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.
"You ready?" Chris asked walking down the hall his Intercontinental Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He was wearing his red glitter ring attire with his hair in one long thick braid. Molly didn't answer him. He looked down at the smaller woman and found the Women's Champ looking down and playing nervously with her hands.
"Molly." Chris stopped her and she sighed. Looking up at him after casting a glance at his very ornate clothing she met her eyes with his. He grinned down at her crazily and she had to smile. She knew she should just be overt with her new friend but she couldn't. She prayed silently that he wouldn't find out her terrible secret.
"Let's go." She said confidently nodding her head. Chris asked her if she needed some water and she said yes glad for him to be gone for at least five seconds so that she could mentally chill about her match. Fixing her belt she stopped when Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Duddley rounded the corner coming past her. Trish smirked a smug smile at her very sure of herself she flounced onwards next to Bubba Ray to the gorrilla.
Molly swore under her breath some very unlady-like words before fixing the rest of her appearance. She took at least five deep breaths before noticing Chris coming down the hall way. Taking a swig of the water she set it down on the table where the sound guys sat. They went to push the tape for her music when Molly shook her head. And pointed to a label underlined Chris Jericho. Chris raised an eyebrow at her and she laughed. "What.It'll at least shock the hell out of Trish and Bubba." She said.
"Good point Holly." Chris grinned and walked out into the position. Molly stood with her back to the crowd her arms raised in typical Jericho fashion. Chris Jericho's music hit and the crowd roared in confusion. Through the monitor beside them Molly could see shots of JR. and King looking as confused as hell. When the pyro hit Chris turned around and so did Molly. Stopping to point at the gold around her waist. Chris then extended his arm for her to loop hers through. The crowd jeered when Molly did so and she chuckled beneath her breath at Trish and Bubba's expressions.
Leading her halfway down the ramp Chris noticed Molly tense and he looked down at her. Her face was a mask of steel and her eyes were the coldest things of all. The belligerant emotions that danced in her eyes nearly made him pale. Her eyes were trained on Trish who was looking pointedly at Molly's gold. Sliding into the ring Chris stood behind Molly and unhooked her belt. She took it from her hands and she raised it for all to see. Chris patted Molly on the shoulder and took the belt from her. Getting out of the ring he set himself to his own task, making sure Bubba Ray didn't lay a finger on Molly.
Trish wasted no time in kicking Molly in the stomach. While Molly was doubled over Trish had gripped her arm and whipped her into the ropes. Throwing forearms left and right the former Women's Champion went to work on the youngest Holly. Chris didn't know what the hell was up with Molly he'd seen her in the ring. She never got dominated unless she was really out of it. Trish had finally pulled off a suplex on her and then proceeded to cover her. Molly kicked out at two and struggled to stand up. Her muscles taut and her head pounding Molly fought for control of her body. Trish clothes lined her and Molly jumped up just and Trish came at her again. In a move of desperation Molly tripped Trish in a drop-toe-hold. Trish hit her head on the bottom turn buckled. Molly leaned on the ropes the whole arena spinning. She looked Chris in the eyes and he gasped softly. Where her eyes dialated?
"Can't lose." Molly whispered. She repeated it until she finally stood. Trish came flying at her with a drop kick. Molly dropped to the mat letting Trish land on her shoulder and the side of her head. Chris pounded the mat in determination and Molly climbed the ropes as Trish began to stand up. That's when Bubba came around as Trish was stumbling about clearly out of it. Molly was about to jump into the lion sault when Bubba lifted her from the top rope. Twisting her around in the desired position he dropped her into a Bubba Bomb. Molly looked up to see Chris being held back by the ref. He'd come in too late to stop Bubba. Molly's eyes darted frantically as she was being pulled up by the hair, she was being set up for the Stratusfaction. She glanced at Chris desperately before her body started to go limp the second interval of the drug taking over.
Chris grabbed a chair and rushed into the ring. Slamming the chair into Trish he watched carelessly as the buxom blonde hit the mat cradling the back of her head. Molly was Dqed and he snatched the belt away from the ref. Bubba came barreling at him when Chris turned quickly and hit him with the chair denting it. Dropping the piece of steel to the mat he lifted Molly up in his arms and carried her up the ramp.
"Molly?" Chris whispered looking down at the unconcious woman. Walking backstage he decided since he didn't have a match until the main event and had finished all of his promos except for the last one right before his handicap match-up, he would take her back to the hotel and get her checked in. Getting to his car he laid her in the backseat and buckled her in.
