no pervs please
Mar 31, 2016 11:44:10 GMT -5
Post by bmac on Mar 31, 2016 11:44:10 GMT -5
March 31st, 2016
*OFF CAMERA*
Punch. Punch. Punch.
At times it seemed like mindless repetition. Some people often said that they enjoyed the training more than the actual act of fighting or wrestling. That preparing for their opponent was actually more enjoyable than actually stepping across from said opponent for real.
Molly was not one of those people.
She probably wouldn’t go so far as to say that she hated training. There were times that she enjoyed it, and she definitely understood its’ purpose. But if it were up to her, she would just wrestle all the time. That would be her training. Every day, just have another match against another opponent. That was Molly’s dream. But it wasn’t feasible for obvious reasons. Nobody’s body could handle that kind of constant physicality. It would affect everything she did on a daily basis. So she knew that training was the next best thing, but still, she hated it at times.
Right now was one of those times. Her training consisted of her just jabbing a bag over and over and over again for minutes on end. Part of her coaches methodology was that it was better to perfect one move before trying to learn another one. Too many people spread themselves too thin, he’d say, by trying to learn twenty things at once. We just aren’t meant to process that much at one time. What he would get her to do, is to work on one thing over and over again until she could do it perfectly. That way, it would be engrained in her brain forever. Like writing, or driving. No matter how long you go without doing it, you never forget how. That was how Molly ended up standing in front of this bag, hitting a jab and a sidestep over, and over, and over again. She had spent hours doing it, and it was getting to the point where if anyone even on the street stepped up to her, she might reflexively jab them in the face and then sidestep. But it was something she needed to be perfect with for her fight in Japan in a few weeks for MLC. Plus, like most of her MMA skills, she could translate it to wrestling.
That was one of Molly’s favorite things about her training. The crossover. So many things that she learned in her MMA training she was able to translate over to her wrestling. But she wasn’t held back by the strict rules of mixed-martial-arts. That was the biggest difference between MMA and pro wrestling in Molly’s mind. MMA was a very rigid sport, with strict rules and guidelines and ways to do things. Things you always had to be wary of while fighting. You can’t knee someone’s head if they’re touching the ground, you can’t do anything with fingers or toes, you can’t hit the back of their head, all kinds of things. Wrestling was just so flowing. You didn’t have to think about anything, you just did it. Molly loved having that kind of creative control to just do whatever felt right in the ring. It was the reason that she loved wrestling so much more than MMA. Fighting was a fun challenge, but if she had to pick one, it would be wrestling ten out of ten times. She just loved it so much.
Molly smacked the bag again, thinking more about her recent wrestling success. Very unexpected success at that. Molly had won titles before, but winning the SSWA Titans of Trios tournament and then subsequently winning the Trios Championship with Annie and Emily Carter had a different kind of feeling to it. Probably because it was something that she won alongside her friends. It was a championship that she won as part of a team. Molly had always loved team sports, and so to win a wrestling championship as a team was pretty special. Who knew how long it would actually last, but Molly didn’t care. She was just happy to have accomplished it.
Molly smacked the bag again as she thought back to her last match in FGA. That was something she was really really proud of. Only her third match in FGA and she got to fight Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon and Danny Diamond. Three guys that had been very successful in FGA, especially Tony. Someone who hated Molly probably more than anyone in the company, or at least that was the impression that he gave. Not to mention, this was a team that actually had chosen to be together when they attacked Johnny Karma the show before after he beat Tony for his title. The Law Firm or whatever they called themselves were all shitty people, but nobody could deny that the three of them were great wrestlers, and even better when all together. So for Molly and her team to not only hold their own against them, but actually beat them? That was special to her.
Even more special to Molly was that she was the one that managed to land the winning pinfall. She would’ve been a lot happier if she had pinned Tony, but she knew that she couldn’t have everything she wanted. A win over him was enough to make her smile. Sure he’d still talk shit about her publicly and everything. But now Molly knew that deep down, he knew she was a good wrestler. No matter how much he could try denying it to anyone who’d ever bring it up, Molly knew that he knew that he couldn’t treat her as an afterthought in that ring anymore. And that was the sweetest feeling.
