She was stunning. Not stunning in the same way as someone like Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler, or any of the other dime-a-dozen women that WWE employed. She was quick, but smart about her movements. A few of her mistakes were obvious and easily taken advantage of by the ring veteran she was facing, but overall there wasn't as much bad to be said about the raven-haired wrestler as most would have thought.
Now... just what in the hell was he doing admiring someone else's wrestling ability? Let alone a woman... dear God, he was obviously losing his mind bit by bit.
Of course, Raven could always attribute the fact that he was watching the match to the fact that his past... "interest", Molly Holly, was the veteran that he referred to in his thoughts. Yes, the lovely Molly who, for some reason, had caught his interest not so very long ago. She was the epitome of the girl-next-door. Cute, blonde, wholesome, athletic... she was his opposite in every way, which could have been the reason he took to her so quickly. Not that he ever told anyone, though there had been the occasional whisper that Raven had his eye on the pure diva. Still, nothing came of it and those whispers were dismissed as quickly as the notion that Naked Mideon should grace the cover of the next WWE Diva's magazine.
But, of course, Raven and Molly were not meant to be. No... Molly and Spike. That was the couple everyone loved to see. They were adorable, loving, happy... Raven hated it. He loathed Spike Dudley for the pain he inadvertently caused Raven. Raven despised the smaller wrestler because he had the one thing Raven actually wanted: Molly. He never put his hands on Spike to hurt him, though, while the blonde-haired wrestler was dating the object of Raven's desire. No, because that would have caused her pain. A pain that Raven felt it was unnecessary for her to suffer if he could avoid causing it. Of course, the lovely Molly would feel this pain many times over as Spike seemed to become the target for all sorts of abuse from his fellow wrestlers, particularly his own brothers, Buh-Buh and D-Von. Still, the couple remained strong for awhile... until Hurricane Helms stole Molly away from him in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. That was when Raven stopped caring.
He was getting off of his topic now, though. Why was he really watching this match? It wasn't because of Molly, no matter how much he wished he could write it off as just that. No, it was because of this new girl. This new girl who had caught his attention. How had she done it? All they had ever done was run in to each other. Twice. Actually, she had run in to him, but that wasn't the point.
Daffney. That was her name. The previous lover of David Flair, the loathsome brat of Ric Flair, the legendary wrestler. It was plain to anyone who had ever spoke with David, which Raven had on two or three occasions, that the oldest Flair son had no idea what he was getting himself in to. David thought everything was going to come easy to him just because he was Ric's son... and the second a semi-pretty girl showed him any attention, he jumped at her.
That "semi-pretty girl" was, in fact, Daffney. Despite the fact that she had caught Raven's eyes, he had to admit that there was something quite plain about her. Her style was very casual, she hardly ever did anything nice with her hair, her make-up was minimal, to say the least. Daffney just didn't stand out from the crowd as one of the prettiest girls you were ever going to see... but she really didn't seem to care.
There was always the possibility that she did care, though. She could just be trying to play it off so that her care-free look caught people's attention. That was what the woman known to the fans as Lita did, when anyone who had spent any time with her knew that she spent just as much time as Stacy Keibler trying to figure out what to wear and things of that nature. Raven shuddered at the thought of the so-called "Queen of Extreme" for more than one reason. One being that the real Queen of Extreme was none other than Francine, not this so-called wrestler who couldn't hit her own signature move correctly.
The other reason was because, at one point, the two had been dating. Actually, dating probably wasn't even the right word for what they were when they were together. They were... Raven couldn't even think of a word for what they had been, but he knew that it had lasted about six hellish months. Thank God he came to his senses when he did. Raven wasn't best known for his selectiveness when it came to what girls he would have sex with, but even he was ashamed that he had stooped that low. The sad thing, though, was that lately she had been following him around, despite the fact that Matt Hardy was her current fuck buddy. Raven almost felt sorry for the older Hardy brother, but he was Raven... he didn't feel sorry for anyone but himself.
Raven slouched down in his steel chair, becoming a little less interested in this match than he had been earlier. It was obvious that it was almost over, considering that Molly Holly had just officially knocked Daffney off her feet and was now heading for the top rope, as her opponent was trying to get to her feet, for her finisher, the Molly-Go-Round.
"What the fu-...?" Raven suddenly heard himself saying as he saw a dark-haired wrestler start running down the ramp towards the ring, earning boos from the crowd. The new wrestler quickly grabbed Molly's legs and pulled them out from under her, sending her crashing down to the mat, while the referee was tending to the very dazed and confused Daffney.
When Daffney was finally able to stand on her own, she soon found herself looking down at her opponent, who had been kicking her butt from ring post to post during this match, as she appeared to be completely out of it from her fall from the top turnbuckle. The person who had helped her had retreated to the back just seconds before Daffney regained her composure, so for all the new diva knew, Molly had just accidentally fallen while preparing for her move. Wasting no more time than she already had, Daffney used all that was left of her strength to pick Molly up and place her, sitting, on the top rope, then climb up the turnbuckles herself to perform her signature move, the FrankenScreamer. It was only three seconds later that Daffney found herself on the right side of a pin attempt and heard her name being announced by Lillian Garcia as the winner of the match.
Raven was still in shock... what in the hell did Stevie Richards think he was doing?