"Chris.." He heard her mutter and he briefly wondered if she was coming to. When she started to stand on their way into the hotel he was almost sure. Instead seconds later she went slack in his arms and he continued to carry her. Walking to the hotel desk a woman of her 30's flipped through a magazine blowing bubble gum.
"Excuse me can I have the room for Molly Holly?" Chris asked.
"Sir.. I'm not allowed to give out that information." She said snottily.
"Look this is Molly Holly.I need her hotel room she passed out." He explained calmly.
"I don't care if she's Madonna and you're Chris Jericho I can't give you that information!" She glared back at him.
"Alright then how about you change my room to a double." Chris suggested.
"Name?" She asked and he smirked.
"Chris Jericho." He responded and steadied Molly while he pulled out his driver's license. The woman looked back at him wide eyed. With her mouth wide open a fly could have performed an aerial assault on her mouth and she wouldn't have noticed.
"Right away Mr. Jericho." She nodded her fingers flying over the keyboard. She handed him a room key and his drivers license and he nodded with a bright smile at her.
Reaching his hotel room he opened the door and laid Molly on one of the beds. Pulling off her wrestling boots he then began to pull back the covers on the other bed. Lifting her again he gently set her down in the other bed and pulled the covers up under her chin. She coughed and took large deep breaths.
"Sh." he whispered getting up to get her a glass of water.
"Chris where..where are we?" She asked her eyes adjusting to the room.
"We're in my hotel room.. You nearly passed out during your match." Chris said. Molly sat up and took the cup in her hand. Sipping the cool water she looked around for her belt.
"Chris.did I win?" She asked.
"Not as you would have liked." Chris said. He looked at the clock on the side of the bed.
"Shit I gotta get back." Handing her the remote he kissed her forehead lightly.
"Don't worry stay here and don't get out of bed." Chris said. He looked back at her before leaving the hotel room. "I'll bring both of our stuff back when I leave tonight."
"Alright." Molly said drowsily.
"Bye." He said and closed the door. Molly looked at that door a realization dawning on her.
"Oh no." She muttered. "He'll find those drugs."
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.
"You ready?" Chris asked walking down the hall his Intercontinental Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He was wearing his red glitter ring attire with his hair in one long thick braid. Molly didn't answer him. He looked down at the smaller woman and found the Women's Champ looking down and playing nervously with her hands.
"Molly." Chris stopped her and she sighed. Looking up at him after casting a glance at his very ornate clothing she met her eyes with his. He grinned down at her crazily and she had to smile. She knew she should just be overt with her new friend but she couldn't. She prayed silently that he wouldn't find out her terrible secret.
"Let's go." She said confidently nodding her head. Chris asked her if she needed some water and she said yes glad for him to be gone for at least five seconds so that she could mentally chill about her match. Fixing her belt she stopped when Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Duddley rounded the corner coming past her. Trish smirked a smug smile at her very sure of herself she flounced onwards next to Bubba Ray to the gorrilla.
Molly swore under her breath some very unlady-like words before fixing the rest of her appearance. She took at least five deep breaths before noticing Chris coming down the hall way. Taking a swig of the water she set it down on the table where the sound guys sat. They went to push the tape for her music when Molly shook her head. And pointed to a label underlined Chris Jericho. Chris raised an eyebrow at her and she laughed. "What.It'll at least shock the hell out of Trish and Bubba." She said.
"Good point Holly." Chris grinned and walked out into the position. Molly stood with her back to the crowd her arms raised in typical Jericho fashion. Chris Jericho's music hit and the crowd roared in confusion. Through the monitor beside them Molly could see shots of JR. and King looking as confused as hell. When the pyro hit Chris turned around and so did Molly. Stopping to point at the gold around her waist. Chris then extended his arm for her to loop hers through. The crowd jeered when Molly did so and she chuckled beneath her breath at Trish and Bubba's expressions.
Leading her halfway down the ramp Chris noticed Molly tense and he looked down at her. Her face was a mask of steel and her eyes were the coldest things of all. The belligerant emotions that danced in her eyes nearly made him pale. Her eyes were trained on Trish who was looking pointedly at Molly's gold. Sliding into the ring Chris stood behind Molly and unhooked her belt. She took it from her hands and she raised it for all to see. Chris patted Molly on the shoulder and took the belt from her. Getting out of the ring he set himself to his own task, making sure Bubba Ray didn't lay a finger on Molly.
