Disclaimer: All I own is the intellectual idea behind this.
Distribution: Wild Kat's Flights of Fancy and WWFDiva_Slash.
Notes: More of Single. Chyna refuses to let anyone see her sweat, except for her friends.
"Chyna," Stephanie said, peeking into the women's dressing room, "can I see you for a moment?"
"Sure thing."
Chyna joined the boss' daughter outside and found her waiting, tapping a script into her hand.
"What's up princess?" the Amazon joked.
"Nothing much. Walk with me, will you?"
"Sure thing."
As they walked, Chyna looked at Stephanie's face and saw the concentration etched on her young face.
"I am not going to like what you're going to tell me, am I?"
"I don't think so."
"So stop delaying the inevitable and hit me with it. I can deal. And I'm not in the habit of shooting the messengers."
"You have a match against Molly tonight."
"I'm cool."
"You're supposed to beat the shit out of her, specially after Spike interferes on her behalf."
"Well, I'm a professional, I can do that."
"Are you sure?"
Stephanie stopped walking and grabbed a hold of her friend's arm until Chyna was looking at her.
"What?"
"You're still in love with her, aren't you?"
"Molly? How did you... Oh right," Chyna sighed, remembering Tori's rather loud outburst nothing more than a few weeks ago.
"Yeah... So are you?"
"Still in love with her?"
Chyna closed her eyes and tried not to think of that night when Molly had fallen asleep in her arms. She ran her hand over her arm and tried not to remember the way Molly's breasts had pressed into it through the fabric of her robe. She took a deep breath and tried not to recall the sweet scent of Molly's strawberry shampoo. Oh, regardless of her poor choices when it came to matters of the heart, Chyna still loved Molly.
"Yeah," she muttered, "I'm still in love with her."
"Damn. I'm sorry."
"It's OK. I'm bound to get over it. I can't love her forever, you know?"
"Yeah but Chyna..."
"What? I can be a professional. I managed to hold it together for the last couple of weeks, didn't I?"
"But how well?"
"Well, I got good friends."
"Yes, you do."
Stephanie grinned as she ran her hand over Chyna's shoulder as she thought back to how Chyna had recently taken to traveling with Raven and Test. The trio was always together and they'd been dubbed the new RTC, Raven-Test-Chyna. And though they made a strange connection, the Billion Dollar Princess knew that they were giving her friend the support she needed.
"And now might be a good time for a visit. They fight it out in the ring all the time. Maybe they can give me some advice."
"Maybe. I'll go and tell Molly."
"Cool. And Stephanie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for taking me aside to tell me."
"No problem."
Chyna turned around and headed down the hall to the dressing room Raven and Test shared. She knocked a few times and stuck her ear to the door.
"Pull your pants up boys," she chuckled as she heard the shuffles and curses in the next room, I'm about to come in."
"You know," Raven said as he opened the door, "we love you and all babe, but we would enjoy some privacy."
"I left you alone for the past three hours, didn't I?"
"Yeah well," Test said, appearing next to his lover, "it wasn't enough."
"Oh, should I feel bad?"
"Pretend. For my sake."
With a dramatic sigh, Chyna managed to extract one tear from the corner of her eye. And that was enough to allow her entrance into their den of iniquity.
"So," Raven asked, pushing his hair off his face, "to what do we owe this honor?"
"I have to beat the shit out of Molly tonight," Chyna blurted out.
Both Raven and Test turned to her, concern etched on their faces.
"Will you..."
"Be able to do it? Yeah, I'm a professional. But... I'm going to have to touch her, put my hands on her. I don't know..."
"If you'll be able to stay focused?" Test provided for her.
"Exactly."
"Oh darling," Raven whispered, sitting next to her, putting his arm around her, "you'll be just fine."
"God, sometimes I wish..."
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"Who is it?" Test asked, rolling his eyes back.
"It's Tori."
"What do you want?" Tori's ex-boyfriend asked.
"I'm looking for Chyna. I know she's bound to be gloating in here."
"God, you are so delusional."
Tori walked past Test and glared at her rival.
"I don't know how you got Steph to arrange that match but I'll be watching you. Very closely."
"For tips on how to actually wrestle?"
"Oh, is that supposed to be funny?"
"That was funny," Raven provided. "I mean, really funny."
"Shut up!"
"Hey, all I said was that Chy made a funny! Why did she have to get nasty on me?"
"She's a nasty bitch," Test told his lover, "it's her way."
"You touch her anyway that I find objectionable, I'll be waiting for you backstage."
"Well then, I'll be sure to paw the fuck out of her! Make Paulie swallow his tongue for a reason, you know?"
"Bitch!"
"Thank you. Anything else I can do for you?"
"You don't want me on your bad side Chyna. You really don't."
"Why? You'll slap me with your big, bad..." The word manhands was on the tip of Chyna's tongue and she wanted nothing more than to spew it at the woman she now considered to be her enemy.
"What? What were you going to say to me now?"
"Nothing Tori. Nothing at all. Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving, I have to talk to Test and Raven."
"Planning your strategy for tonight, no doubt."
"That's right," Test said, "Raven and I are going to show Chyna exactly what she has to do in order to end up making love to your girlfriend in the ring during the SMACKDOWN taping. And let me tell you, it's going to be hot."
"Huh," said Crash Holly, who was standing by the dressing room door, "Chyna, Molly's looking for you. To go over tonight's match. She's waiting for you ringside."
"Cool. Test, Raven, see you boys later."
