Chapter # 3
The taxi pulled up at the arena, Molly dragging herself and her bags out, "Keep the change" she told the driver with a soft, sweet smile, as intense and cold as she seemed on TV, Molly had always tried to be friendly to everyone else, it was just her co workers that she hated.
Upon entering the building though, Molly's smile quickly turned to a frown, some of her fellow wrestlers had been waiting for her and wasted no time in taking their shots. As much as their words hurt, Molly just kept her head down and kept walking, "If I just ignore them and let them have their fun, they'll leave me alone eventually" she thought to herself, trying desperately to hold in her tears. Making her way to the women's locker room, she went to the furthest, quietest corner, dropped her bags and slumped down in a chair, "This is going to be a long night..."
All the other divaswent offsocializing, leaving Molly all by herself in the locker room, she quickly got her ring gear out of her bag and was just about to get changed when she heard a soft knocking on the door. "I'spose I'll get it", Molly mumbled, as she reached the door and opened, she was greeted by the sight of a rather shy looking Chris Benoit"Oh, hi Chris" she nervously said, she'd never really been friends with him before, but he was never an enemy either, truth be told, Molly respected Benoit greatly and had patterned a lot of herself on him. He smiled at her and said, "I just came here to make sure you were okay", "I mean, well you had a pretty rough night last night", Molly let out a sigh, "Yeah, if only I'd had a night as good as your's, congratulations by the way, you really deserve that title" as Molly patted his world title belt. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two for a few seconds, before Benoit just decided to say what he thought, "Look, Molly I'm sorry about what happened to you last night, you deserve a lot better than this shit. I guess I just came here to tell you don't give up, I know that you're strong enough to make it through this". The tears were back in Molly's eyes, she couldn't believe it, someone she respected so much, someone who'd just had the greatest night of his life the night before, had accomplished his dream, had come to check on her? What was going on here?
"Anyway" he continued, "what are you going to do in your match tonight?", "What do you mean?", he struggled to find the right words, he surely didn't want to upset her, the poor girl had probably been through enough he thought, pointing to her head, which was covered by a black woolen skull cap, "You're not going to wear that out there are you?", she didn't really know what to say, "Um, I'm not quite sure, I know I can't wear a hat, but I don't think I want the world to see me like this", "I was going to see someone in makeup, maybe one of them has a spare wig or something".
Looking away for a second, she caught sight of the clock, "Oh fuck" she said, "My match is on in 20 minutes, I've got to get ready", as she scrambled for her change of clothes, "Best of luck tonight Molly", Benoit said, "Yeah, thanks" she replied, just as he started to walk off, Molly called out to him, "Hey Chris!" she called, "Yeah, what is it Molly?", "I just wanted to say thanks", "Thanks? For what?", "For caring", a big smile came over the world champions face, "Anytime Molly, anytime", she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and scrambled off to get ready, all the while thinking to herself, "Wow, I guess not everyone here is a prick after all".
"I'm sorry that it's not the best looking, but it's all I could find", said Jan the makeup lady as Molly looked in the mirror, the awkward looking blonde hairpiece perched upon her head, "That's okay Jan" she said, "It'll do for now, I can't thank you enough for helping me out like this", "Molly, after what you went through, it's the least I could do, no one deserves what happened to you last night". "Molly! 2 minutes! Your match is up next" yelled a road agent, "Thanks again", Molly told Jan as she started towards the entrance ramp, all the good thoughts had gone now, now she only had one thing on her mind, Victoria was going to die.
As her music hit, Molly stormed down the ramp, attacking her shocked opponents, getting Victoria on the mat, she screamed with rage between every blow, "You want to ruin MY life?", punch, "I'm going to fucking kill you" punch, "You're dead, you hear me? You're dead" punch, punch. Eventually Molly was restrained by the referee and sent to the outside, as Jazz continued the battle. After a minute or so, Molly had almost forgotten about her hair, her competitve instincts had taken over, but that all changed once Lita yanked the wig off of her head. As the crowd started laughing, Molly turned bright red with humiliation, she felt as if the entire world was watching her, she had to get out, get away. She quickly started up the ramp, trying desperately to cover her head, all the while Victoria was laughing at her, even harder than ever. Molly ran back to the locker room and started changing her clothes as quickly as she could, just as she was leaving the locker room, Victoria handed Molly the hairpiece, "Great match baldy", as the laughing started again, Molly snatched the wig away and threw it into her bag as she stormed off toward the exit, "Laugh at me?" she muttered to herself, "You just wait, we'll see who laughs last"....