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 and Chris entered the arena 2 months later. Chris had finally gotten her to dye her hair back to blonde and it had grown out a bit. She had it in twists that stopped midway to the back of her head. He had still yet to get her to change her in ring attire and at the moment his chances of getting her there was pretty high.
"Molls please!" Jericho pleaded. When she pretended to ignore him he tickled her sides causing her to shriek and break down into a fit of giggles.
"Just this one time!" He argued.
"No!" Molly said firmly after regaining her composure.
"If you do it for tonight then I'll never ever ask you again." Chris pouted. Molly thought about it.
"Fine! But nothing weird or that makes my butt look big." Molly said.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's not that big Molly Trish is just pissed because she had to buy hers." Chris joked.
"She did not." Molly rolled her eyes.
"Yeah I know but does it make you feel better?" He asked.
"Yeah." Molly said as he led her to the costume room.
"Hey Jill!" Chris called out as he opened the door. A thin tall raven- haired woman came around the corner of some clothing racks.
"Hello Chris what might you be wearing to the ring tonight?" She asked knowing that Chris came in about 8 times before each show changing what he would wear each time.
"I need a double special." Chris laughed pushing Molly in front of him. Molly screeched and jumped back behind him in fear of the gleam in Jill's eyes. The WWE costume designer was known to be a bit nutty. But she was the best the WWE could get. She was a mastermind of putting clothing together.
"Matching?" She asked. Molly sighed and nodded.
"I've got the perfect ones!" She exclaimed with a squeal. She jumped with excitement and rushed the back of the room.
"Chris.she's crazy." Molly said frantically pulling him towards the door.
"C'mon!" Chris said whirling her back around.
"As your official best friend I think they'll look great!" He argued.
"I'm BACK!" Jill said and showed them the elaborate outfits.
"Chris I can't wear that." Molly said.
"It's just a shirt." Chris reminded her.
"Just a shirt?" She yelled. "What shirt!"
"It doesn't even show cleavage!" Chris argued with her.
"But.but." She tried to combat.
"Please!" Chris pleaded with her and she sighed in defeat.
"I've got a couple of adjustments to make that with take a few minutes." Jill said sitting down at her sewing table and taking the pants. She quickly added on some letters. She handed Molly's pants back to her. Molly looked at them with a roll of the eyes before taking the silver garments in her hands.
"Lets go!" Chris said dragging her out of the door and to their respective locker room. Chris had found an unused locker room. They decided to share it since the unwanted looks from Regal and Nowinski had continued even after her partnership with Chris had started. Opening the door for her they stepped inside and Molly walked slowly to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she began changing. Chris laughed as she groaned loudly about the outfit one more time. Raw was starting and he turned the monitor up. He loved to hear the entrance music to Raw. It always got him pumped up no matter his mood.
"Molly!" Chris knocked on the bathroom door ten minutes later.
"Just a minute!" Molly called out fluffing her hair. She had a hint of lip- gloss on and started to lace her black wrestling boots. She took another look in the mirror and smiled. She looked drop dead gorgeous there was nothing to be afraid of. Putting her championship belt on her waist she made sure it was straight. Standing up she tugged at her shirt before opening the door.
"I'm ready to go." Molly said and Chris turned around his Intercontinental Championship belt slung over his shoulder. His jaw dropped to the floor. Molly stood in front of him with a pair of black pant similar to her old ones with two stripes of silver going down each side. In between the stripes were the letters Y2J on one side and on the other side was her name. It was topped off with a baby tee with the silver stripes going up the sides and the words Queen of the World across the chest. The shirt covered most of her belly button but rose occasionally shoving her very toned stomach.
"Wow." Chris looked at her raising an eyebrow.
"Stop that!" Molly groaned.
"Stop what!?" He asked raising his arms in surrender.
"Looking at me like that!" She sighed wondering briefly if Shannon would like it.
"Our match is after this one." Chris said excitedly. Molly sighed a bit distressed. Their match was against Shannon Moore and Trish Stratus. Shannon was considerably angry she guessed. Every time she came close to him she took two steps back. Especially since he kept questioning her about what she was doing with the pill bottles. He'd seen them once on the bus months before. Molly ran her fingers up and down her arm thinking about how much longer she could hold out on keeping her secret from her best friend and Shannon at once. She was afraid to tell Chris her feelings for Shannon
"The lets get ready." Molly said and Chris opened the door to the room. She stepped gingerly out into the hallway and looked around no one there. Chris shut then locked the door behind them and they headed towards the green room to get some water. Molly and Chris entered the room together and all chatter stopped. Molly almost laughed out loud at their expressions. Reaching the drink table Chris grabbed two bottles of water. Both were knocked out of his hands as someone went by. Chris looked back to see Molly glaring hatefully at another blonde, Trish Stratus.
"Oh Chris.didn't see you there behind the great ass." Trish remarked flouncing away. Molly made a move to go after her when Chris's arm shot out to stop her.
"Save it for the ring. At least then when you get in the ring you can have at her without getting arrested."
