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Defeated, again. Molly let a long wistful sigh escape her lips. Should she have expected anything else? No, not if she was using logic. She was just ring fodder; a body to throw around between the ropes that meant nothing. No character at all. The heel equivalent of Ivory and Jacqueline. They didn't complain. They'd been in the business for years and revelled the chance to purely wrestle, their passion for it stemming from years of working to get what they wanted. Molly loved wrestling too. It was her life. But she wanted more. She couldn't stay in the light for so long without some reward, some compensation for the burning she suffered.

Last year, she had received that. A reign as the Women's Champion, winning it off that tramp Trish who'd thoroughly enjoyed drawing the world's attention to the fact that Molly had a large ass. She wasn't proud of it, she knew it wasn't her best feature. But why did people have to laugh about it and call her names? It wasn't big and clever to do things like that. Molly hurriedly patting her face with the towel she was carrying. No one must see her cry. Everyone back here thought was a frigid bitch with an icy façade that prevented any penetration. Why disappoint them when the truth was so very different? The truth that she didn't want them to know, how soft and tender her centre was beneath the layers of darkness she'd used to heal herself after the burning rays of sunny personality she'd been forced to be had drained her to the core.

So what if she was a virgin? Was it a bad thing? She didn't jump into bed with the first hot man she saw just because it was fun. She was waiting. Molly nodded to herself, some confidence trickling back into her. It had been her decision a long time ago when some of the farm hands on the Holly property made very obvious passes at her; a couple even tried holding her down. She soon took care of them though; her weight training was not for nothing. She'd heard them say that she was like an angel, a vision they couldn't get out their heads as she worked beside them in cut-off faded denim shorts and a checked shirt tied at her navel, her butter yellow curls brushing against her porcelain flesh above her neckline. They made it sound like her fault. And Molly had never forgotten it. She had decided then and there that no man could have her that way unless he wanted her because he loved her totally and completely for the person she was. Not because of the pretty perky appearance of perfection she radiated moulded by her unforgiving family. She'd kept it too. She thought she'd found that person in Spike but that dream shattered into the glowing sunset.

Slowly, she found she was walking back to the darkness. Her feet seemed to automatically find the way as though pulled by some invisible force. It was after all where she belonged. She'd gone back to the locker room and after changing into comfortable grey pants and a fitted long sleeved deep blue top, left Jazz and Victoria to their petty bickering about who's fault it was that they lost the match. They were like two spoiled brats sometimes with their constant arguing and Steven and Theodore trying to get them to work it out. Molly had just slipped away, a shadow who avoided blame completely. She'd come to the place where she felt completely calm and free of blame and anger. The darkness that devoured her left her perfectly contented.

No one noticed her backstage anyway. Stephanie was very nice and always talked to everyone but that was because she and Eric ran the shows and wanted everyone to be happy. They worked hard at it and Molly admired Steph because people said nasty things about her though Stephanie acted as though they were nothing. It had happened her whole life she said so a few more wouldn't make any difference to her. Molly wasn't as flashy or trampy as most of the other divas and sort of faded away. But that was fine with her because she got to seep into the darkness where she belonged. Where an invisible stranger watched her and didn't judge her. Where she felt completely at home.

As she neared the darkness, she began to feel at peace. The minor irritations of today seemed to disappear beneath this wealth of deep soothing tranquillity, all the judgements she left slapped against her gone. She was soon right inside, where no one could see or touch her, far away from the pain that plagued her and stung her tender centre when the darkness was not there. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, happy to let go a little where no one could see her. She had covered her embarrassing flesh completely, the top didn't reveal her belly as she felt it stuck out, making her body appear even more dough and podgy than it was, if that was possible. She hated what other people saw. She hated even more what they thought when they saw her and how they laughed. But she didn't need anyone because she tried relying on people before and tried loving them but it didn't work. Now she just had herself and the darkness.

That was when she heard a noise. A long slow sigh-hiss of contentment. Her eyes snapped open and a familiar shiver chattered up her spine. She looked up to the rafters.

And saw Raven looking back down.