That, to me is heaven.
And right now I'm my own personal hell. Oh! And people saying hanging out with Raven doesn't corrupted you! Pfft! Actually, right now I'm being checked out by the doctor.
The nice ref that that jerk Christian brought with him, he picked me up and took me to go get checked out. The doctor said there was no signs of unconscious, but that I would have one hell of a headache in the morning.
So I'm sitting here on a coat with an ice pack on my head, looking down at the ground and getting really annoyed. Annoyed at myself, at Christian, at the whole world in general.
"What the hell was that!" I hear an angry Southern accent yell and I looked up to see Shane Helms walking around pacing, and he doesn't look very happy to see me. "I asked a fucking question Molly. Oh, excuse me! Or is it just Mightier then thou?" he sneers at me and I flinch unconsciously. "I can't believe you did that to me! After all I did! I took you in when no one else would! Your cousins would never talk to you again, and Spike was busy screwing around, and even that weird freak Raven was to busy for you! And who took you in! Who listened to you when you cried your brains out over that twerp of a man, Spike?! Who tried to keep you happy, even when you felt the world was getting to be to much for you! Me! That's who! And HOW do you repay me?! By hitting me in the back of the fucking head with a frying pan!!" I whimper and the look up at him and I see his eyes have darken in anger.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Shane! I didn't! I just saw a chance... to further myself... and prove to everyone, especially to me.... that I could hold a title that wasn't the Women's Gold! I had to prove it to myself!" Shane's eyes begin to soften, but he just shakes his head.
"You didn't hurt me here, Molly," he points to the big bump on the side of his head where I had hit him, "You hurt me here." he points to his heart. "And that hurts more then anything else." and he turns and walks out the open door.
Should I get up and go after him? I try to stand up, but just end up getting dizzy. I flop back down on the cot. Goddamned bastard. Why does he have to be so damn correct!
I start to feel a couple tears fall down my cheek, and soon I'm crying into my hands. I cry for everything. For losing the belt. For losing Shane. Even if I don't lose him forever, I've lost him today. I cry for all my lost loves. I cry for everything.
"Are you all right? Miss? Hello?" I hear a seemingly familiar voice and I look up and see the man who landed me in here to get checked out by the doctors.
"Christian!?!?!" I gasp through tears. "Molly?!"
"What are you doing here!?" We both ask at the same time.
He glares at me for a second and then answers. "Maven took my title.... And my taxi... With my luggage in the back of it... And as we were fighting he slammed my hand into the car door. So I came in here for some bandages." He uses his good hand to push his hair out of his face. I smile because, when he's not trying to kill me, he's very cute looking. "And now I walked in her and found you crying...." he says and then smiles evilly, "You were probably crying because I beat you, right? Because I am SO much better then you are! And you felt so bad, that you started crying!"
I roll my eyes and scoff at him. "Do you really believe that garbage that you spew? Or is your self esteem so low that you actually think that's the truth? I was crying because... well... that's not really any of your business!" I rub the tears out of my eyes and stick out my chin defiantly.
Christian sighs and walks over to the station to go get some bandages and I lean back and close my eyes shut and try to block everything out. I hear people cheering for Hunter, so I guess he won the titles. I sigh again and squeeze my eyes even tighter. I guess that headache the doctors were all talking about had come quicker then they had expected. My head feels like it's about to explode and spew gray brain matter all over the place. Very not good.
"Molly?" Christian asks softly. I groan and mutter, "Yes?"
"How are you getting back to the hotel?"
"Oh, on my magic carpet with my flying monkeys."
Christian laughs, "No, I'm being serious. Seeing as how your in no shape to drive. And I'm without a taxi. And the fact that I feel kinda bad....."
I smile as I open my eyes to see him standing over my cot in his street clothes with his head lowered and he's playing with his hair. "It's called a conscience, Christian... They're real good to have, ya know."
"So I've heard..." He mutters softly, but I pretend not to have heard it. "Where are your keys?" he asks louder.
"In the locker room. But, that would involve me getting up."
"Come on Miss Hardcore... I'll walk you to the locker room and then I'll drive you back to the hotel." I wonder if he knows 'Little Miss Hardcore" was Spike's nickname for me. No, no one knew that but the two of us. He pulls me up off the cot and he leads me by the arm to the Girls locker room. I really, really hope Lita is not in their right now, because I don't know how I'm going to explain Christian holding on to my arm so I don't fall.
And appearing like he actually cares for me....
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A/N: I forgot to mention, (I think) that I own none of these characters. Cuz if I did... Oh boy! Just imagine how much FUN I would have! *points to the nakkid Edge muse* *evil laughter* ANYWAY! Isn't it cute so far? I think so! Awww! And don't worry! There are plenty more 'Awwww' moments to come!