“You’ve been on that bag for a while eh?” Molly turned to see Anna Stone walking towards her, smiling. Anna worked at the gym, and was actually part owner along with her ex-husband Brandon Macdonald. “Maybe give it a bit of a rest and let it catch its’ breath?”
Molly sighed as she dropped her hands for the first time in at least half an hour. “Thank god, I don’t know how much more of that I could deal with.”
“Yeah you looked fine from where I saw. I know Brandon wants to get that seared into your brain but I think at this point you’re all good,” Anna grabbed the bag and dragged it on it’s chain back to its’ resting place.
“I’m just tired, I wish I could go wrestle someone right now. Training gets me so bored,” Molly said, looking around to see if there was anyone around that would spar with her. Sadly, there was not.
“You can’t just wait the like three days until your FGA match?” Anna asked, “especially with who it’s against, I would’ve thought you’d want to conserve your energy for him.”
Molly’s smile turned into a frown as she thought about her opponent this week. The past two FGA events, both Molly and Nero Darling had had their clothes stolen from their locker room while they were in the shower. Both times they found their clothes in Mark Storm’s gym bag. The same Mark Storm that had helped them win last show, had almost immediately snuck into the women’s locker room and stolen Nero’s clothes. When Molly confronted him the first time, he made up some excuse about blacking out and not taking his medications, an excuse that Molly was almost certain was bullshit. The man was clearly just a creep and was probably trying to sniff their panties or something disgusting. It made Molly sick just thinking about that sick pathetic man rifling around in her gym bag while she was naked showering on just the other side of the wall. Who’s to say he didn’t sneak a peek at some point? It made her feel so violated. And she was ready to take out all this disgust and anger out on Mark Storm this Saturday. Her and Nero had challenged Mark and whatever partner that he could find to a tag team match. Molly didn’t expect him to be able to find any help. None of the girls were going to help a guy that had been breaking into their locker rooms, no way. And Molly didn’t think any of the other guys were giant perverts like Storm was, so she doubted he’d find anyone at all. Even if he did, it didn’t matter to Molly. This match was all about teaching Storm a lesson about what he did. Molly knew Nero would be ready to go, and she had been ready to go since last Saturday. Now in just three days, she’d finally be able to get her hands on him.
Molly looked back at Anna, realizing she had zoned out in her own thoughts and completely ignored Anna. “Shit, sorry, just daydreaming. But yeah, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this motivated to wrestle someone. Like this is the first personal match for me in a while.”
“What was that excuse that he had again? He blacked out or something?” Anna asked her.
“Yeah, he said he hadn’t been taking his meds and that he blacked out,” Molly replied, “he said that he couldn’t remember anything that happened so it’s possible he took my stuff, but he didn’t mean to.”
Anna frowned, “sounds like a load of shit to me.”
“Yeah I wanted to believe him just because that story is still better than the one that involves him knowingly stealing my clothes while I’m in the shower,” Molly sighed again as she thought about how badly she wanted to believe he was telling the truth, “but then after our match last week, where he was totally fine and there was no blackouts or anything, and after I told him to make sure it never happened again, no matter what he needed to do to make sure, he still did it. So to me, two times in a row like that, that’s not accidental. He’s doing this on purpose, and I’m not going to let him get away with it.”
“Good,” Anna said, “that makes me shiver just thinking about him.”
“Yeah same, can we just talk about you instead!" Molly asked, desperate to stop talking about Mark Storm, "I heard you’re allowed to leave the country now finally?”
Anna laughed slightly, “ugh, yeah, finally. It’s only been like two years.”
Molly laughed as her and Anna started to get into what was a very interesting story, but one that would have to be explained another day. For now, some things were just better off left as a mystery.
April 1st, 2016
*ON CAMERA*
The screen flicked on to a shot of Molly Reid’s smiling face. She grinned even wider as she saw that she was officially recording. In the background there were a bunch of shelves with championship trophies and belts sitting on them, accolades from her multiple sporting careers.
