Title: Missing My Side
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairings: Victoria/Jericho, Molly/Christian, Edge/Lita.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG13 (For now, it might go up later)
Spoilers: Around the last couple of months of the Invasion, I'm messing with the time lines.
Summary: The WWF divas infiltrate the Alliance, are they in for more then they barged for?
Notes: Response to Sarah's challenge :)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
"Why are we doing this again?" Molly groaned lowly as Paul Heyman entered the room.
"Just shut up and smile, Blondie." Victoria shot back playfully at her friend before turning around to Heyman, smile plastered on her face.
"Hello ladies," he greeted each with a handshake vaguely reminiscent of a slug crawling on them, "how are my two favorite defectors?"
"Great, I'm so glad I dumped that loser Jericho, he was holding me back." Victoria said, wishing for the moment she could be in his arms again.
"I know, he's been a womanizing pig for years, I always thought you're too good for him." Heyman said, then gazed at Molly, "Miss pure wholesome Molly, let me have a look at you." He grabbed her by her hand and spun her around. She tried not to vomit as she felt his wondering eyes on her. "Perfect." he smiled sleazily. "Now, letme go get the fine gentlemen you two will be working with." As he left the room momentarily, Molly shot Victoria a 'this is going to suck, isn't it?' look. To which her only response was to close her eyes and nod.
Heyman returned a few moments later with two people in tow.
"Now Molly," Heyman started, "this is the Hurricane, our brand new superhero, and I think you'd be just perfect as his new sidekick." he said enthusiastically.
"Citizen Molly," he swirled into his best superhero pose, "I am the Hurricane." he shook her hand. This was definitely someone who had too much of Heyman's Kool-Aid "I vow to protect your pure and wholesome nature from the likes the WWF and the evil Christian."
Molly faked a smile, while secretly cringing. She had come down and interfered in Christian's US title match against Rhyno, costing him the match. Shane told her he didn't want anymore title belts leaving the Alliance and her job on Raw was to make sure it didn't happen, no one would expect Molly Holly to break up a match. She'd hurt Christian, not the other way around. Even though he told her was fine when she'd apologized afterward, she still felt bad about it. He was always sweet to her and she hated having to do that to him.
"Golly gee gumdrops, you'd do that for me?" was her sugary sweet response, throwing out any semblance of herself for the goody-two-shoes image she was associated with. "That's swell."
"Come, Citizen Molly, let show you to the Hurri-cave." he said as he whisked her off and out of the room.
"Nice to know they get along." Heyman rubbed his chubby little hands together like he was about to get laid. "Now Victoria, this is Lance Storm." The man approached her, circling her like a vulture to it's prey, his eyes wandering slowly up and down her body as though she was a piece of meat on a rack. Chris had warned her about him being a creep, the pervert thing was new. His eyes met with Paul Heyman's.
"Very nice Paul, I like her." His eyes still scanning her, "I think Victoria and I will get along just fine." He was so close she could feel his breath on her, making her skin crawl, she slipped half a step to the side.
"I'll just leave you two to get acquainted." he left room, probably to find a new plaything.
"Well, well, Miss Victoria, I don't normally take Chris Jericho's leftovers, but it is a damn shame he let you go." His voice covered in trails of smile, his hands wandering in her raven hair. She grabbed his hand in hers, quickly removing it from her hair.
"He didn't let me go, I dumped his ass." she said firmly.
"Just tell me something." He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "How did it feel to hit Jericho with a steel chair?"
She shuttered inwardly at the memory, as well a Storm's close proximity to her body. She'd accompanied Chris to the ring that night on RAW for his tag match with Rock against RVD and Shane. Right before the end of the match, RVD had the Rock on the outside with the referee distracted. She grabbed a steel chair from ringside, slid in the ring and nailed Jericho with it, the sound of steel cracking against skin, broke her heart as she watched him fall to the mat. She threw the chair out of the ring before jumping off the apron over to Shane's corner. As she watched Rob Van Dam go up for a Five Star Frog Splash on her boyfriend's prone body, she noticed a cut on Jericho forehead, nothing that needed stitches, but she knew it was a mark she'd made. She breathed a sigh of relief as the ref counted the pin, ending her torture, as she walked back celebrating with the Alliance, leaving the man she longed for bloody in ring.
And after Kurt Angle gotten screwed out the Championship belt by a defecting Commissioner William Regal, it was the worst night for the WWF to date. The only bright spot being the fact that the Hardys won the WCW tag belts off of Booker T and Test, but she had a feeling that wouldn't be the last they'd see of them.
She folded her arms over chest protectively, before snapping her head to met Lance's eyes, which were spouting nothing but hatred.
"It was better than sex." she said confidently, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Good, nice to know we're on the same page." A sleazy smile formed on his lips, still close enough to her that she was almost sure he was trying to smell her hair, "We're done for now, you can go." he dismissed her like a lady in waiting.
She left the room, still feeling his eyes training on her, sighing as she leaned against the door.
This was going to suck, wasn't it?