And right now I'm my own personal hell. Oh! And people saying hanging out with Raven doesn't corrupted you! Pfft! Actually, right now I'm being checked out by the doctor.
The nice ref that that jerk Christian brought with him, he picked me up and took me to go get checked out. The doctor said there was no signs of unconscious, but that I would have one hell of a headache in the morning.
So I'm sitting here on a coat with an ice pack on my head, looking down at the ground and getting really annoyed. Annoyed at myself, at Christian, at the whole world in general.
"What the hell was that!" I hear an angry Southern accent yell and I looked up to see Shane Helms walking around pacing, and he doesn't look very happy to see me. "I asked a fucking question Molly. Oh, excuse me! Or is it just Mightier then thou?" he sneers at me and I flinch unconsciously. "I can't believe you did that to me! After all I did! I took you in when no one else would! Your cousins would never talk to you again, and Spike was busy screwing around, and even that weird freak Raven was to busy for you! And who took you in! Who listened to you when you cried your brains out over that twerp of a man, Spike?! Who tried to keep you happy, even when you felt the world was getting to be to much for you! Me! That's who! And HOW do you repay me?! By hitting me in the back of the fucking head with a frying pan!!" I whimper and the look up at him and I see his eyes have darken in anger.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Shane! I didn't! I just saw a chance... to further myself... and prove to everyone, especially to me.... that I could hold a title that wasn't the Women's Gold! I had to prove it to myself!" Shane's eyes begin to soften, but he just shakes his head.
"You didn't hurt me here, Molly," he points to the big bump on the side of his head where I had hit him, "You hurt me here." he points to his heart. "And that hurts more then anything else." and he turns and walks out the open door.
Should I get up and go after him? I try to stand up, but just end up getting dizzy. I flop back down on the cot. Goddamned bastard. Why does he have to be so damn correct!
I start to feel a couple tears fall down my cheek, and soon I'm crying into my hands. I cry for everything. For losing the belt. For losing Shane. Even if I don't lose him forever, I've lost him today. I cry for all my lost loves. I cry for everything.
"Are you all right? Miss? Hello?" I hear a seemingly familiar voice and I look up and see the man who landed me in here to get checked out by the doctors.
"Christian!?!?!" I gasp through tears. "Molly?!"
"What are you doing here!?" We both ask at the same time.
He glares at me for a second and then answers. "Maven took my title.... And my taxi... With my luggage in the back of it... And as we were fighting he slammed my hand into the car door. So I came in here for some bandages." He uses his good hand to push his hair out of his face. I smile because, when he's not trying to kill me, he's very cute looking. "And now I walked in her and found you crying...." he says and then smiles evilly, "You were probably crying because I beat you, right? Because I am SO much better then you are! And you felt so bad, that you started crying!"
I roll my eyes and scoff at him. "Do you really believe that garbage that you spew? Or is your self esteem so low that you actually think that's the truth? I was crying because... well... that's not really any of your business!" I rub the tears out of my eyes and stick out my chin defiantly.
Christian sighs and walks over to the station to go get some bandages and I lean back and close my eyes shut and try to block everything out. I hear people cheering for Hunter, so I guess he won the titles. I sigh again and squeeze my eyes even tighter. I guess that headache the doctors were all talking about had come quicker then they had expected. My head feels like it's about to explode and spew gray brain matter all over the place. Very not good.
"Molly?" Christian asks softly. I groan and mutter, "Yes?"
"How are you getting back to the hotel?"
"Oh, on my magic carpet with my flying monkeys."
Christian laughs, "No, I'm being serious. Seeing as how your in no shape to drive. And I'm without a taxi. And the fact that I feel kinda bad....."
I smile as I open my eyes to see him standing over my cot in his street clothes with his head lowered and he's playing with his hair. "It's called a conscience, Christian... They're real good to have, ya know."
"So I've heard..." He mutters softly, but I pretend not to have heard it. "Where are your keys?" he asks louder.
"In the locker room. But, that would involve me getting up."
"Come on Miss Hardcore... I'll walk you to the locker room and then I'll drive you back to the hotel." I wonder if he knows 'Little Miss Hardcore" was Spike's nickname for me. No, no one knew that but the two of us. He pulls me up off the cot and he leads me by the arm to the Girls locker room. I really, really hope Lita is not in their right now, because I don't know how I'm going to explain Christian holding on to my arm so I don't fall.
And appearing like he actually cares for me....
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A/N: I forgot to mention, (I think) that I own none of these characters. Cuz if I did... Oh boy! Just imagine how much FUN I would have! *points to the nakkid Edge muse* *evil laughter* ANYWAY! Isn't it cute so far? I think so! Awww! And don't worry! There are plenty more 'Awwww' moments to come!