“Hey guys! It’s your favorite neighborhood Molly back again! It’s been a pretty exciting couple of weeks since I last talked to y’all. Annie and Emily and I made the Titans of Trios finals and then we won later that night! And then just this past Monday, we won the SSWA Trios Championships! I don’t really like to talk about non-FGA stuff but I’m just so happy and excited that I couldn’t resist. It was so awesome to team up with Annie and Emily, they’re the best partners a girl could ask for. Now we just have to defend those titles for as long as we can. But I know we can be champions for a long time, we’re just such a good team together!”
Molly smiled widely as she turned back to look at her Trios Championship belt sitting on the shelf behind her. It felt good to be rewarded like that for the hard work the three of them put into that tournament. It wasn’t easy travelling to the UK every week to wrestle, they were all so busy with their lives. But they stuck with it and came out on top. Molly was so proud of Annie and Emily, and she hoped they were proud of her as well.
“Anyways, enough about that. Let’s talk about FGA. I know y’all saw my match last week. It was pretty awesome wasn’t it? Me and Nero and he who’s name I won’t mention, teaming up to take on Tony Carmine, Johnny Cannon and Danny Diamond. Three stars of FGA. Former champions. Talented wrestlers. Cheap shot artists. That last one doesn’t really relate to their wrestling, but I couldn’t leave it out. But yeah, no matter how much I don’t like them personally, I can appreciate how talented they are. And we beat them. Us three relative newcomers of FGA, the team that pretty much nobody picked to win, we went out there and kicked some serious ass. Nero was amazing, she took a lot of punishment but she just kept on going. And then at the end, I just saw my opening when Cannon was coming off the ropes. He was looking all offense, and I just kicked. And not to toot my own horn too much, but my kick is pretty damn good. I knew that if I could hit any one of them with it, then we’d stand a pretty good chance of winning. And low and behold, I was right.”
Molly smiled again as she thought back to the end of that match. Pushing Tony off the ropes and getting him out of the way. Ducking Cannon’s lariat and hitting that superman punch. Seeing the briefest of openings and he hit the ropes and looked to hit her. The feeling of her foot connecting square with his jaw. Hooking his leg and hearing the count of three. The brief moment of celebration before being hit from behind. Molly’s smile weakened as she thought about the after match attack.
“I’m not going to pretend that what happened after the match didn’t happen either. But I’m not going to pretend it was a big deal either. The only thing that Tony attacking me after the match tells me is that I got into his head. That he was mad that I beat him. He was pissed that I wasn’t some shitty roll-over-and-die wrestler, but one who could actually hold her own in the ring with him. So he took out his anger on me like the coward that he often is. But it’s whatever. He’s got bigger problems to worry about, like what he’s going to do after Johnny Karma beats him again and he can’t regain his Pride Championship.”
Molly didn’t know Karma very well at all, but he came out there and saved her last week, so she was forever grateful. She didn’t care why he did it, whether he actually wanted to save her or just to send those three a message, it didn’t matter to her. He saved her from an even worse fate, so she was grateful.
“And to Johnny Karma, thank you. I owe you one. If you ever need anything from me, you know where to find me.”
Now it was time for Molly to start thinking about the upcoming week. She had a match that she had been looking forward in a weird way since she challenged Mark Storm to it after Vertigo last week.
“Now I know you guys all know what’s going on with me and Nero and Mark Storm. When he first stole my clothes, I wanted to believe that he was just off his meds or whatever and that he didn’t mean to. But then after wrestling with him and seeing him fine, I had my doubts. Then, when it happened again to Nero, I knew that he was just full of shit. I don’t care what kind of excuse he’s going to give, like he blacked out again and he can’t control it. No, I made it very clear to him that he had better not ever do anything like that again. He could’ve started taking his meds again. He could’ve gotten one of the security guys to prevent him from going near here. There were so many things he could’ve done to prevent this from happening again if it truly was an accident. But this creepy fuck doesn’t even wait a little bit before doing it again. He does it the very next possible chance he gets. That’s not an accident, that’s just a pervert. So this week, Nero and I are going to do all the girls in FGA a favor and beat some sense into him.”
Molly hadn’t talked to all the girls in FGA, but she had talked to a few and they all shared the same kind of view. It was a massive invasion of privacy and it was so violating. How could they feel safe in their locker rooms if this guy was sneaking in while they were showering and stealing their clothes. It just made Molly feel so gross thinking about it.