Brushing past Tori, Chyna left the room. Molly's girlfriend stood there, watching the woman was was possibly the most dangerous threat to her relationship walk away.
"I'll go with her," she finally said, not realizing Test was about to physically remove her from the room, "I might be able to help."
"Fat chance," Crash muttered as Tori left the room.
"Excuse me for asking Crash," Raven said, "but is your little cousin completely stupid?"
"For going back to the lovely Tori you mean?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't know what to tell you. Bob and I can't understand it. Tori's a bitch. To us, to Molly, to every-fucking-body but somehow, she's got Molly believing all of her shit."
"It's not like Molly's stupid or anything," Raven said. "I even used to admire the kid. She had smarts and spunk. Now, she's got nothing at all."
"Tell me about it. It's like Tori's some kind of vampire who's sucking all the life out of Molly. And she can't see it."
"But you know," Test said, "sooner or later, it's bound to start showing on TV. And that's not going to be good for anybody."
"You know something Chyna? In the last couple of weeks, everyone who's anyone in the WWF has taken a shot at me and Spike and I'm getting tired of it."
"Oh well, isn't that cute and quaint?" Chyna responded from the ring. "Why exactly am I supposed to care?"
"Because tonight, I'm going to show you, and anyone who thinks Spike and I are going to let them walk all over us, that we won't."
"What are you saying little Molly? That you're going to take me on?"
"That's right!"
"How cute. All right Molly, I'll give you time to go backstage and ask your boyfriend for permission and then you and I can... Rumble."
Having said that, Chyna turned her back on Molly, and that was her first mistake. The blonde spitfire attacked and she bought along all the pent-up frustration from the way both her and her boyfriend had been treated over the past couple of weeks and it gave her the upper hand in a match that she could only win on an upset. And from the way Chyna managed to shove Molly off her, Spike's girlfriend would have an uphill battle to win the match.
To say that Chyna took Molly to school would have been a blow to the Ninth Wonder's skills. To say that Molly was trounced would have been a horrendous lie. To say that she was beaten within an inch of her life would be closer to the truth. And the only reason why the beating wasn't completed was because Spike came in just as Chyna was getting her three count and pulled her out of the ring.
Spike started berating the women's champion and ran toward her, hoping to knock her down but Chyna showed off her technical skill as she sidestepped the Dudley runt, delivering a clothesline that Bradshaw would have been proud of. Once he was disposed of, Chyna got back into the ring, picked up Molly and raised her above her head before casually dropping her and covering her for the three-count.
Still lying on top of Molly, Chyna snapped her fingers for a microphone.
"All right," she said, "it seems some of the little girls backstage have forgotten about my spanking method. Allow me to offer a reminder."
With a deliberate slowness that she knew would have Tori gritting her teeth, Chyna pulled back one of Molly's black-clad legs and delivered five, sharp slaps to her pertly rounded behind. Then, she rolled out of the ring, got back her championship belt and, with a definite hop in her step, Chyna made her way up the ramp. Before disappearing behind the curtains, she turned back to the ring where Spike was helping a definitely woozy Molly back to her feet and blew the cutest Holly a kiss.
"I'm going to rip your fucking head off," Tori shouted as she ran for Chyna at full speed.
"You know what? Fuck off!"
Without looking in Tori's direction, not caring if the woman speared her à la Rhyno, Chyna kept on walking.
"You enjoyed that way too much," Tori kept on screaming from where Bradshaw and Faarooq restrained her, "touching her like that!"
"Tori!" Molly sighed as she came off the ramp. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Why don't you ask your girlfriend?"
"Chyna?"
With a sigh, Chyna turned on her heels and looked at Molly. It was the first time since that awful morning in the hotel dining room that the two women actually looked each other in the eye.
"Yes?"
"What's going on?"
"What's going on is that your slut of a cheating girlfriend, who's not good enough to lick the bottom of your boots after you stepped into manure, accused me of enjoying the beatdown I just gave you."
"I never cheated on you Molly," Tori screamed, "I swear to God I didn't."
"Is that true? That you accused her of enjoying that?"
"I didn't! I swear to God I didn't."
"And even though all these people will probably tell you she's lying," Chyna asked Molly, "you're going to believe her, right?"
"That's not fair," Molly defended herself.
"No," Chyna whispered, "what's not fair is that even after I offered you everything I had, you picked her over me."
Chyna walked away, heading straight for the dressing room, not hearing anything on the way except for the sound of her heart weeping.
"So what's the plan for tonight?" Lillian asked Chyna as they climbed into the back of Raven and Test's rented car.
Chyna had run into Lillian in the women's dressing room and had offered her to joined her, Test and Raven for a night out on the
"I get drunk and you get to watch."
"Is that any fun?" Lillian asked with a grin.
"You tell me."
Lillian woke up the next morning and snuggled up next to the warm, naked body next to hers. She thought back to the previous night and the beautiful women Chyna and her had spent most of the night flirting with. The conversation had been laden with sexual innuendoes and the WWF's announcer had found herself wishing Chyna and the other woman, a buxom goddess with chestnut locks streaked with red, would disappear so she could get more intimate with the somewhat flat-chested blonde with the bedroom eyes.
The action had then moved to Chyna's bedroom and had gotten downright sexual and Lillian quickly found herself straddling her blonde of choice as their hands got more adventurous.
"Damn," she whispered to the ceiling, "I gotta start going out with Chyna more often. That was a whole lot of fun."
"Yep," Chyna whispered as she turned to her lover of the previous night, "we definitely gotta start going out together more often."
Grinning, Lillian leaned over and started kissing her new lover.