Red Games
A/N: I am back again. Thanks for all the positive feed
back. I have all these ideas from Raw and my own twisted
thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own the
WWE.
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"You
conniving bitch." Chris murmured somewhat affectionately against her
lips.
"Aww, darling do you really mean it?" Molly smirked as she captured
his lips again and then handing him the bottle of champagne. She walked over and
sat on the little couch in front of the foot board. She was dressed in black and
red laced underwear with the red silk robe hanging open.
"Of course, I
mean you have to be to set this up." Chris smugly told her as he drank from the
bottle.
"Well she had this coming to her." Molly said as her eyes
wondered to the side of the room. "Her talking about my physical appearance like
she did, well that, my darling was the last straw." Molly smirked wickedly as
she crossed her legs. Her expression turned somewhat sour at the thought of
Trish. "Damn, I hate blondes." Molly huffed irritated.
Chris nodded at
her statement for a moment, then catching on to what she had said. "Hey I'm
blonde."
"No darling you have blonde highlights." Molly corrected him.
"And I hate blonde females."
Chris laughed. "Well I thing I gathered that
much." He chuckled putting the bottle down and taking a seat next to
her.
"I could never hate you Chris, love. I love you." Molly smiled
giving him a quick kiss.
"Love you too." Chris nodded as he lay with his
head in her lap. They looked as if it were master and kitten. He faithfully
rested against her and she rewarded him with pleasurable strokes through his
kitten mane.
Molly smiled to herself everything was going perfectly.
"Darling?"
"Yes Molly?" Chris answered almost trance like. He loved when
she lovingly scratched his head. Something about that rendered him curled near
her with his head resting in her lap.
"Thank you." Molly whispered. He
was doing this for her without any hesitation. To other couples this would have
seemed like some bizarre act but to them this showed how much they loved each
other and how far they were willing to go to prove that love.
"She hurt
you, us." Chris spoke shaking his head a bit. "You're right; it's time she pays
in full."
Molly smirked. "Then let's go collect."
The next morning
Molly and Chris parted like always as not to arouse suspicion. No one knew about
their relationship, not even Gail or Victoria. They were Molly's closet friends.
Though miraculously, the Molly and Chris managed to keep their secret for almost
two years. Sure after Spike, Molly was heart broken but Chris had been there and
that comfort slowly turned into affection, lobe, and a passionate needing.
Together they had endured the hurt that the blonde bitch of a bombshell known as
Trish Stratus had caused.
Molly looked the picture of innocence as she
sat in the green room, thumbs daintily rubbing the book she was reading. Legs
crossed wither hair out and dressed in her ring attire, waiting for her match.
Eyes pretend to focus on the book but in reality she was watching the little
monitor perched in the corner of the room. Jericho and Trish. Though Chris
belong to her, she had to smile. To those how really did not know him, they
would swear to all that his words were sincere, but Molly knew better. She could
see the insincerity in his eyes, only amusing her further.
"I really had
fun last night." Chris smiled like a blushing school boy.
"I did too."
Trish grinned as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans nervously.
She looked down at her feet briefly and then looked back up meeting those eyes.
"I was wondering are you doing anything tonight.
Chris looked at her and
then smiled, trying his best to be sincere. 'Yea actually I was thinking about
spending it with the woman I love and, bitch, believe me- it sure as hell ain't
you.' Chris thought all the awhile she spoke. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
He smiled giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Molly stood chuckling at
what just happened. "But he would miss it for me." Molly whispered as she walked
to her match with Lita.
Molly was pissed. She lost, again to that
redheaded bitch. Every single solitary time it was the same damn deal. The
writers would tell her to let Lita win because she is so popular and everyone
loves her. Of course Lita never knew Molly was letting her win- the writers
wanted things to be as realistic as possible. Never the less Molly had that rare
occasion where she would not see the writers before a match and she would go out
there and rip little miss redheaded popularity a new one!
