Out in the corridor leading away from the canteen, Randy was met by the sight he was dreading more than anything; Molly. There she was, stood chatting to somebody on her cell phone. 'You mean she actually has friends?' he wondered. He looked her up and down, he didn't find anything remotely appealing about her. She hung up on her conversation and shot the daggers in his direction.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Nothing much. Certainly nothing worth looking at anyway." he shot back coldly. Molly's eyes narrowed, forming a stormy complexion on her face. As much as she wanted to turn away and ignore the 'idiot' in her presence, she was compelled to confront him and make a point.
"What makes you think you can talk down your nose to me? You think because your dad was a doormat round here for years, that you can waltz around as if you own the place?" she said assertively.
"And it's okay for you to go round all high and mighty?" he replied, ignoring her questions.
"I've paid my dues, I've served my apprenticeship." she answered haughtily.
"Yeah, and you're still a nobody. When was your last win again?" he affirmed his cocky assertion of her position within the company. Rock bottom in other words.
"Very good Randy... Vince had so much faith in you, that he had you lose the world title after one month."
"Whatever. At least the fans like me."
"Keep kidding yourself."
"I don't even know why I am wasting my time talking to an ugly ass chick like you. I mean look at you... Can't you see how much of a mess you are?" Randy spluttered, not being able to hold back from saying what was going through his mind. Molly had hardly any make-up on, her short brown hair was ruffled and she was sporting her usual dull attire; black stretch pants and a black corset with a couple of blue stripes down the sides, for 'effect'.
A tense silence ensued for a few seconds as Molly took in what she had just heard. Randy stood with a grin of satisfaction on his face, he assumed he'd had the last say in their war of words. He couldn't have been further from the truth... As Molly drove a knee viciously into his nether regions. His eyes widened, as the pain shot through him and made his knees buckle.
"Stay out of my way Orton." was her parting shot, as she left him to writhe in agony on the ground.
Randy groaned, as the brunette stormed away. 'Bitch.' he thought to himself.
"Randy! What happened?" It was Matt, who was checking to see how Randy was coping. Not too good as it turned out.
"Molly Holly... That's what happened."
"Hey Molly... What's the matter?" Trish inquired, as her new found friend Molly slammed the door behind her on the way into the divas locker room.
"Randy Orton... That's what." she replied, with resentment evident in her voice.
"Hey, he's kind of cute... did he hit on you?"
"Trish... he's a jerk."
"Maybe... but he's still cute!"
"Well, if you want him... try the local medical facility." Molly joked, smirking about the low blow she had landed. Trish looked puzzled by her jibe.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"He called me an ugly ass chick... so I took it upon myself to rearrange his prize assets."
"Molly!"
"He asked for it... You'd have done the same. Right?"
"I guess so... But he's still cute." Trish replied, smitten by the thought of Randy.
"You're welcome to him." Molly said, leaving her friend to daydream about the young man from St. Louis, whilst she prepared for a shower.
There was a loud rap on the door, which provoked Trish to jump to her feet to answer the call. "Hey Moll, maybe it's Randy!" She opened the door, and was met by the less thrilling sight, in her eyes at least, of Matt Hardy. "Oh, hey Matt."
"Um... hey Trish." Matt said, looking goofy for a split second. He tried to find the right way of posing his question to the stunning woman stood in front of him. He was awestruck by her beauty.
"Can I help you?" she queried, confused by his presence.
"Maybe. I was kind of... Well, I wondered... Um..." he blathered.
"Come on, spit it out!" she said impatiently.
"Okay... How are you and Molly fixed for tonight?"
"Depends who wants to know..." she teased, a frown present on her face.
"Well... I was just speaking with Randy..." he started, before being cut off unceremoniously.
"We'll be there! Pick us up after the show!" she said enthusiastically.
"Oh... Okay. See you then!" Matt responded, shocked by her sudden outburst. 'I hope Randy doesn't kill me for doing this...'
Matt caught up with Randy, and prepared to break the news of their 'date' later that evening. He figured that the thought of spending some time with Trish, who had been his preferred selection earlier, would cheer him up somewhat. He also guessed it might be wise to conveniently forget to mention that Molly would be there too.
"Hey Randy, guess who I just bumped into?" he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Who cares." Randy replied apathetically.
"You will... I bumped into Trish Stratus! And she said she would come out with us tonight!"
"Great. So I will get to sit around and watch you hit on the girl I picked earlier." He wasn't thrilled by the prospect, as he sat sulking on a bench.
"Come on man, it's not like that. I'm not going to try anything, I asked her to come out tonight in order to cheer you up a bit." Matt informed him, a genuine response. He didn't plan to hit on Trish, but he hoped that they could all become friends to give him a head start as far as the bet was concerned. He also desperately wanted Randy and Molly to clear the air...
"Fine. Just don't expect me to be the life and soul, okay?" Randy said, reluctantly agreeing to the proposal. He had no idea what he was actually letting himself in for...
Molly emerged from the shower, with a thick white towel wrapped around her body, whilst drying her head with a smaller towel. "Who was that at the door?" she probed Trish.
"Matt. He wanted to know if we fancied hooking up with him later." Trish answered.
"Did he? Who else is going?"
Trish crossed her fingers behind her back, and told a little white lie. "Just him I think. He said he'd pick us up after the show."
Molly was bemused by the premise of Matt asking the two of them out that evening. She was even more confused by the apparent enthusiasm of Trish to go along with the plan. "I hope you are not up to your usual tricks..."
"Me? Puh-lease!" Trish responded.
"Well... I was kind of hoping to spend an hour at church this evening, so maybe I will meet up with you both later on, okay?" Molly suggested.
"Great! Call me when you're done and I'll let you know where we are hanging." Trish reacted. 'That was easy!' she thought to herself, pleased that she was going to get to spend some time with the Legend Killer...