“Look Mark, it’s one thing to like women’s clothes for whatever reason. I don’t think that’s weird necessarily. Plenty of people have weird fetishes. Lord knows I’ve got some. But there are plenty of ways to go about that that don’t involve doing what you’ve been doing. Plenty of women sell their used clothes for guys just like you! So do this kind of stuff with people who are consenting. Don’t come into the place where we all work and steal our clothes. It’s disgusting and violating and wrong on so many levels. But the fact that you did it literally one show later after you promised me to never do it again just shows me that you don’t give a shit. So this week, Nero and I are going to do everyone in FGA a favor and knock some sense into you. We could go to management and complain, we could file some kind of workplace suit against you, but we won’t. We’re going to give you a chance to answer to what you’ve done like a man in that ring. I like solving my problems that way better anyways. And after we’re done this match, you’ll never want to bring your weird cloth-stealing fetish into the workplace again. Because you’ll remember how painful it was to deal with the consequences.”
Molly hadn’t been this amped up for a match in a long time. She just wanted to punch Storm in the face as hard as she could. She wanted to beat him up. It was as simple as that. She never really got this flustered, but then again, no other wrestler had snuck into her locker room and stolen her underwear before. So she thought she had a pretty good right to be pissed at him.
“You’ve seen me wrestle before Mark. I beat you in my debut match. You know first-hand what it’s like to wrestle against me, and how hard it is to beat me. You got to see it again last show from a first-row seat. You saw me pick up the win for our team against a team of three of the best wrestlers in FGA . I’m not going to pretend that you did nothing in that match, but while I was hooking Cannon’s leg for the winning pin, weren’t you still recovering from Tony’s Rainbow Kick? Yeah...so that’s why I know that you know exactly what to expect in getting into the ring with me. Same thing with Nero, you’ve seen what she can do. And now you’ve made both of us mad. So I hope you’re ready to deal with us. I know it’s always possible that you’ll have a partner out there to have your back, but I doubt it. I can’t imagine anyone will want to team up with the resident FGA pervert. But even if you do, it won’t be an issue. Because if he or she is on your side then they’re defending you, and they deserve every bit the same as you. So no matter who you get, or if you do it alone Mark, you’re going to be dealing with two talented wrestlers who really really want to beat you badly and send you a message. And after this match is over, you’re never going to even think of stealing from us, or anyone else in FGA ever again. That’s a promise.”
*OFF CAMERA*
Punch. Punch. Punch.
At times it seemed like mindless repetition. Some people often said that they enjoyed the training more than the actual act of fighting or wrestling. That preparing for their opponent was actually more enjoyable than actually stepping across from said opponent for real.
Molly was not one of those people.
She probably wouldn’t go so far as to say that she hated training. There were times that she enjoyed it, and she definitely understood its’ purpose. But if it were up to her, she would just wrestle all the time. That would be her training. Every day, just have another match against another opponent. That was Molly’s dream. But it wasn’t feasible for obvious reasons. Nobody’s body could handle that kind of constant physicality. It would affect everything she did on a daily basis. So she knew that training was the next best thing, but still, she hated it at times.
Right now was one of those times. Her training consisted of her just jabbing a bag over and over and over again for minutes on end. Part of her coaches methodology was that it was better to perfect one move before trying to learn another one. Too many people spread themselves too thin, he’d say, by trying to learn twenty things at once. We just aren’t meant to process that much at one time. What he would get her to do, is to work on one thing over and over again until she could do it perfectly. That way, it would be engrained in her brain forever. Like writing, or driving. No matter how long you go without doing it, you never forget how. That was how Molly ended up standing in front of this bag, hitting a jab and a sidestep over, and over, and over again. She had spent hours doing it, and it was getting to the point where if anyone even on the street stepped up to her, she might reflexively jab them in the face and then sidestep. But it was something she needed to be perfect with for her fight in Japan in a few weeks for MLC. Plus, like most of her MMA skills, she could translate it to wrestling.
