Chapter Four
For Molly it had been the wildest week of her life; styling and profiling with the entity known as Evolution. Being on the road with those guys was one big party, from riding around in stretch limousines to wining and dining at five star restaurants. It certainly beat rooming with other divas and traveling around the country on a shoestring.
Back at work, she had noticed a marked change in the attitude of certain members of the WWE fraternity, especially those that had been critical of her in the past. As another edition of Raw rolled around, Chris Jericho passed her in a corridor and didn't even mutter a word, preferring to keep his nose clean and head down.
Y2J had persistently made fun of Molly ever since she had converted to her 'Pure and Wholesome' look. 'Finally getting the respect I deserve, jerk' she thought to herself, as she continued on to her new dressing room… The Evolution one.
Their locker room was another step up in class, something she had heard rumours about in the past. Molly was not the gossiping type and had hardly been curious about it, but she found out first hand what the other superstars were jealous about.
There was a charge of nervous energy circulating her body, even more so when she found the room to be empty. Hunter told her to meet him there at a set time; he was nowhere to be seen. 'No cause for panic I guess, he can't have forgotten about me already' she reasoned with herself.
Hunter had welcomed her to the team with open arms and made sure she was comfortable in the set up. The fact he even acknowledged her existence was overawing at first, but as the week had progressed she found herself open up and they had some pretty lengthy conversations.
"So Molly, can you explain something to me?"
"Sure, what is it Hunter?"
"The Raw roster has divas like Trish and Stacy Kiebler, so why are all the guys in the locker room obsessed with you?"
"Me? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. They are obsessed with you and a certain V word."
Molly blushed and turned away.
"It's okay Mol, I'm not digging for dirt, I just noticed this unhealthy obsession they all seem to harbour. I'm pretty sure you know about the birds and the bees." He twiddled a few locks of Molly's hair and smiled to gain her trust.
"It's true."
"Pardon?"
"I'm a virgin." She said in a matter of fact tone.
"Never." He seemed genuinely taken aback by her admission. "You… I mean… Well, I don't know how to put it."
"Guys in the past have gotten on great with me, but when it comes to move past first base, I freeze up. Part of me wants things to happen, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I am always thinking the worst, thinking they are taking advantage of me. I often wonder if there is anyone out there for me."
Hunter took her hand, and looked straight into her angelic blue eyes. Her innocence shone through as she gazed dreamily back into his.
"Give it a chance girl. He's out there somewhere."
'If only' she pondered, happily day dreaming about one of their chats earlier in the week. She was snapped out of her trance by Hunter, who immediately apologized for leaving her alone, "Sorry Mol, had some business to sort with Bischoff… fixing my championship shot for Survivor Series."
"Great, what did he say?"
"I've got my shot, providing I can pulverize that idiot Jericho in a number one contender's match." Hunter's face screwed up, with cruel intentions in mind no doubt.
"Well, give him a couple of stiff shots for me." Molly said venomously.
"Don't worry… I will. Oh, I got some bad news for you though."
'Great' Molly thought to herself, 'a week into my title reign and I'm having to put it on the line already.'
"Who am I defending against?" she said with a deep sigh, assuming she had a match. Hunter shook his head.
"No, no. Don't panic, I made sure you don't have to defend until the pay-per-view. But… you have got to do something tonight." Molly's face literally asked a hundred questions.
"You have to guest commentate on a match tonight. My match." He said with menace, whilst pointing at himself with his thumb. After seeing the light side of Hunter, Molly caught a glimpse of his other side. At the end of the day, wrestling was his life, and the World Heavyweight Championship was what he craved more than anything else. It was an intimidating aspect to his personality, but one she respected a great deal. Something she tried to achieve herself with her own persona.
"No sweat." She tried to assure him, blatantly lying about the situation. She had hated Jerry Lawler for years, stretching back to her infamous feud with Trish Stratus and the subject of her 'ample posterior'. In her opinion, he took it too far with some of his derogatory comments, and his constant obsession of discussing Molly's sex life; or in reality, the lack of.
It didn't wash with HHH; he sensed that she wasn't too pleased about having to perform the commentary role. She was about to put up a fight and insist that all was well, until Hunter surprised her.
He sat next to her on the bench and put his arm round her shoulder. Despite being an innocent exchange, Molly felt a whirlpool of sensations flood her body; ranging from a flicker of excitement to a tinge of fear. She had fleetingly dreamt about such an occurrence in the past, it was something she never believed would ever actually happen. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but the barrier she referred to earlier in the week prevented her.
"You're worried about Lawler right?" it was as if he was reading her mind. Molly looked at him bashfully and agreed. Hunter allowed himself the semblance of a chuckle, an out of character moment. He squeezed her arm and tightened the embrace slightly, causing Molly to feel a tingle shudder through her spine.
"He'll get what's coming to him… Even if I have to see to it personally..."
Molly allowed herself to lean on Hunter's shoulder. She felt infinitely safe with him at her side; he didn't resort to any kind of innuendo to win her round, he did it the old fashioned way with a soft touch and genuine concern for her welfare. Whilst she wasn't 100% certain that Hunter could be trusted, she could sense herself starting to fall for him.
'I really hope he feels the same way about me, as I do about him…'
A part of her prayed that he would take the initiative and kiss her, but that was evidently not on his mind. He broke the clinch and sprung to his feet, showing no signs of emotion. To him it appeared to be nothing more than a friendly cuddle to make her feel better about herself.
It would have worked, if she hadn't felt so warm at his side.
"Right, I have a ton of people to see and stuff to do. I'll see you after the match, don't do anything I wouldn't…" Hunter winked and left the changing room. That induced another spine tingling moment for Molly.
'Aww, come on Molly… Pull yourself together girl… What would he ever see in me?' Molly looked in the mirror and tried to feel good about herself, but despite having the best week of her life, all she could see was the same old Molly Holly reflection.
• Chapter Five •
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