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She didn't let the triumphant smirk leave her face as she made her way backstage, cradling the championship belt in her arms. Her co-workers were crowded around the monitors to watch the King of the Ring Final and the WWE Undisputed Championship match, wanting to see who was the next target for their pursuit for gold. That was OK, she could understand that, she'd had her eye on the women's belt since her 2000 debut. She knew all about being focused, driven and brushed aside for more crowd pleasing talent. Everywhere she looked there were hostile faces or people just ignored her, that she couldn't understand; she'd just won the Women's title, why wasn't anyone congratulating her? She deserved it.
As she mulled this over, she bumped into someone coming the other way, the force of the collision knocking her out of her thoughts. It was Christian, his newly won Tag Team title strapped proudly around his waist and a smug smile on his face as he looked down on her.
"Better watch where you're going Miss Molly" he said patronisingly "you don't want to upset the new Canadian tag team champion, we're tougher than the Americans are on our co-workers"
"Of course" she smiled back at him "nice to see your fellow Canadian could help you win, how did you convince Chris Jericho to interfere so that Edge, who just happens to be his enemy, lost the title?"
"Persuasive powers" Christian answered, oblivious to her heavy sarcasm "I suppose I'd better say well done for winning the women's title" he made it sound like a chore
"You'd be the first" Molly replied, not bothering to keep the bitterness from her voice "Just because I used what was there to win I'm suddenly as avoidable as the plague"
"These losers never understand winners" Christian retorted before beginning to walk on "they're probably jealous because you cheated and got away with it, unlike them"
"That makes two of us" she called lightly to his retreating back
She resumed her walk to the locker room. Christian was right, they probably were jealous because she'd won and got away with it. What was the big deal, everyone around here had cheated at some point to win an important match so why was she different? She pushed the door of the locker room open and walked in. It was empty
"Thank God for that" she groaned, putting the title down next to her as she sat down to take her wrestling boots off.
Once she'd that, she grabbed the belt and hugged to herself, finally letting a huge smile erupt over her face. She was so happy, she'd waited so long for this, to actually have the belt in her grasp and to say it was hers, she'd earnt it, no matter what the others thought.
She'd learnt a while ago to ignore what people thought but it had taken some time. When she'd first come to the WWE, she'd been wrapped up in security thanks to her over-protective cousins Hardcore and Crash Holly. She'd thought the world was all sunshine and happiness and enjoyed helping them win matches, they told her it was fine to do that since everyone else did and nobody minded. She learnt otherwise the hard way when Rhyno gored her one night. He'd stood over her, seething in explosive rage, she could still remember how he'd spoken to her
"Don't you ever interfere again, you hear me, you little bitch, you hear me?"
Things became different after that, she been awakened to the real world, no matter how her cousins had tried to convince her everything was the same and she could go on as she had before. She wasn't the fearless sunny person she had been. She was careful then about whom she pissed off and who she cost matches. She began to worry what others thought of her and spent most of her time in her cousins' company for safety more than anything else.
Then there had been Spike. Her first and only love, the guy who had given his love to her so freely, who hadn't been afraid to stand up for her. He was the fearless one, unafraid of any of the people he faced in the ring, he gave his heart and soul to wrestling and to her. She'd loved being with him and being cared for and being loved. He helped her grow a thick skin to others' comments about them. She didn't care now what other people thought of her because she had Spike and that was what mattered.
But there was something inside of her stirring, something she'd discovered so long ago that she'd tried to rub out completely. It was provoked into surfacing when The Hurricane had appeared. He became a backstage joke, others laughed about him
"Who does he think he is? A superhero? He's a nut" were the comments circulating backstage
She'd understood, people laughed about her, rumouring that she wasn't as innocent as she appeared, that she too naïve to truly make in the WWE. She knew what it was like but she stayed away from him because she didn't want to lose Spike, who'd come to mean more to her than her cousins ever would. They stayed away from her now, she didn't care.
Molly put the belt down and hurriedly pulled her clothes off; she needed a shower more than anything else right now. As she submitted to the calming heated spray, she thought about it. She hadn't acted on what was bubbling up inside of her because people had told her it was freaky and wrong, hell Hardcore had told that if she ever used it he would break her legs, knowing Hardcore that was a serious threat. She twisted the shower dial to off and stepped out the shower, pulling a thick white towel around her dripping body. As she began drying herself off, she suddenly felt lighter and airy, almost as if she was floating. Then she looked down
"Oh hell" she cursed loudly
She was floating. She looked at her bare feet; her toes with pearly pink painted nails wiggling in secret delight. It looked like she was standing on some mysterious air current that kept her from falling to the ground. With a sigh, she descended gently, feeling the cool tiles of the bathroom floor meet her feet. She still had those powers, even after surpressing them after she'd split with Hurricane. It reminded her of what he'd said to her after he'd visited her in the sick bay that night she'd lost the Hardcore title to Christian when he'd slammed a door into her face. Even though she'd won the title by turning against the Hurricane he'd still come to see if she was all right.
