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Backstage could be dark. Very dark. The type of darkness that felt cool and thick to your skin. Molly sighed happily and continued walking, her arms wrapped around herself. Some of the divas hated walking alone backstage; in nearly all the arenas were pockets of blank darkness and unused corridors which you had to use to get to where you needed to go. The other divas asked for men to accompany them. Molly walked alone. She liked the time she had to think to herself. She enjoyed the darkness and sometimes, it felt like someone was watching over her.
Slowly she made her way back into the light and towards the locker room she shared with the full Raw women's roster. As she did, she heard someone call her name. She turned and saw Stephanie Mcmahon walking briskly towards her. Molly smoothly fixed her face into a positive smile. She couldn't let one of the most powerful people in the company see her real tragic face.
"Stephanie, I didn't expect to see you here" she said quietly
"Well I have to keep an eye on Eric" laughed Stephanie "he can get some fancy ideas if someone doesn't keep him in check"
Molly nodded. Of course. Eric. He and Stephanie had been married for only a short while now but had been together for longer, ever since he'd first appeared as the Raw General Manager. The fans didn't know that of course. As far as they were concerned, there was a vicious hatred between the two General Managers. Nothing could be further from the truth but the fans would never know. Everything else was as the cameras caught it, the wrestlers' lives captured on-screen for everyone to see.
"So what are you doing here?" Molly asked, trying to sound interested
"I got bored" offered Stephanie "besides, Eric is always forgetting things, I just help him the best I can"
At that point, her cell-phone suddenly went off. Sighing she pulled it out of her jacket pocket answered it
"Yes Eric?.......the match list should be in your office...well since you fired your Chief of Staff, things have been all over the place .....alright, alright! I'm coming"
With a noise of frustration, she snapped it shut.
"I'll see you later Molly, ok?"
Before waiting for an answer, Stephanie disappeared down the corridor at a fast pace. Molly stood for a few seconds. She felt like a pale cold shadow. There was nothing to do. She wished she was on Smackdown a lot of the time. There were too many barriers, too many ties here on Raw. The Hurricane was here, her ex-partner in fighting crime and he barely spoke to her, having never forgiven her for double crossing him like that. The hurt in his eyes cut through her deeply whenever he glanced her way. Chris Nowinksi had finally given up trying to bed her but still she saw him looking at her, watching and waiting it seemed for his opportunity to strike. It gave her the shivers. The Dudley Boyz had never liked her and constantly appeared when she was alone, waiting to punish her for first taking their little brother Spike away from them and then for breaking his heart. Spike himself avoided her, offering only a sad defeated smile when he saw her. She had Victoria, at lease she did at the beginning. Now Victoria was too involved with her psychotic partner Steven Richards. She said that he understood her better than anyone and helped her understand the voices in her head better.
Molly looked around. She was reminded of why she hated the light. It was burning and fake, making her head buzz painfully. She turned quickly and walked back to where she'd come from. Into the cooling darkness. She felt alone in the light but in the darkness, she wasn't. For some reason, someone watched her. She didn't know who. Maybe it was her light-addled mind playing sadistic tricks on her but she was almost sure someone gazed from the very depths of the velvety night. In the darkness, she was safe, here she wasn't alone. She was at home.
Backstage could be dark. Very dark. The type of darkness that felt cool and thick to your skin. Molly sighed happily and continued walking, her arms wrapped around herself. Some of the divas hated walking alone backstage; in nearly all the arenas were pockets of blank darkness and unused corridors which you had to use to get to where you needed to go. The other divas asked for men to accompany them. Molly walked alone. She liked the time she had to think to herself. She enjoyed the darkness and sometimes, it felt like someone was watching over her.
Slowly she made her way back into the light and towards the locker room she shared with the full Raw women's roster. As she did, she heard someone call her name. She turned and saw Stephanie Mcmahon walking briskly towards her. Molly smoothly fixed her face into a positive smile. She couldn't let one of the most powerful people in the company see her real tragic face.
"Stephanie, I didn't expect to see you here" she said quietly
"Well I have to keep an eye on Eric" laughed Stephanie "he can get some fancy ideas if someone doesn't keep him in check"
Molly nodded. Of course. Eric. He and Stephanie had been married for only a short while now but had been together for longer, ever since he'd first appeared as the Raw General Manager. The fans didn't know that of course. As far as they were concerned, there was a vicious hatred between the two General Managers. Nothing could be further from the truth but the fans would never know. Everything else was as the cameras caught it, the wrestlers' lives captured on-screen for everyone to see.
"So what are you doing here?" Molly asked, trying to sound interested
"I got bored" offered Stephanie "besides, Eric is always forgetting things, I just help him the best I can"
At that point, her cell-phone suddenly went off. Sighing she pulled it out of her jacket pocket answered it
"Yes Eric?.......the match list should be in your office...well since you fired your Chief of Staff, things have been all over the place .....alright, alright! I'm coming"
With a noise of frustration, she snapped it shut.
"I'll see you later Molly, ok?"
Before waiting for an answer, Stephanie disappeared down the corridor at a fast pace. Molly stood for a few seconds. She felt like a pale cold shadow. There was nothing to do. She wished she was on Smackdown a lot of the time. There were too many barriers, too many ties here on Raw. The Hurricane was here, her ex-partner in fighting crime and he barely spoke to her, having never forgiven her for double crossing him like that. The hurt in his eyes cut through her deeply whenever he glanced her way. Chris Nowinksi had finally given up trying to bed her but still she saw him looking at her, watching and waiting it seemed for his opportunity to strike. It gave her the shivers. The Dudley Boyz had never liked her and constantly appeared when she was alone, waiting to punish her for first taking their little brother Spike away from them and then for breaking his heart. Spike himself avoided her, offering only a sad defeated smile when he saw her. She had Victoria, at lease she did at the beginning. Now Victoria was too involved with her psychotic partner Steven Richards. She said that he understood her better than anyone and helped her understand the voices in her head better.
Molly looked around. She was reminded of why she hated the light. It was burning and fake, making her head buzz painfully. She turned quickly and walked back to where she'd come from. Into the cooling darkness. She felt alone in the light but in the darkness, she wasn't. For some reason, someone watched her. She didn't know who. Maybe it was her light-addled mind playing sadistic tricks on her but she was almost sure someone gazed from the very depths of the velvety night. In the darkness, she was safe, here she wasn't alone. She was at home.
