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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tilting his head back with a heavy sigh, Chris straightened up and fumbled in his jacket pocket for the packet of cigarettes he had bought from a vending machine on a whim. He sat down on one of the large WWE printed wooden crates they always seemed to have lying around backstage - handy for those "impromptu" brawls, he supposed - and lit up, more to give his hands something to do than to anything else. He didn't even take a single drag; just sat there silently before turning to glance at his unexpected companion and gesturing to the crate.
"If you're stickin' around, ya might as well take the weight off …" he said indifferently, taken aback by the near venomous glare with which she met his words.
“What makes ya think I'd stay here to be insulted? I'm not a complete doormat!" she seethed, close to tears through sudden rage and an underlying despair which could not be denied.
"Huh?" gaped Chris, looking so much more like his old self; startled out of his steely façade.
"I must have been insane to expect any less - if all anyone does is criticise and mock me, why should the Undisputed King of the Biggest Bastards in the World be any different?" she continued, willing herself to stay angry and not give away just how deeply the jibes cut her.
As it suddenly dawned on the baffled Canadian just what she must have thought he was getting at, he almost laughed but realised that would not be his wisest ever move and, for once, tried to do the right thing. Too bad she'd already caught a glimpse of a smirk.
"It's not FUNNY!" she practically yelled, trembling with fury and stamping her foot with a rare show of actual temper.
Suddenly Chris found himself strangely torn. There had been a couple of times when he had thought he had spotted signs that Molly was genuinely hurt by the comments others made, but he hadn’t exactly been community spirited lately and had brushed the notion aside as both ridiculous and none of his concern. Now, however, it was evident that his initial observations had been correct, but he could hardly become an instantly reformed character and show his sympathy - he wasn't going to show weakness just because some chick had self-esteem issues.
Yet this was not "some chick", this was MOLLY. Okay, they hadn't been best friends exactly, but he had always liked and respected the once vivacious blonde. After he and Benoit had come to the rescue of both the youngest Holly and her then boyfriend, Spike, they had hung out together and had some pretty cool times … but then everything had started to crumble and change … He barely recognised the woman before him now as the same person he had once befriended; but, hell, he barely recognised himself.
He had no choice but to play it cool, even though he could now see she was hurting.
"Jesus, Mols! Chill, will ya?" he drawled with seeming carelessness, "Not everything's about you, you know. I wasn't implying anything - kinda takes the fun out of it when there's no one round to hear it! Are you gonna sit down or stand there and rant at me?"
Lost for words at his couldn't-care-less attitude, Molly stared at him suspiciously and sank down onto the crate feeling oddly defeated. Neither of them spoke, but merely maintained a terse silence until Chris leaned back against the wall, not looking at Molly.
"It's bullshit anyway." he commented, looking down at his still unsmoked cigarette and flicking ash from its tip.
"What?" asked Molly sharply, trying not to show that she was watching him from the corner of her eye.
"What they say. About you. About … well, you know …"
"You've said it too." she accused shortly, clearly suspicious of his change of attitude.
"That was a mistake!" he protested.
"I wasn't talking about just now."
"Oh. Well, what can I say? I'm an asshole - sue me." There was a long pause before he tried again. "But it is. Bull, I mean."
Seeing she was looking at him disbelievingly, he tried to ignore the pain in those dark blue eyes and instead laughed and shook his head.
"To be honest, I can't believe you fall for it - I had you figured as smarter than that." Sensing that she was about to bite his head off again, he continued qui. &q. "It's all about jealousy."
A wry, sadly bitter smile pulled at her lips and she nodded, a sarcastic look on her face. "Of course; why didn't I think of that? All those stunning, skinny blondes are just jealous of little ole me."
"You can put yourself down all you like, it's not like it makes any difference to me." Chris shrugged, "But at the end of the day, I'm right - you're damn good at your job while the rest of that lot will only ever be bimbos, needed to keep the place looking good …"
“So what does that say about me? I should wrestle, but with a bag over my head?" said Molly, determined to make things difficult for him and equally determined not to allow herself to fall for any attempts to lull her into a false sense of security.
"You know you were popular with the fans before … before all this." he said sharply, waving a hand to indicate her new look. "So you probably wouldn't have been asked to do all the Playboy shit - would you want to? You were cute little Molly Holly everyone loved and wante pro protect - everyone wanted to see you come out on top and live happily ever after with lovestruck little Spikey …" he told her wryly, "Why change? Would that have been so bad?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he stubbed his cigarette out on the crate and stood up, throwing the butt to the ground before striding back inside, wondering why the hell he got so chatty all of a sudden. He was certainly in no position to be playing therapist. He had, nonetheless, left Molly with a lot to think about.
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