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fabulous Fallen Angel who I love with all my heart. Making their way is
coming soon babe I promise
She didn't know who was watching her. Even then as she moved back towards into the darkness, he watched her soundlessly. So impenetrable, she didn't even notice him. He sat high above her in the rafters, one leg hanging down and swinging soundlessly. As she continued to move towards the darker corridors, he slowly got to his feet and began walking softly after her until he was ahead of her. He stopped in the depths of the forbidden corridor. This was the place so many of the divas chose not to come to or got escorted through if they needed to go. But Molly didn't need an escort. She revelled in the darkness he too chose to embrace. She was such a beauty to behold but she didn't see it. As she walked towards him, he enjoyed the vision he saw.
Her hair had been cut and dyed back from its artificial perky Holly blonde to a coppery brown that curled and shone just down to her neck. Her delightful china face was decorated with large eyes that were chocolate and soulful showing every emotion so beautifully and expressively and a full sensuous mouth. Her body was porcelain white and full and curvy. She hated her curves, uncomfortable with the gifts she'd been given. Tonight, she wore liquidy deep royal blue; a stretching vest with a v-neck almost to her cleavage that was laced up and tight hugging pants. It all accented her body perfectly and allowed her to wrestle. He sighed. He was afraid to stare anymore, his thoughts would overtake him and he'd let his presence known to her. She'd probably scream or maybe she'd understand. She was so like him. No one else was.
They all thought he'd gone. Been fired because he didn't fit the mould of the perfect well-behaved superstar. Screw that. He was never going to be normal. He'd seen what happened to normal people. He'd watched his old friends as they either dropped away like him (Justin, Jerry Lynn) or got buried mid-card (Tommy, Lance, Dawn). There were those who had made a mark, managing to find a way to get noticed (Rob, Tajiri). But they were few; they were the lucky ones. The ones who had some outstanding feature which made the dull-minded audiences take notice of their in-ring skills. They were truly extreme. He had been extreme but no one understood him. They thought he was crazy, not quite real. They were right about that, he wasn't
Neither was she. She wasn't born; she was lovingly made somewhere far from heaven. Embued with a darkened purity which shone out to him. It always had done, ever since he'd first seen her. She'd been talking to her cousins, Hardcore and Crash Holly. They'd been pumping her up for her match. She had long blonde hair then with dark roots. Her darkness had been painted over. Her smile was so sunny it was hard to look at her sometimes. But she'd changed, she'd become a superhero and she'd joined the Alliance. Ah the Alliance, such a wonderful plan. He had been more than willing to join up, a chance to wreak havoc. And there she'd been. Dressed in a black and pink cat-suit with the same silly blonde curls. She'd hated the crowd. She had a purpose, to fight at the Hurricane's side (a very dillusioned boy) and they didn't understand. But even then he could see that dark light. She just wasn't letting it shine. Then one day she did. She betrayed the Hurricane. She pinned him for the Hardcore belt and won the title. He had been in awe of her. No other female would dare try that but she did. Why? Because finally the darkness claimed her. Then she began to change.
She became the creature that he was watching now. The beauty that shivered in the light and embraced the darkness. Maybe he would reveal himself and then she wouldn't feel so alone. He watched her as she stood in the darkness, a smile on her face. Then she turned and began walking quickly away, it was nearly time for her match. He watched and then lifted a hand and traced her name into the air in front of him. MOLLY. She stopped and looked back, startled. Yes he would say something soon. But she had a journey to go on first before she could discover him.
She didn't know who was watching her. Even then as she moved back towards into the darkness, he watched her soundlessly. So impenetrable, she didn't even notice him. He sat high above her in the rafters, one leg hanging down and swinging soundlessly. As she continued to move towards the darker corridors, he slowly got to his feet and began walking softly after her until he was ahead of her. He stopped in the depths of the forbidden corridor. This was the place so many of the divas chose not to come to or got escorted through if they needed to go. But Molly didn't need an escort. She revelled in the darkness he too chose to embrace. She was such a beauty to behold but she didn't see it. As she walked towards him, he enjoyed the vision he saw.
Her hair had been cut and dyed back from its artificial perky Holly blonde to a coppery brown that curled and shone just down to her neck. Her delightful china face was decorated with large eyes that were chocolate and soulful showing every emotion so beautifully and expressively and a full sensuous mouth. Her body was porcelain white and full and curvy. She hated her curves, uncomfortable with the gifts she'd been given. Tonight, she wore liquidy deep royal blue; a stretching vest with a v-neck almost to her cleavage that was laced up and tight hugging pants. It all accented her body perfectly and allowed her to wrestle. He sighed. He was afraid to stare anymore, his thoughts would overtake him and he'd let his presence known to her. She'd probably scream or maybe she'd understand. She was so like him. No one else was.
They all thought he'd gone. Been fired because he didn't fit the mould of the perfect well-behaved superstar. Screw that. He was never going to be normal. He'd seen what happened to normal people. He'd watched his old friends as they either dropped away like him (Justin, Jerry Lynn) or got buried mid-card (Tommy, Lance, Dawn). There were those who had made a mark, managing to find a way to get noticed (Rob, Tajiri). But they were few; they were the lucky ones. The ones who had some outstanding feature which made the dull-minded audiences take notice of their in-ring skills. They were truly extreme. He had been extreme but no one understood him. They thought he was crazy, not quite real. They were right about that, he wasn't
Neither was she. She wasn't born; she was lovingly made somewhere far from heaven. Embued with a darkened purity which shone out to him. It always had done, ever since he'd first seen her. She'd been talking to her cousins, Hardcore and Crash Holly. They'd been pumping her up for her match. She had long blonde hair then with dark roots. Her darkness had been painted over. Her smile was so sunny it was hard to look at her sometimes. But she'd changed, she'd become a superhero and she'd joined the Alliance. Ah the Alliance, such a wonderful plan. He had been more than willing to join up, a chance to wreak havoc. And there she'd been. Dressed in a black and pink cat-suit with the same silly blonde curls. She'd hated the crowd. She had a purpose, to fight at the Hurricane's side (a very dillusioned boy) and they didn't understand. But even then he could see that dark light. She just wasn't letting it shine. Then one day she did. She betrayed the Hurricane. She pinned him for the Hardcore belt and won the title. He had been in awe of her. No other female would dare try that but she did. Why? Because finally the darkness claimed her. Then she began to change.
She became the creature that he was watching now. The beauty that shivered in the light and embraced the darkness. Maybe he would reveal himself and then she wouldn't feel so alone. He watched her as she stood in the darkness, a smile on her face. Then she turned and began walking quickly away, it was nearly time for her match. He watched and then lifted a hand and traced her name into the air in front of him. MOLLY. She stopped and looked back, startled. Yes he would say something soon. But she had a journey to go on first before she could discover him.