Trish wasted no time in kicking Molly in the stomach. While Molly was doubled over Trish had gripped her arm and whipped her into the ropes. Throwing forearms left and right the former Women's Champion went to work on the youngest Holly. Chris didn't know what the hell was up with Molly he'd seen her in the ring. She never got dominated unless she was really out of it. Trish had finally pulled off a suplex on her and then proceeded to cover her. Molly kicked out at two and struggled to stand up. Her muscles taut and her head pounding Molly fought for control of her body. Trish clothes lined her and Molly jumped up just and Trish came at her again. In a move of desperation Molly tripped Trish in a drop-toe-hold. Trish hit her head on the bottom turn buckled. Molly leaned on the ropes the whole arena spinning. She looked Chris in the eyes and he gasped softly. Where her eyes dialated?
"Can't lose." Molly whispered. She repeated it until she finally stood. Trish came flying at her with a drop kick. Molly dropped to the mat letting Trish land on her shoulder and the side of her head. Chris pounded the mat in determination and Molly climbed the ropes as Trish began to stand up. That's when Bubba came around as Trish was stumbling about clearly out of it. Molly was about to jump into the lion sault when Bubba lifted her from the top rope. Twisting her around in the desired position he dropped her into a Bubba Bomb. Molly looked up to see Chris being held back by the ref. He'd come in too late to stop Bubba. Molly's eyes darted frantically as she was being pulled up by the hair, she was being set up for the Stratusfaction. She glanced at Chris desperately before her body started to go limp the second interval of the drug taking over.
Chris grabbed a chair and rushed into the ring. Slamming the chair into Trish he watched carelessly as the buxom blonde hit the mat cradling the back of her head. Molly was Dqed and he snatched the belt away from the ref. Bubba came barreling at him when Chris turned quickly and hit him with the chair denting it. Dropping the piece of steel to the mat he lifted Molly up in his arms and carried her up the ramp.
"Molly?" Chris whispered looking down at the unconcious woman. Walking backstage he decided since he didn't have a match until the main event and had finished all of his promos except for the last one right before his handicap match-up, he would take her back to the hotel and get her checked in. Getting to his car he laid her in the backseat and buckled her in.
"Chris.." He heard her mutter and he briefly wondered if she was coming to. When she started to stand on their way into the hotel he was almost sure. Instead seconds later she went slack in his arms and he continued to carry her. Walking to the hotel desk a woman of her 30's flipped through a magazine blowing bubble gum.
"Excuse me can I have the room for Molly Holly?" Chris asked.
"Sir.. I'm not allowed to give out that information." She said snottily.
"Look this is Molly Holly.I need her hotel room she passed out." He explained calmly.
"I don't care if she's Madonna and you're Chris Jericho I can't give you that information!" She glared back at him.
"Alright then how about you change my room to a double." Chris suggested.
"Name?" She asked and he smirked.
"Chris Jericho." He responded and steadied Molly while he pulled out his driver's license. The woman looked back at him wide eyed. With her mouth wide open a fly could have performed an aerial assault on her mouth and she wouldn't have noticed.
"Right away Mr. Jericho." She nodded her fingers flying over the keyboard. She handed him a room key and his drivers license and he nodded with a bright smile at her.
Reaching his hotel room he opened the door and laid Molly on one of the beds. Pulling off her wrestling boots he then began to pull back the covers on the other bed. Lifting her again he gently set her down in the other bed and pulled the covers up under her chin. She coughed and took large deep breaths.
"Sh." he whispered getting up to get her a glass of water.
"Chris where..where are we?" She asked her eyes adjusting to the room.
"We're in my hotel room.. You nearly passed out during your match." Chris said. Molly sat up and took the cup in her hand. Sipping the cool water she looked around for her belt.
"Chris.did I win?" She asked.
"Not as you would have liked." Chris said. He looked at the clock on the side of the bed.
"Shit I gotta get back." Handing her the remote he kissed her forehead lightly.
"Don't worry stay here and don't get out of bed." Chris said. He looked back at her before leaving the hotel room. "I'll bring both of our stuff back when I leave tonight."
"Alright." Molly said drowsily.
"Bye." He said and closed the door. Molly looked at that door a realization dawning on her.
"Oh no." She muttered. "He'll find those drugs."