A/N: You know the drill: Reviews a plenty :)
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairings: Victoria/Jericho, Molly/Christian, Edge/Lita.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG13 (For now, it might go up later)
Spoilers: Around the last couple of months of the Invasion, I'm messing with the time lines.
Summary: The WWF divas infiltrate the Alliance, are they in for more then they barged for?
Notes: Response to Sarah's challenge :)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
"Why are we doing this again?" Molly groaned lowly as Paul Heyman entered the room.
"Just shut up and smile, Blondie." Victoria shot back playfully at her friend before turning around to Heyman, smile plastered on her face.
"Hello ladies," he greeted each with a handshake vaguely reminiscent of a slug crawling on them, "how are my two favorite defectors?"
"Great, I'm so glad I dumped that loser Jericho, he was holding me back." Victoria said, wishing for the moment she could be in his arms again.
"I know, he's been a womanizing pig for years, I always thought you're too good for him." Heyman said, then gazed at Molly, "Miss pure wholesome Molly, let me have a look at you." He grabbed her by her hand and spun her around. She tried not to vomit as she felt his wondering eyes on her. "Perfect." he smiled sleazily. "Now, letme go get the fine gentlemen you two will be working with." As he left the room momentarily, Molly shot Victoria a 'this is going to suck, isn't it?' look. To which her only response was to close her eyes and nod.
Heyman returned a few moments later with two people in tow.
"Now Molly," Heyman started, "this is the Hurricane, our brand new superhero, and I think you'd be just perfect as his new sidekick." he said enthusiastically.
"Citizen Molly," he swirled into his best superhero pose, "I am the Hurricane." he shook her hand. This was definitely someone who had too much of Heyman's Kool-Aid "I vow to protect your pure and wholesome nature from the likes the WWF and the evil Christian."
Molly faked a smile, while secretly cringing. She had come down and interfered in Christian's US title match against Rhyno, costing him the match. Shane told her he didn't want anymore title belts leaving the Alliance and her job on Raw was to make sure it didn't happen, no one would expect Molly Holly to break up a match. She'd hurt Christian, not the other way around. Even though he told her was fine when she'd apologized afterward, she still felt bad about it. He was always sweet to her and she hated having to do that to him.
"Golly gee gumdrops, you'd do that for me?" was her sugary sweet response, throwing out any semblance of herself for the goody-two-shoes image she was associated with. "That's swell."
"Come, Citizen Molly, let show you to the Hurri-cave." he said as he whisked her off and out of the room.
"Nice to know they get along." Heyman rubbed his chubby little hands together like he was about to get laid. "Now Victoria, this is Lance Storm." The man approached her, circling her like a vulture to it's prey, his eyes wandering slowly up and down her body as though she was a piece of meat on a rack. Chris had warned her about him being a creep, the pervert thing was new. His eyes met with Paul Heyman's.
"Very nice Paul, I like her." His eyes still scanning her, "I think Victoria and I will get along just fine." He was so close she could feel his breath on her, making her skin crawl, she slipped half a step to the side.
"I'll just leave you two to get acquainted." he left room, probably to find a new plaything.
"Well, well, Miss Victoria, I don't normally take Chris Jericho's leftovers, but it is a damn shame he let you go." His voice covered in trails of smile, his hands wandering in her raven hair. She grabbed his hand in hers, quickly removing it from her hair.
"He didn't let me go, I dumped his ass." she said firmly.
"Just tell me something." He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "How did it feel to hit Jericho with a steel chair?"
She shuttered inwardly at the memory, as well a Storm's close proximity to her body. She'd accompanied Chris to the ring that night on RAW for his tag match with Rock against RVD and Shane. Right before the end of the match, RVD had the Rock on the outside with the referee distracted. She grabbed a steel chair from ringside, slid in the ring and nailed Jericho with it, the sound of steel cracking against skin, broke her heart as she watched him fall to the mat. She threw the chair out of the ring before jumping off the apron over to Shane's corner. As she watched Rob Van Dam go up for a Five Star Frog Splash on her boyfriend's prone body, she noticed a cut on Jericho forehead, nothing that needed stitches, but she knew it was a mark she'd made. She breathed a sigh of relief as the ref counted the pin, ending her torture, as she walked back celebrating with the Alliance, leaving the man she longed for bloody in ring.
And after Kurt Angle gotten screwed out the Championship belt by a defecting Commissioner William Regal, it was the worst night for the WWF to date. The only bright spot being the fact that the Hardys won the WCW tag belts off of Booker T and Test, but she had a feeling that wouldn't be the last they'd see of them.
She folded her arms over chest protectively, before snapping her head to met Lance's eyes, which were spouting nothing but hatred.
"It was better than sex." she said confidently, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Good, nice to know we're on the same page." A sleazy smile formed on his lips, still close enough to her that she was almost sure he was trying to smell her hair, "We're done for now, you can go." he dismissed her like a lady in waiting.
She left the room, still feeling his eyes training on her, sighing as she leaned against the door.
This was going to suck, wasn't it?
A/N: You know the drill: Reviews a plenty :)