belt across her waist. She ignored the looks for various staff and wrestlers when she passed by. They didn't understand. They wouldn't even try to understand. She reached the Women's locker room and walked to her usual locker place. A quiet little spot in the back of the locker room where no one else came this was where she set down her things and put her belt safely into her locker. Pulling her now growing out hair back into a pony tail Molly locked up the rest of her stuff except for her purse and started out of the locker room. Just then the door was flung open and Trish Stratus walked in. Her cool brown eyes made Molly uneasy as she tried to pass through the small blonde.
"OOO there goes the hot stuff." Trish taunted her. Molly hung her head pretending to not hear her.
"You know Molly I'll get MY belt back. And when I do you'll be left in the dust doing dark matches or doing Heat Matches." Trish giggled. "So much for the pure of heart Molly Holly. You can't beat me with out cheating."
Molly whipped around a glaze of anger on her face. "You know what Trish.WATCH ME." She said this steadily. With that she walked out of the locker room and towards the dining hall. On her way there she just laughed bitterly. Who in the hell would want to see her there? Hell everyone but Chris Nowinski and William Regal hated her. She turned and started back down the hallway towards an exit. Just when she was about to open the door the door was opened for her. Just coming into the arena was Chris Jericho. The Living Legend stopped to say a polite hello.
"Hey." Molly nodded back when he was just about to pass her by. He stopped and walked after her. No one really had been at least polite to him since he'd joined Raw.
"Molly!" Chris said.
"Yes?" Molly looked back at him.
"How about dinner before the show.I know this old dinning hall in the building that they don't use maybe we can pick up a pizza and come back?" Chris asked her. She smiled.
"Sure sounds nice." She said.
"Alright I go with you just let me put my stuff down." Chris replied walking briskly towards the men's locker room. After 5 minutes had passed Molly saw him come back out. Fresh in a pair of jeans and a King of the World T-shirt. He looked at Molly in her pink Old Navy hoodie and plain blue jeans.
"Well I guess we're both dressed for the occasion." Chris said.
"Yeah I don't feel like dressing up like I used to." Molly said. "If you recall I used to wear skirts and cute shoes and all that but I can't anymore."
"Why not?" He asked her.
"William Regal and Chris Nowinski always make an excuse to grab my butt or one of my legs when ever I did so I just decided not to wear them anymore." Molly said with a shrug.
"And Regal calls himself a dignified man." Chris laughed.
"Yeah I know but I stick by them." Molly nodded.
"Sorry to say this again but why do you do that?" He asked pausing as they reached his car.
"Well they're all I've got if I get attacked in the ring who the hell would come save me excecpt for them?" Molly looked at him as he opened the passenger side door. She climbed into the sleek black mustang and he shut the door.
After he got in and revved the engine she looked back at him. "Besides they despise Trish Stratus more than I do."
"So what's your deal Chris?" Molly asked hoping to remove herself from the topic of well herself.
"I don't hang out with anyone because they don't understand me. I have to claw my way to the top using brutality or I won't be there at all. C'mon look at me. How in gods name can I measure up to trips. He's at least 5 times the size of me and will never be over looked. When trips was out and not pushing Stephanie to have him with the belts I got a chance because in his light I'm second best." Chris explained to her.
"You sound like me." Molly laughed.
"Well then.can I say it's safe to call you a friend?" Chris asked.
"Only if you'll let me ride with you to shows." Molly smiled.
"Deal." Chris laughed. They pulled up at this large resturant called the Macaroni Grill.
"You know what they have the best pizza here." Chris said. "They've got this barbecued chicken on pizza thing that's absolutely delisious!" Chris exclaimed.
"Well then let's pick some up and head back to the arena I'd really hate to miss any part of the show." Molly said. After picking up the pizza and driving back they settled into the room that Chris was talking about. Chris turned on the monitor while Molly got them some napkins and plates.
"This is nice." Molly commented after taking a bite.
"Hey if you need a male valet tonight." Chris pointed to himself. "Me and my gorgeous body will be ready. No doubt Trish is coming out with Spike or Bubba."
"Got that right." Molly smiled. "Sure I could use the King of the World in my corner." Molly nodded.
"Great now we must talk about matching ring attire." Chris joked.
"What's wrong with my ring attire." Molly asked.
"Can I make a few adjustments?" Chris asked and Molly raised her eyebrows. Was he kidding?