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Author's Note: Okay, I know all the chapters so far have just been setting stuff up, but I want to try to get as much of the explanation stuff as I can out of the way. :-) Hope ya enjoyed this and I will try to get another update out... soon. I should have an update to my MS out tonight, if I'm lucky, so that will clear me to work on this one. Thanks!
Now... just what in the hell was he doing admiring someone else's wrestling ability? Let alone a woman... dear God, he was obviously losing his mind bit by bit.
Of course, Raven could always attribute the fact that he was watching the match to the fact that his past... "interest", Molly Holly, was the veteran that he referred to in his thoughts. Yes, the lovely Molly who, for some reason, had caught his interest not so very long ago. She was the epitome of the girl-next-door. Cute, blonde, wholesome, athletic... she was his opposite in every way, which could have been the reason he took to her so quickly. Not that he ever told anyone, though there had been the occasional whisper that Raven had his eye on the pure diva. Still, nothing came of it and those whispers were dismissed as quickly as the notion that Naked Mideon should grace the cover of the next WWE Diva's magazine.
But, of course, Raven and Molly were not meant to be. No... Molly and Spike. That was the couple everyone loved to see. They were adorable, loving, happy... Raven hated it. He loathed Spike Dudley for the pain he inadvertently caused Raven. Raven despised the smaller wrestler because he had the one thing Raven actually wanted: Molly. He never put his hands on Spike to hurt him, though, while the blonde-haired wrestler was dating the object of Raven's desire. No, because that would have caused her pain. A pain that Raven felt it was unnecessary for her to suffer if he could avoid causing it. Of course, the lovely Molly would feel this pain many times over as Spike seemed to become the target for all sorts of abuse from his fellow wrestlers, particularly his own brothers, Buh-Buh and D-Von. Still, the couple remained strong for awhile... until Hurricane Helms stole Molly away from him in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. That was when Raven stopped caring.
He was getting off of his topic now, though. Why was he really watching this match? It wasn't because of Molly, no matter how much he wished he could write it off as just that. No, it was because of this new girl. This new girl who had caught his attention. How had she done it? All they had ever done was run in to each other. Twice. Actually, she had run in to him, but that wasn't the point.
Daffney. That was her name. The previous lover of David Flair, the loathsome brat of Ric Flair, the legendary wrestler. It was plain to anyone who had ever spoke with David, which Raven had on two or three occasions, that the oldest Flair son had no idea what he was getting himself in to. David thought everything was going to come easy to him just because he was Ric's son... and the second a semi-pretty girl showed him any attention, he jumped at her.
That "semi-pretty girl" was, in fact, Daffney. Despite the fact that she had caught Raven's eyes, he had to admit that there was something quite plain about her. Her style was very casual, she hardly ever did anything nice with her hair, her make-up was minimal, to say the least. Daffney just didn't stand out from the crowd as one of the prettiest girls you were ever going to see... but she really didn't seem to care.
There was always the possibility that she did care, though. She could just be trying to play it off so that her care-free look caught people's attention. That was what the woman known to the fans as Lita did, when anyone who had spent any time with her knew that she spent just as much time as Stacy Keibler trying to figure out what to wear and things of that nature. Raven shuddered at the thought of the so-called "Queen of Extreme" for more than one reason. One being that the real Queen of Extreme was none other than Francine, not this so-called wrestler who couldn't hit her own signature move correctly.
The other reason was because, at one point, the two had been dating. Actually, dating probably wasn't even the right word for what they were when they were together. They were... Raven couldn't even think of a word for what they had been, but he knew that it had lasted about six hellish months. Thank God he came to his senses when he did. Raven wasn't best known for his selectiveness when it came to what girls he would have sex with, but even he was ashamed that he had stooped that low. The sad thing, though, was that lately she had been following him around, despite the fact that Matt Hardy was her current fuck buddy. Raven almost felt sorry for the older Hardy brother, but he was Raven... he didn't feel sorry for anyone but himself.
Raven slouched down in his steel chair, becoming a little less interested in this match than he had been earlier. It was obvious that it was almost over, considering that Molly Holly had just officially knocked Daffney off her feet and was now heading for the top rope, as her opponent was trying to get to her feet, for her finisher, the Molly-Go-Round.
"What the fu-...?" Raven suddenly heard himself saying as he saw a dark-haired wrestler start running down the ramp towards the ring, earning boos from the crowd. The new wrestler quickly grabbed Molly's legs and pulled them out from under her, sending her crashing down to the mat, while the referee was tending to the very dazed and confused Daffney.
When Daffney was finally able to stand on her own, she soon found herself looking down at her opponent, who had been kicking her butt from ring post to post during this match, as she appeared to be completely out of it from her fall from the top turnbuckle. The person who had helped her had retreated to the back just seconds before Daffney regained her composure, so for all the new diva knew, Molly had just accidentally fallen while preparing for her move. Wasting no more time than she already had, Daffney used all that was left of her strength to pick Molly up and place her, sitting, on the top rope, then climb up the turnbuckles herself to perform her signature move, the FrankenScreamer. It was only three seconds later that Daffney found herself on the right side of a pin attempt and heard her name being announced by Lillian Garcia as the winner of the match.
Raven was still in shock... what in the hell did Stevie Richards think he was doing?
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Author's Note: Okay, I know all the chapters so far have just been setting stuff up, but I want to try to get as much of the explanation stuff as I can out of the way. :-) Hope ya enjoyed this and I will try to get another update out... soon. I should have an update to my MS out tonight, if I'm lucky, so that will clear me to work on this one. Thanks!