Title:
Favors
Author:
Kora
E-mail:
KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating:
PG-13
Disclaimer:
The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who
deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own
twisted enjoyment.
Summary:
Christian asks Molly for a favor, but what will he give her in return?
Author's
Note: Based on the 12/01/03 episode of RAW.
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"Molly,
I need to ask you a favor."
The
current women's champion's eyes scanned up and down the tall, blonde Canadian
with only mild interest. The rest of her was irritated. It wasn't that Molly
Holly hated all the RAW male superstars per say, it was just that she would
rather have nothing to do with them.
What
could she possibly want with a bunch of overly muscle bound, egotistical
jerk-offs who chased after loose, slutty divas slacked jawed, tongues wagging?
The only women she had ever connected with on the RAW roster were Victoria and
Gail Kim - otherwise she was surrounded by poorly educated, flashy T&A
girls with no talent who somehow managed to capture the fans attention. Not
that she cared about the fans either - they were all redneck idiots.
So
- the male superstars, the female superstars (divas), and the fans - they could
all go to hell for all she cared. The only thing she kept her eyes on was the
prize and she had that now - the gold belt strapped around her waist. And she
also only kept people worthy of her time in her company - Victoria, Gail Kim,
Eric Bischoff…
Christian
was not on this very short list.
Still,
she had nothing better to do with her time and giving a labored sigh, she asked
tartly, "What do you want?"
"I
want you to attack Lita."
She
raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
He
looked from side to side, obviously nervous that they would be overheard, his
voice quick, "You heard me."
"I
know, I'm not deaf. But it was my understanding that you were all lovey-dovey
for the redheaded tramp, I don't see why-"
"Look,
if - if I tell you something…do you promise not to tell anyone?"
Irritation
and mere mild interest immediately evaporated - now she was intrigued, "Go
on…"
"You
gotta promise."
"Christian-"
He
held out his hand, one pinky raised, "Pinky swear?"
She
looked at his little finger and couldn't help but smirk, "Cross my heart
and hope to die?"
"Pinky
swear!" he insisted in a tight hiss.
"Oh
all right, all right," she locked her pinky with his and shook,
"Swear. Now tell me."
"All
right, now I'm only telling you 'cause I think this'll cinch you into helping
me out, I need this favor and I know if there's one thing you love more than
anything else it's humiliating the popular girls-"
"Christian,"
she snapped steely, folding her arms, eyes narrowed as his last comment stung
slightly, "You're trying my patience. Spit it out."
"Okay,
see….Jericho and I have this little bet going," he looked around again,
still on edge as if someone would pop out any second and catch them, "To
see who can bag who first. Jericho with Trish or me with Lita."
Molly's
upper lip curled in a snarl of revulsion as she gasped in a low whisper,
"Oh that is disgusting!"
He
rolled his eyes, "Fair enough - but them's the breaks, Molly. Jericho is
moving along better with Trish than I am with Lita. I managed to hit a couple
of brownie points with Matt going unexpectantly rogue but I could use more
incentive. I can't lose to Jericho, I'll never hear the end of it…"
"So
what?" the brunette muttered, "You want me to jump Lita so you can
come out and be the hero?"
Christian's
eyes lit up and the action had a remarkable change on his features. He stood
there, shirtless and in his wrestling tights but when the light took him he was
almost boyish almost…
For
a second Molly found her breath catching. Then she shook her head. What the hell? Was I actually attracted…
She
shook her head more vigorously and tired to focus as Christian spoke,
"Exactly! I've got a match against Matt coming up later tonight. Lita's
all ready agreed to be at ringside. All you gotta do is run out there and give
her a good knock."
"Like
what?"
"I
dunno, hit her with a chair, toss her head first into the stairs or something -
anything that'll allow me to come to the rescue and be the knight in shining
armor. Everything works out," his face split into a conceded grin,
"And I'll be in those Extreme thong panties tonight."
Molly's
revulsion returned full force, "No. Can't do it."
Christian's
face immediately fell as a frown and a crease in the center of his forehead
formed, "Aw come on!"
"No,
look, I may not like Lita but even I've got my standards. I'm all about
defending a woman's integrity and what you're suggesting," she shook her
head from side to side, "No, it goes against everything I stand for. Sorry
Christian but if you want Lita you'll have to get her to whore herself of her
own free will…can't see how hard it'll be. I mean, we all heard the stories
about her and Jeff - Matt's own brother for Christ's sake. I'm sure you can
manage - flowers maybe?"
Molly
felt a giggle almost escape her at the suggestion and she turned on her heels,
prepared to walk off when Christian's hand clamped on her shoulder,
"Wait."
Molly
shrugged his touch off roughly, "Keep your hands off me!"