"You're never gonna lose them, you know that Molly?" he'd said quietly, stroking her hair as she lay silent on the bed "you want to be free then fine but you're never gonna escape from them or the need to use them"
He'd been right. He always was when it came to their powers. But she'd needed to win the title and to do that, she had to be taken seriously, not remain as the 'stupid dillusioned sidekick of the guy who thinks he's a superhero who loses all her matches'. So she stripped herself down to who she was underneath, a ruthless woman who'd gone without gold for too long. Now she had new friends, not her family, not the love of her life, not the person who knew her inside and out. Just people who she hung with, people who were useful to her. Not one of them knew about her unearthly powers, not even Victoria who had been her friend for so long. Only The Hurricane knew.
As she pulled on her black pants, she looked in the mirror; her reflection stared back with sad eyes. Why was she sad? She'd left her time as a super sidekick behind, along with her powers. She refused to act on them, even when she saw someone in trouble that she knew she could save with a flick of her wrist. She had to leave it all buried so that she could finally be taken seriously and get what she wanted; the women's title. No matter that deep inside, she yearned to fight for truth and justice as she had by Hurricane's side, she knew that was her calling. But she chose to ignore it, she was driven to winning the title and being the best and that was the way it was staying. It didn't matter that she had to go it alone, oh sure William Regal was always offering to drive back to the hotel and so was Chris Nowalski. But she saw that look in their eyes, they didn't want conversation when they got to their own rooms, they wanted to persuade her to join one of them. It gave her an icky feeling inside, that she couldn't quite trust them, her super-sense had never been wrong before.
So she did it all alone, her one woman quest to be the purest and most wholesome diva in the WWE. If she couldn't save lives through her own powers then she could at least set a good example to the children watching, for them to see that you could be pretty and achieve things without sleeping your way to the top. Jazz had understood that but she was out with a serious injury. Now she had no one to talk to.
She grabbed her bags from the floor and walked out of the locker room. She ignored the stares people gave her, Trish was popular backstage and they probably felt angry towards Molly. So what? She had fought hard to get here and that was the way it was staying. A tingle shot down her spine causing her to almost drop her bags. Her super-senses were on overload, someone was in trouble. She instinctively threw her bags to the ground to go and help but quickly picked them up again, it wasn't up to her now. A blur of lime green flashed past her confirming her suspicions, Hurricane was onto it. Suddenly he landed in front of her, his eyes locking onto her own, almost beseeching her to join him. Then he was gone, leaping down the corridor towards whatever minor emergency had first alerted him. She shook her head, that part of her life was over and she just had to accept it.
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She didn't let the triumphant smirk leave her face as she made her way backstage, cradling the championship belt in her arms. Her co-workers were crowded around the monitors to watch the King of the Ring Final and the WWE Undisputed Championship match, wanting to see who was the next target for their pursuit for gold. That was OK, she could understand that, she'd had her eye on the women's belt since her 2000 debut. She knew all about being focused, driven and brushed aside for more crowd pleasing talent. Everywhere she looked there were hostile faces or people just ignored her, that she couldn't understand; she'd just won the Women's title, why wasn't anyone congratulating her? She deserved it.
As she mulled this over, she bumped into someone coming the other way, the force of the collision knocking her out of her thoughts. It was Christian, his newly won Tag Team title strapped proudly around his waist and a smug smile on his face as he looked down on her.
"Better watch where you're going Miss Molly" he said patronisingly "you don't want to upset the new Canadian tag team champion, we're tougher than the Americans are on our co-workers"
"Of course" she smiled back at him "nice to see your fellow Canadian could help you win, how did you convince Chris Jericho to interfere so that Edge, who just happens to be his enemy, lost the title?"
"Persuasive powers" Christian answered, oblivious to her heavy sarcasm "I suppose I'd better say well done for winning the women's title" he made it sound like a chore
"You'd be the first" Molly replied, not bothering to keep the bitterness from her voice "Just because I used what was there to win I'm suddenly as avoidable as the plague"
"These losers never understand winners" Christian retorted before beginning to walk on "they're probably jealous because you cheated and got away with it, unlike them"
"That makes two of us" she called lightly to his retreating back
She resumed her walk to the locker room. Christian was right, they probably were jealous because she'd won and got away with it. What was the big deal, everyone around here had cheated at some point to win an important match so why was she different? She pushed the door of the locker room open and walked in. It was empty
"Thank God for that" she groaned, putting the title down next to her as she sat down to take her wrestling boots off.
Once she'd that, she grabbed the belt and hugged to herself, finally letting a huge smile erupt over her face. She was so happy, she'd waited so long for this, to actually have the belt in her grasp and to say it was hers, she'd earnt it, no matter what the others thought.
She'd learnt a while ago to ignore what people thought but it had taken some time. When she'd first come to the WWE, she'd been wrapped up in security thanks to her over-protective cousins Hardcore and Crash Holly. She'd thought the world was all sunshine and happiness and enjoyed helping them win matches, they told her it was fine to do that since everyone else did and nobody minded. She learnt otherwise the hard way when Rhyno gored her one night. He'd stood over her, seething in explosive rage, she could still remember how he'd spoken to her
"Don't you ever interfere again, you hear me, you little bitch, you hear me?"
