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As the first rays of the pale morning sun crept into the bleak hotel room, through the crack in the curtains, Molly buried her head in her pillow and tried to deny the dawning of the new day. Although she had spent a largely restless night, she was loathe to leave the sanctuary of the bed. Getting up meant facing the world and lately that was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Forcing herself to push back toverovers, she sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Stumbling into the bathroom, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and winced - it was still a shock to see how she looked nowadays. No blonde curls, no sunny smile, no sparkle in her eyes. That was it; that was what she lacked now - sparkle. And she seemed to be losing a little more each day.
The fact that she hated her new look wasn't doing her any favours either. To be honest, she didn't know what had possessed her to do it. It wasn't that she was vain, but even she could see that she had suited her old style much more than her new "heel" look - perhaps because her heart wasn't in it. She had gone through with it for all the wrong reasons. Okay, so she wasn't as pure as she made out on the show. But she was sick of the female wrestlers being constantly undervalued and exploited. Everyone expected them all to wear tight, revealing clothing and wrestle in gimmicky matches, like the bra and panties matches, for the gratification of the male members of the audiences. And of the roster, she suspected - Vince himself seemed pretty fond of that kind of stuff. She had never liked that side of the business - the mere thought of someone leering over her in such a way made her uncomfortable and self-conscious. And so, she had found a way out.
Standing out as being openly against such "immoral" behaviour had seemed like the answer. In an attempt to be taken seriously and not thought of as "just another blonde bimbo", she had dyed her once blonde locks and started to dress in a more sombre fashion. Thereby, transforming herself into a "serious wrestler".
Or so she had thought.
Now, she was disliked by everyone - including the fans. Vince had considered her change in attitude to have great potential as a storyline and made her go further with it than she had intended. Now, her clothes were frumpy to the point of embarrassment and she was continually mocked and humiliated. Instead of seeing that she was really trying to stand up for them, the other divas turned their backs on her and she became increasingly ostracised, even by those she had once considered friends. And recently, someone had coolly fired off a jibe about her weight and her figure and it had stuck. It was beginning to seem like that was all she heard these days - "fat ass", or some equally intelligent remark. But could she let them see that it hurt? That it really did get to her?
Could she hell! No matter what happened; no matter how bad things got - it would stay private. She would never, NEVER, let them see that it even affected her. Would never let them see her cry.
And yet, surely they knew? From the haunted look in her eyes; from the state of distraction she could never seem to shake, even when she tried so hard to stay focused. Or maybe they didn't. Maybe they didn't see because they didn't care anymore. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a proper conversation with someone. There were people she had thought would always stick by her and they had let her down. Or she had let them down. Somehow that seemed a more appropriate way of putting it. She was the one living a lie after all. Yet, surely it was better to live a lie than to just sit back and let herself be disrespected? Surely she was doing the right thing … But if that was true … shouldn't she be reaping the benefits of her new-found "respect"? Being the constant butt of everyone's jokes - and quite literally at that - didn't seem like any kind of respect she knew. At least, in the past, a few people had appreciated her talents and efforts in the ring - who bothered with her now?
Everything was changing. And Molly had long since decided that she didn't like change.
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