Molly growled
in frustration as she pulled her hair almost in a Victoria fashion. She was
going insane. She was the WWE Women's Champion got damn it and still shown no
respect. Suddenly Molly's anger slowed as a smile started to appear on her face,
she knew how it went. "Never get mad." Molly sighed as she started to walk down
the hall. "Just get even." She chuckled as she stopped at her
destination.
Christian. She found him getting his duffel bag and heading
out of the arena.
"Christian can I talk to you for a second?" Molly
smiled stepping into in dressing. Granted she was not very well liked in the WWE
put she knew how to charm the hell out of people.
"Sure Molly..."
Christian smiled as he stepped aside and let her in the dressing
room.
Molly sat next to him on the bench and placed a hand on his
shoulder. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Christian looked at her
shocked for a moment, taken back on what she was saying to him. "Doing
what?"
"You trying to win Lita over again" Molly told him with pleading
eyes.
"That's not what it's about." Christian sighed knowing that she was
talking about his recent acts of flirtation and kindness toward
Lita.
"What is it about then?" Molly asked with perfectly fake concerned
eyes.
Christian couldn't answer. He knew she was right. He wanted her and
now that she was back from injury he was trying to get her into his
arms.
Molly sighed before patting his back. "You know that there is talk
about Matt floating over to Raw."
"And you that people talk." Christian
said trying to convince her other wise. "Molly there is a new rumor floating
around this roster every minute. From what I have heard they barely talk to each
other any more."
"And that is another rumor as well." Molly told him. "I
just don't want her to hurt you again."
"Shut up." Christian murmured as
he was not trying to remember the past, turning away as not to face her and the
painful truth.
"No you need to remember." Molly yelled some what turning
him around to face her. "You remember when it was me, you, Chris, Shane, Edge,
Matt, Jeff, Lita, and Trish- the whole crew. It was evident how much you cared
for Lita, hell she flirted back! And then you asked her out! You remember that
don't you? Huh?"
"No." Christian shouted lying to himself.
"Oh you
do." Molly nodded yelling this time. "You poured your heart out to that whore!
And what did she tell you, Christian? Huh? What'd she say?" Molly wanted him to
say it so that he could hear the sting of those fateful words.
"She
didn't want to get involved with anyone at this stage of her career while she
was teaming with the Hardys." Christian bitterly spoke as a tear rolled down his
face.
"And right she said that she walked down to that ring and kissed
one of your former best friends, Matt Hardy!" Molly yelled. "I remember you
crying and drinking your sorrows further into the hole. I never want to see that
happen to you again."
"Whose to say it will?" Christian spoke with a
shaky breath. Molly walked up to him and put her arm over his
shoulder.
"And who the hell is to say that it won't." Molly told him
honestly. "Do you really want to put your heart on the line again, only giving
her a chance to break it?"
Christian looked at her with pained eyes. She
brought back all those memories of him losing Lita and how she seemingly
betrayed him. "No, your right. I'd be a fool to only get my heart broken
again."
Molly smiled it was working. "Then don't turn the tables on
her."
"What?" Christian asked confused not believing that this was Molly
talking.
"Get her back, give her a spoon of her own medicine. Make her
feel what you had to go through and what you have been living with for years."
Molly smirked as she saw the glimmer of appeal in his eyes. "Are you with me?"
Molly asked holding out a hand to him.
Christian only looked at for a
moment. He knew that it was wrong but the thought of Lita paying for what she
had done to him made him smile. After what she did to him, he thought that it
was time for him to play her game only this time he'd with the victor. He took
her hand.
"How are we going to get her?" Christian asked curiously in a
bitter yet anxious tone.
"Leave everything to me." Molly smiled as she
walked out of the room and into the hallway. The show was over only leaving a
few wrestlers but mostly the crew taking down the ring. Quickly she walked to
the green room, getting her bag and pulling out her cell phone. Quickly dialing
the number. 'Lita and Trish are so toast.' Molly chuckled as she pushed the send
button. Looks like Trish wasn't the only person who had wronged Molly and was
going to pay. "Hello Matt? It's Molly, we really need to
talk."
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I
was writing like a mad woman cause I was so wrapped up in this story! I hope you
all enjoy cause this is now one of my favorite things to write!
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