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Tourniquet	By : girlnextdoor Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1-Tourniquet
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
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8.
Finally, the chance to escape back to the sanctity of her hotel room! Thoroughly dejected by the humiliating backstage skit she had been required to film and the hostility of her co-workers, Molly walked across the parking lot with her shoulders slumped and her head down. Another night of ordering room service and hibernating in front of the television - not the most uplifting prospect ever. Still, the way things had been, it could still easily be the highlight of her day.
Scanning the dimly lit area for her rental car, she spotted it and headed in that direction. She dropped her heavy bag on the ground to search through her pockets for the keys and it was only then that she noticed the peculiar tilt of the vehicle. It was all she could do not to burst into tears when she realised that both wheels on the left-hand side of the car were completely flat - too much of a coincidence to not have been done deliberately and anyway, when she looked closer, she saw they weren’t just flat; they had been slashed.
"Shit …" she swore softly, "Shit, shit, SHIT!"
Fighting to keep back tears, she focused instead on her anger and clenching and unclenching her fists helplessly, she kicked out at one of the useless tyres with her foot and then heaved a sigh. What was the use?
"Hey, Molly, what's the matter - car trouble?" came a mocking voice as she heard light footsteps approaching.
"Aren't you perceptive?"
But her voice was thick with unshed tears and her unwelcome companion merely laughed in response.
"Awww, you're not gonna cry, are you?" came the inquiry, the words loaded with false sympathy and followed by another tinkling laugh.
"Piss off, Trish …"
"Well, well! Looks like the helpless little kitten's got some claws! What do you think you're gonna do if I don't?"
Pushed just a little too far by her whole day of misery, Molly stepped forward with her hand raised to strike her adversary, only to be jerked backwards. As a sharp pain burned her scalp, she realised that someone had crept up behind her and caught her by a handful of her short, dark hair. Twisting and turning only increased her own pain and she tried in vain to free herself by lashing out with her feet.
"Let me GO!" she cried and to her momentary relief, she felt her foot connect with someone's shin and hear the oath as she was released. However, with her car out of action, she had no where to go. Nonetheless, she simply wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and her tormentors. With one hand clutching her head, she fled across the parking lot and unwittingly ran straight into the path of an oncoming car.
Blinded for a moment by the headlights, she was powerless to move and could only remain rooted to the spot as the driver braked hard. Luckily, the vehicle had not been travelling at any great speed, but Molly could still only stare in shock at the now stationary car. After a brief pause, the driver's window rolled down smoothly and someone leaned out, shouting impatiently.
"What the hell are ya playing at? You trying to get yourself killed?" yelled an angry voice, but Molly was too stricken to do anything other than squint into the headlights of the car helplessly.
"For cryin' out loud ..." the voice complained, breaking off as he spotted two figures charging in their direction and, recognising them as Trish Stratus and BuhBuh Ray Dudley, he made a pretty good guess at what was going on. He leaned over and opened the passenger's door from the inside, shouting at Molly as he did so. "Get in!"
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Already shaken by what had occurred, Molly was too bewildered to do anything other than what she had been bidden and so she quickly clambered into the passenger seat and slammed the car door shut. She had no sooner managed that than the vehicle sped off with a screech of its tyres on the asphalt, throwing her back into her seat. Breathless, she glanced backwards and saw her pursuers had given up the chase and were now standing in the middle of the parking lot, shouting after them. Them ...
Her thoughts instantly turned to her rescuer and it only started to dawn on Molly that she could potentially have leapfrogged from one bad situation to another. Had she really just dived straight into a car driven by God only knew who? In the few seconds, which seemed to drag forever, in which she slowly turned to face her only ally - if this unknown person could even be called that - her thoughts raced through her mind unchecked. It couldn't be anyone she knew - which member of the roster would be willing to help her? None sprang to mind. And if it was a random stranger ... well, there was always the chance that she would be no better off now than at the mercy of ...
"Jericho?!" she exclaimed incredulously, breaking her train of thought as her eyes widened on sight of her mystery rescuer.
"Holly." he merely acknowledged dryly, barely glancing at her as he instead concentrated on rolling down his window and lighting up a cigarette.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"Felt like spoiling someone's day - Trash Stratus and the Dudley jackass seemed as good candidates as any." came the curt reply. "Put your seatbelt on."
"Oh ..." she wasn't sure what to make of his reasoning, but she followed his direction without question and then sat back, an uncomfortable silence falling over the car. After a few moments, Molly fidgeted slightly and waved her hand in front of her face, drawing Chris' gaze briefly although he turned away without comment when she remained silent. Repeating her action, this time she found the courage to speak up.
"Could you put that out, please?" she asked, indicating his cigarette with a look of disgust.
He merely looked at her blankly and she thought he was going to choose to ignore her request as he turned away again. However, she didn't notice that his lips twitched as if threatened by a smile and a moment later, he was pitching the mostly unsmoked butt out of the window, giving a few seconds for the smoke to clear completely before rolling his window back up. Still he didn't speak and Molly didn't exactly try to keep the conversation flowing, sitting back in her seat quietly having acknowledged his action with a mere nod. She shot sneaky little glances at him, but he didn't really cut an approachable figure as he slouched behind the steering wheel, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick, his eyes seemingly fixed on the road ahead and the taillights of the car in front.
"Uh ... where are we ... ah, you ..."
"The hotel."
"Oh."
More silence. A few furtive glances on both parts. A nervous cough from her; a weary sigh from him as he ran a hand over his eyes and reluctantly tried to lift the atmosphere, for his own sake more than anything else - the added tension wasn't really what he needed, given the day he had just had. Until a few moments ago, he had thought making it to the car would be as much as he would have left to contend with before barricading himself in his hotel suite - ideally with a newly replenished mini-bar. Now ... well, that idea was out, but he might as well do them both a favour ...
"So ya care to explain how ya came to be doin' your best 'rabbit-in-the-headlights' impersonation in front of my car?"
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