That was one of Molly’s favorite things about her training. The crossover. So many things that she learned in her MMA training she was able to translate over to her wrestling. But she wasn’t held back by the strict rules of mixed-martial-arts. That was the biggest difference between MMA and pro wrestling in Molly’s mind. MMA was a very rigid sport, with strict rules and guidelines and ways to do things. Things you always had to be wary of while fighting. You can’t knee someone’s head if they’re touching the ground, you can’t do anything with fingers or toes, you can’t hit the back of their head, all kinds of things. Wrestling was just so flowing. You didn’t have to think about anything, you just did it. Molly loved having that kind of creative control to just do whatever felt right in the ring. It was the reason that she loved wrestling so much more than MMA. Fighting was a fun challenge, but if she had to pick one, it would be wrestling ten out of ten times. She just loved it so much.
Molly smacked the bag again, thinking more about her recent wrestling success. Very unexpected success at that. Molly had won titles before, but winning the SSWA Titans of Trios tournament and then subsequently winning the Trios Championship with Annie and Emily Carter had a different kind of feeling to it. Probably because it was something that she won alongside her friends. It was a championship that she won as part of a team. Molly had always loved team sports, and so to win a wrestling championship as a team was pretty special. Who knew how long it would actually last, but Molly didn’t care. She was just happy to have accomplished it.
Molly smacked the bag again as she thought back to her last match in FGA. That was something she was really really proud of. Only her third match in FGA and she got to fight Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon and Danny Diamond. Three guys that had been very successful in FGA, especially Tony. Someone who hated Molly probably more than anyone in the company, or at least that was the impression that he gave. Not to mention, this was a team that actually had chosen to be together when they attacked Johnny Karma the show before after he beat Tony for his title. The Law Firm or whatever they called themselves were all shitty people, but nobody could deny that the three of them were great wrestlers, and even better when all together. So for Molly and her team to not only hold their own against them, but actually beat them? That was special to her.
Even more special to Molly was that she was the one that managed to land the winning pinfall. She would’ve been a lot happier if she had pinned Tony, but she knew that she couldn’t have everything she wanted. A win over him was enough to make her smile. Sure he’d still talk shit about her publicly and everything. But now Molly knew that deep down, he knew she was a good wrestler. No matter how much he could try denying it to anyone who’d ever bring it up, Molly knew that he knew that he couldn’t treat her as an afterthought in that ring anymore. And that was the sweetest feeling.
“You’ve been on that bag for a while eh?” Molly turned to see Anna Stone walking towards her, smiling. Anna worked at the gym, and was actually part owner along with her ex-husband Brandon Macdonald. “Maybe give it a bit of a rest and let it catch its’ breath?”
Molly sighed as she dropped her hands for the first time in at least half an hour. “Thank god, I don’t know how much more of that I could deal with.”
“Yeah you looked fine from where I saw. I know Brandon wants to get that seared into your brain but I think at this point you’re all good,” Anna grabbed the bag and dragged it on it’s chain back to its’ resting place.
“I’m just tired, I wish I could go wrestle someone right now. Training gets me so bored,” Molly said, looking around to see if there was anyone around that would spar with her. Sadly, there was not.
“You can’t just wait the like three days until your FGA match?” Anna asked, “especially with who it’s against, I would’ve thought you’d want to conserve your energy for him.”
Molly’s smile turned into a frown as she thought about her opponent this week. The past two FGA events, both Molly and Nero Darling had had their clothes stolen from their locker room while they were in the shower. Both times they found their clothes in Mark Storm’s gym bag. The same Mark Storm that had helped them win last show, had almost immediately snuck into the women’s locker room and stolen Nero’s clothes. When Molly confronted him the first time, he made up some excuse about blacking out and not taking his medications, an excuse that Molly was almost certain was bullshit. The man was clearly just a creep and was probably trying to sniff their panties or something disgusting. It made Molly sick just thinking about that sick pathetic man rifling around in her gym bag while she was naked showering on just the other side of the wall. Who’s to say he didn’t sneak a peek at some point? It made her feel so violated. And she was ready to take out all this disgust and anger out on Mark Storm this Saturday. Her and Nero had challenged Mark and whatever partner that he could find to a tag team match. Molly didn’t expect him to be able to find any help. None of the girls were going to help a guy that had been breaking into their locker rooms, no way. And Molly didn’t think any of the other guys were giant perverts like Storm was, so she doubted he’d find anyone at all. Even if he did, it didn’t matter to Molly. This match was all about teaching Storm a lesson about what he did. Molly knew Nero would be ready to go, and she had been ready to go since last Saturday. Now in just three days, she’d finally be able to get her hands on him.