Christian
held up both hands apologetically, "Look, look - I really need your help, Molly. I understand where you're coming
from, I do, but think of it. Think of the humiliation…I bag Lita, win the bet,
then drop her like a box of rocks - not long after Matt dropped her no less.
She'll be crushed, devastated…too distraught to even think of touching your
precious championship belt…"
Molly
thought of the glittering gold strap with her name on it. Her crowning
achievement. Trish had taken it once and now the redhead eyed it. But the frown
would not leave her, "I don't know. What you're planning is harsh. Like I
said, I don't think I could play a part in such a manipulative scheme…"
"You
do this favor for me," Christian purred, his voice dropping an octave to
become husky, "And I'll see you're paid back. In full."
She
didn't know why but his change in voice and attitude caused a thrill to shoot
up her spine. It was almost similar to what she had felt when his eyes had lit
up earlier but this feeling was more deeper - more…carnal.
A
pulse was forming in the pit of her stomach and growing into a warm throbbing
as she swallowed, the look in his eyes no longer an innocent, almost boyish
light but something dark and dangerous, "Oh yeah? What could you possibly
have to offer me?"
He
edged closer to her, closing the space between them, "How 'bout you let me
show you."
His
hand went for her chin and she smacked it away, face alive with fighting fury,
"You're just like everyone else, huh? Think that's what poor 'ol, thick,
big-butted Molly Holly needs, huh? A good lay! Maybe the bet's really between
you and Jericho as to who can get into my 'granny panties' first!"
"Molly-"
"No!"
she roared, her ire up, "You think you're such the ladies man…well, listen
here, ex-intercontinental champ, I am not one of your 'peeps', I am not a
member of your adoring 'peepulation', and I am not some swooning female fan
wanting to be banged by a big time wrestler! I refuse to be another notch in
your bedpost or some girl conquest you brag about to your fellow Canadians! If
you actually think after what you told me you're doing to Lita that'd I'd be
stupid enough to expect-"
The
rest of the rant was cut off as his arms wrapped tightly around her and drew
her to him, thrusting her body against his. Her next words were going to be a
screamed , 'I told you to keep your hands
off!' But ended up coming out as a muted mumble against his mouth as his
lips covered hers.
She
squealed in anger and began pelting him with bawled fists, her hits
surprisingly rough for a woman. Each blow was delivered with full, hard impact
but he ignored each one that pelted his bare chest, instead tightening his grip
around her waist, head slanting to one side, lips more insistent.
Still
she struggle but somehow in the melee and confusion her mouth fell open and his
tongue slipped inside, swirling around her own, tasting her, teasing the roof
of her mouth. The cries of anger became more and more passionate until they
weren't angry anymore but hungry - lustful.
Her
as her fingers tangled in his short-cropped blonde hair, nails biting into the
back of his tender scalp. He grunted - whether in pain or pleasure was
debatable, but his grip merely tightened - the kiss growing more and more
ravenous with the passing moments, their breathing converging together to form
a noisy, labored beast.
The
noises leaving her were soon whimpers as her hips rocked against his, feeling
desire, wanting more when suddenly he peeled away, desperate for breath. Both
panted, trying to resume themselves to normal, disheveled and shocked. Neither
realizing the potential chemistry between them - nor how it would explode so
…well, explosively.
Christian
looked at her, face determined as he managed to breathe out, "Molly,
you're not like Lita. You're not a bet. With you… it - it'd be for keeps."
Molly
eyed him suspiciously, warily as she thought over his words and continued to
try and catch her breath. She removed herself from his vice-like grip and began
to collect herself, cheeks red. She was chagrined by her actions, by her own
wantonness but she also could not deny what had just happened between them. If
what he offered - what he said was true…
Yet
the distrust remained, "Yeah right."
"Molly,
look at me," he whispered breathlessly, "I'm not lying."
And
she looked in his eyes and she saw the light there again and for a moment she
believed. But that nagging worry at the back of her mind refused to die,
"You swear?"
"What?"
"You
- you swear this isn't some kind of trick. Some kind of way to earn bonus
points on your bet with Jericho. That you're not going to turn around and say
you bagged me and Lita - Xtreme thong and Grannie panties. That - that you're
serious about-"
"I
am serious, Molly," he returned, his tone genuine, "I've always
admired your strength and spirit. Your dedication to your goals. That's why I
understood your initial rejection of my offer. You’re a very grounded
individual and that's why I came to you for this favor and not Victoria or
Gail. You deserve that belt, Mol. Like I deserve to win this bet. Lita'd just
be a one time screw but you…you'd be something worth keeping."
Molly
sighed and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes drifting down to her
feet, "But how can I trust you?"
He
held out his hand one little finger up, "Pinky swear."
Her
smirk returned and she once again shook, "Pinky swear."
She
drew her hand from his and nodded, satisfied, "I'll see you at
ringside…"