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 and Chris entered the arena 2 months later. Chris had finally gotten her to dye her hair back to blonde and it had grown out a bit. She had it in twists that stopped midway to the back of her head. He had still yet to get her to change her in ring attire and at the moment his chances of getting her there was pretty high.
"Molls please!" Jericho pleaded. When she pretended to ignore him he tickled her sides causing her to shriek and break down into a fit of giggles.
"Just this one time!" He argued.
"No!" Molly said firmly after regaining her composure.
"If you do it for tonight then I'll never ever ask you again." Chris pouted. Molly thought about it.
"Fine! But nothing weird or that makes my butt look big." Molly said.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's not that big Molly Trish is just pissed because she had to buy hers." Chris joked.
"She did not." Molly rolled her eyes.
"Yeah I know but does it make you feel better?" He asked.
"Yeah." Molly said as he led her to the costume room.
"Hey Jill!" Chris called out as he opened the door. A thin tall raven- haired woman came around the corner of some clothing racks.
"Hello Chris what might you be wearing to the ring tonight?" She asked knowing that Chris came in about 8 times before each show changing what he would wear each time.
"I need a double special." Chris laughed pushing Molly in front of him. Molly screeched and jumped back behind him in fear of the gleam in Jill's eyes. The WWE costume designer was known to be a bit nutty. But she was the best the WWE could get. She was a mastermind of putting clothing together.
"Matching?" She asked. Molly sighed and nodded.
"I've got the perfect ones!" She exclaimed with a squeal. She jumped with excitement and rushed the back of the room.
"Chris.she's crazy." Molly said frantically pulling him towards the door.
"C'mon!" Chris said whirling her back around.
"As your official best friend I think they'll look great!" He argued.
"I'm BACK!" Jill said and showed them the elaborate outfits.
"Chris I can't wear that." Molly said.
"It's just a shirt." Chris reminded her.
"Just a shirt?" She yelled. "What shirt!"
"It doesn't even show cleavage!" Chris argued with her.
"But.but." She tried to combat.
"Please!" Chris pleaded with her and she sighed in defeat.
"I've got a couple of adjustments to make that with take a few minutes." Jill said sitting down at her sewing table and taking the pants. She quickly added on some letters. She handed Molly's pants back to her. Molly looked at them with a roll of the eyes before taking the silver garments in her hands.
"Lets go!" Chris said dragging her out of the door and to their respective locker room. Chris had found an unused locker room. They decided to share it since the unwanted looks from Regal and Nowinski had continued even after her partnership with Chris had started. Opening the door for her they stepped inside and Molly walked slowly to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she began changing. Chris laughed as she groaned loudly about the outfit one more time. Raw was starting and he turned the monitor up. He loved to hear the entrance music to Raw. It always got him pumped up no matter his mood.
"Molly!" Chris knocked on the bathroom door ten minutes later.
"Just a minute!" Molly called out fluffing her hair. She had a hint of lip- gloss on and started to lace her black wrestling boots. She took another look in the mirror and smiled. She looked drop dead gorgeous there was nothing to be afraid of. Putting her championship belt on her waist she made sure it was straight. Standing up she tugged at her shirt before opening the door.
"I'm ready to go." Molly said and Chris turned around his Intercontinental Championship belt slung over his shoulder. His jaw dropped to the floor. Molly stood in front of him with a pair of black pant similar to her old ones with two stripes of silver going down each side. In between the stripes were the letters Y2J on one side and on the other side was her name. It was topped off with a baby tee with the silver stripes going up the sides and the words Queen of the World across the chest. The shirt covered most of her belly button but rose occasionally shoving her very toned stomach.
"Wow." Chris looked at her raising an eyebrow.
"Stop that!" Molly groaned.
"Stop what!?" He asked raising his arms in surrender.
"Looking at me like that!" She sighed wondering briefly if Shannon would like it.
"Our match is after this one." Chris said excitedly. Molly sighed a bit distressed. Their match was against Shannon Moore and Trish Stratus. Shannon was considerably angry she guessed. Every time she came close to him she took two steps back. Especially since he kept questioning her about what she was doing with the pill bottles. He'd seen them once on the bus months before. Molly ran her fingers up and down her arm thinking about how much longer she could hold out on keeping her secret from her best friend and Shannon at once. She was afraid to tell Chris her feelings for Shannon
"The lets get ready." Molly said and Chris opened the door to the room. She stepped gingerly out into the hallway and looked around no one there. Chris shut then locked the door behind them and they headed towards the green room to get some water. Molly and Chris entered the room together and all chatter stopped. Molly almost laughed out loud at their expressions. Reaching the drink table Chris grabbed two bottles of water. Both were knocked out of his hands as someone went by. Chris looked back to see Molly glaring hatefully at another blonde, Trish Stratus.
"Oh Chris.didn't see you there behind the great ass." Trish remarked flouncing away. Molly made a move to go after her when Chris's arm shot out to stop her.
"Save it for the ring. At least then when you get in the ring you can have at her without getting arrested."