Things became different after that, she been awakened to the real world, no matter how her cousins had tried to convince her everything was the same and she could go on as she had before. She wasn't the fearless sunny person she had been. She was careful then about whom she pissed off and who she cost matches. She began to worry what others thought of her and spent most of her time in her cousins' company for safety more than anything else.
Then there had been Spike. Her first and only love, the guy who had given his love to her so freely, who hadn't been afraid to stand up for her. He was the fearless one, unafraid of any of the people he faced in the ring, he gave his heart and soul to wrestling and to her. She'd loved being with him and being cared for and being loved. He helped her grow a thick skin to others' comments about them. She didn't care now what other people thought of her because she had Spike and that was what mattered.
But there was something inside of her stirring, something she'd discovered so long ago that she'd tried to rub out completely. It was provoked into surfacing when The Hurricane had appeared. He became a backstage joke, others laughed about him
"Who does he think he is? A superhero? He's a nut" were the comments circulating backstage
She'd understood, people laughed about her, rumouring that she wasn't as innocent as she appeared, that she too naïve to truly make in the WWE. She knew what it was like but she stayed away from him because she didn't want to lose Spike, who'd come to mean more to her than her cousins ever would. They stayed away from her now, she didn't care.
Molly put the belt down and hurriedly pulled her clothes off; she needed a shower more than anything else right now. As she submitted to the calming heated spray, she thought about it. She hadn't acted on what was bubbling up inside of her because people had told her it was freaky and wrong, hell Hardcore had told that if she ever used it he would break her legs, knowing Hardcore that was a serious threat. She twisted the shower dial to off and stepped out the shower, pulling a thick white towel around her dripping body. As she began drying herself off, she suddenly felt lighter and airy, almost as if she was floating. Then she looked down
"Oh hell" she cursed loudly
She was floating. She looked at her bare feet; her toes with pearly pink painted nails wiggling in secret delight. It looked like she was standing on some mysterious air current that kept her from falling to the ground. With a sigh, she descended gently, feeling the cool tiles of the bathroom floor meet her feet. She still had those powers, even after surpressing them after she'd split with Hurricane. It reminded her of what he'd said to her after he'd visited her in the sick bay that night she'd lost the Hardcore title to Christian when he'd slammed a door into her face. Even though she'd won the title by turning against the Hurricane he'd still come to see if she was all right.
"You're never gonna lose them, you know that Molly?" he'd said quietly, stroking her hair as she lay silent on the bed "you want to be free then fine but you're never gonna escape from them or the need to use them"
He'd been right. He always was when it came to their powers. But she'd needed to win the title and to do that, she had to be taken seriously, not remain as the 'stupid dillusioned sidekick of the guy who thinks he's a superhero who loses all her matches'. So she stripped herself down to who she was underneath, a ruthless woman who'd gone without gold for too long. Now she had new friends, not her family, not the love of her life, not the person who knew her inside and out. Just people who she hung with, people who were useful to her. Not one of them knew about her unearthly powers, not even Victoria who had been her friend for so long. Only The Hurricane knew.
As she pulled on her black pants, she looked in the mirror; her reflection stared back with sad eyes. Why was she sad? She'd left her time as a super sidekick behind, along with her powers. She refused to act on them, even when she saw someone in trouble that she knew she could save with a flick of her wrist. She had to leave it all buried so that she could finally be taken seriously and get what she wanted; the women's title. No matter that deep inside, she yearned to fight for truth and justice as she had by Hurricane's side, she knew that was her calling. But she chose to ignore it, she was driven to winning the title and being the best and that was the way it was staying. It didn't matter that she had to go it alone, oh sure William Regal was always offering to drive back to the hotel and so was Chris Nowalski. But she saw that look in their eyes, they didn't want conversation when they got to their own rooms, they wanted to persuade her to join one of them. It gave her an icky feeling inside, that she couldn't quite trust them, her super-sense had never been wrong before.
So she did it all alone, her one woman quest to be the purest and most wholesome diva in the WWE. If she couldn't save lives through her own powers then she could at least set a good example to the children watching, for them to see that you could be pretty and achieve things without sleeping your way to the top. Jazz had understood that but she was out with a serious injury. Now she had no one to talk to.
She grabbed her bags from the floor and walked out of the locker room. She ignored the stares people gave her, Trish was popular backstage and they probably felt angry towards Molly. So what? She had fought hard to get here and that was the way it was staying. A tingle shot down her spine causing her to almost drop her bags. Her super-senses were on overload, someone was in trouble. She instinctively threw her bags to the ground to go and help but quickly picked them up again, it wasn't up to her now. A blur of lime green flashed past her confirming her suspicions, Hurricane was onto it. Suddenly he landed in front of her, his eyes locking onto her own, almost beseeching her to join him. Then he was gone, leaping down the corridor towards whatever minor emergency had first alerted him. She shook her head, that part of her life was over and she just had to accept it.
Read, enjoy, review! What do you think? There's lots more to come as Molly discovers you can't escape your true calling, no matter how much you want to. Click on the review button and let me know what you think as I'd love to know your thoughts and opinions on my story. Let me hear your voice!!