Chapter 13: The Cabin, Part Two
"Why don't you go and sit down in there, I will bring our drinks through." Molly offered, as the sauce pan of water on the stove began to simmer. Randy took her lead and left the kitchen to have a look round her living room.
He noticed a small table at the side of the couch, which had been concealed from his view as he had initially entered the cabin. A small book with a burgundy cover sat on top of it, and nothing else. He went over and had a look to see what it was; it was a copy of the bible. Randy had heard that she was very religious, and by the looks of it, she didn't read anything else.
The next step was to check out her 'entertainment' system, which he assumed was stationed in the deep cabinet against the wall on the near side of the cabin. He carefully opened the pine doors of the antique piece of furniture to be graced with the sight of possibly the oldest television and video he had seen in his lifetime. The television set was no widescreen job with digital surround sound, like he had; it was a true relic.
He noticed a stack of videos lined along the shelves beneath the television and video. According to the labels on the side of the tapes, Molly watched a lot of wrestling in her spare time. One particular thing that stood out to him was a collection of tapes marked with names like Trish, Victoria and Lita on the side of them; she obviously studied her opponents meticulously in her spare time.
With no apparent signs of a remote control for the visual equipment, he fiddled with some of the knobs and buttons to try and turn the television on. After about half a minute of tinkering, he managed to kick start the machine to life. As the box warmed up and a picture formed, he noticed that he must have accidentally knocked the video player during his attempt to turn the television on.
He picked up immediately that it was a video from WrestleMania earlier that year, from New York City. After a few seconds, it was clear that Molly had been watching a re-run of her match with Victoria from that event, and the aftermath of that match clicked in Randy's mind. As footage rolled of Molly being strapped into the barbers chair by Victoria, he desperately tried to switch the tape off before Molly returned. His efforts were in vain.
"I haven't got cable so you will have to…" she began to say from the kitchen, until she walked into the living room and saw what was playing on the television. She nearly dropped the two steaming cups of coffee in her hands, as she saw the images of Victoria shaving her head at WrestleMania.
"Listen Molly, I'm really sorry! I accidentally knocked it, and…" Randy tried to apologize, but found he couldn't find the right words to say.
Molly calmly walked over to the table next to the couch and placed the two hot drinks down. She then sat down on her couch, and gestured for Randy to move aside, so she could watch the rest of her ritual humiliation. He obliged, by side stepping out of her way; he was extremely surprised that she was so willing to sit there and seemingly torture herself by watching it again. Her eyes were glued to the action, she didn't blink until all was said and done.
"Molls…" Randy tried to speak as Molly got up and switched the video off; she held her hand up and then beckoned him to sit on the couch with her. She handed him his cup of coffee, and addressed him to explain how she could be so at ease about such a horrific occurrence in her life.
"It's okay hun. It happened, life moves on." she said in a straightforward manner.
"Are you sure? I mean, Vicky really did make a…" he couldn't spit the last part out, for fear of offending.
"A fool of me?" Molly finished his sentence for him. "Yeah, she did… but I did ask for it you know."
"Nobody deserves to get their head shaved bald Molly… nobody." Randy said, emoting disgust at the predicament she had been placed in.
"Did you care at the time?" Molly asked, looking into the steely eyes of Randy. He quickly averted her gaze, as he couldn't bring himself to respond. The only thing breaking the silence, was the constant patter of rain on the tin roof of the cabin, and periodic claps of thunder. "Didn't think so." she said, with a giggle.
"I was kinda preoccupied that night." he explained.
"Speaking of which, it must have been amazing to have been in a match at a Mania with people like Rocky and Mick Foley?"
"Not to mention Naitch…" he added. "Yeah, it was pretty darn cool. Evolution was my life back then."
"Do you miss being a part of that?"
"I'd like to be able to say no, but I do miss the high life I used to lead along with those guys… the money, the parties, the beautiful women…" he said, nearly giving himself a cardiac arrest as he realized his tongue had slipped. "Oh… I… uh…"
Molly simply took a sip from her mug of coffee; she seemed totally unperturbed by his mention of 'beautiful women'. If anything a smirk started to form on her face. "I wondered when you would crack." she commented.
"Listen, I don't mean I prefer that lifestyle… not at all!" he blurted, desperately trying to save his skin. "I'd much rather sit here with you all night, listening to your favorite songs, before falling asleep in each others arms!"
Molly was amazed to see Randy dive to the ground in front of her, on his hands and knees, and beg for forgiveness. 'He doesn't need to do this… but I'm not complaining.' she thought to herself.
"Don't hate me for saying those things Molly!" he cried, continuing his astonishing plea for clemency. Molly placed her mug down on the floor, and held her arms out to beckon him in for a hug.
"Come here you big softy… after the week we have had together, I don't think I could bring myself to hate you if I tried." she said.
Randy quickly darted up into her arms and embraced her, utterly relieved that he had been spared from execution. 'Me and my big mouth…' he concluded, as he enjoyed the warmth of Molly's affection.
After they had let each other go, Randy made himself comfortable on the couch once more. He shuffled up right next to Molly and with some subtle body language, urged her to snuggle into him. She didn't need a second invitation to oblige, as she leant her head across his broad chest and slid an arm in around his waist. Randy gave her a soft peck on the forehead, and sighed happily about his new found love.
"I hope this lasts forever Molly." he said, in a heartfelt tone of voice. "You know… me and you."
"It will Randy… it will." she replied with conviction. She had never been more confident about anything in her entire life. "I love you will all my heart…"
"I love you too Molly…"
Author's Note: Okay, I don't like A/N's generally, but I think it is only fair to let you in on the lack of activity from me recently. I've been preoccupied over the holiday period, as a lot of people are, but I have found myself sidetracked by another project that is not a fanfiction. I do have plans for this fiction and have a few more chapters already written, which I will post soon. I just cannot promise a time scale on when this fiction, or any of my others, will get completed. I do appreciate the support of those who read my work, and I will endeavour to churn some morechapters out soon!
A happy new year to all, and I hope you all have a prosperous 2005.