Molly looked back at Anna, realizing she had zoned out in her own thoughts and completely ignored Anna. “Shit, sorry, just daydreaming. But yeah, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this motivated to wrestle someone. Like this is the first personal match for me in a while.”
“What was that excuse that he had again? He blacked out or something?” Anna asked her.
“Yeah, he said he hadn’t been taking his meds and that he blacked out,” Molly replied, “he said that he couldn’t remember anything that happened so it’s possible he took my stuff, but he didn’t mean to.”
Anna frowned, “sounds like a load of shit to me.”
“Yeah I wanted to believe him just because that story is still better than the one that involves him knowingly stealing my clothes while I’m in the shower,” Molly sighed again as she thought about how badly she wanted to believe he was telling the truth, “but then after our match last week, where he was totally fine and there was no blackouts or anything, and after I told him to make sure it never happened again, no matter what he needed to do to make sure, he still did it. So to me, two times in a row like that, that’s not accidental. He’s doing this on purpose, and I’m not going to let him get away with it.”
“Good,” Anna said, “that makes me shiver just thinking about him.”
“Yeah same, can we just talk about you instead!" Molly asked, desperate to stop talking about Mark Storm, "I heard you’re allowed to leave the country now finally?”
Anna laughed slightly, “ugh, yeah, finally. It’s only been like two years.”
Molly laughed as her and Anna started to get into what was a very interesting story, but one that would have to be explained another day. For now, some things were just better off left as a mystery.
April 1st, 2016
*ON CAMERA*
The screen flicked on to a shot of Molly Reid’s smiling face. She grinned even wider as she saw that she was officially recording. In the background there were a bunch of shelves with championship trophies and belts sitting on them, accolades from her multiple sporting careers.
“Hey guys! It’s your favorite neighborhood Molly back again! It’s been a pretty exciting couple of weeks since I last talked to y’all. Annie and Emily and I made the Titans of Trios finals and then we won later that night! And then just this past Monday, we won the SSWA Trios Championships! I don’t really like to talk about non-FGA stuff but I’m just so happy and excited that I couldn’t resist. It was so awesome to team up with Annie and Emily, they’re the best partners a girl could ask for. Now we just have to defend those titles for as long as we can. But I know we can be champions for a long time, we’re just such a good team together!”
Molly smiled widely as she turned back to look at her Trios Championship belt sitting on the shelf behind her. It felt good to be rewarded like that for the hard work the three of them put into that tournament. It wasn’t easy travelling to the UK every week to wrestle, they were all so busy with their lives. But they stuck with it and came out on top. Molly was so proud of Annie and Emily, and she hoped they were proud of her as well.
“Anyways, enough about that. Let’s talk about FGA. I know y’all saw my match last week. It was pretty awesome wasn’t it? Me and Nero and he who’s name I won’t mention, teaming up to take on Tony Carmine, Johnny Cannon and Danny Diamond. Three stars of FGA. Former champions. Talented wrestlers. Cheap shot artists. That last one doesn’t really relate to their wrestling, but I couldn’t leave it out. But yeah, no matter how much I don’t like them personally, I can appreciate how talented they are. And we beat them. Us three relative newcomers of FGA, the team that pretty much nobody picked to win, we went out there and kicked some serious ass. Nero was amazing, she took a lot of punishment but she just kept on going. And then at the end, I just saw my opening when Cannon was coming off the ropes. He was looking all offense, and I just kicked. And not to toot my own horn too much, but my kick is pretty damn good. I knew that if I could hit any one of them with it, then we’d stand a pretty good chance of winning. And low and behold, I was right.”
Molly smiled again as she thought back to the end of that match. Pushing Tony off the ropes and getting him out of the way. Ducking Cannon’s lariat and hitting that superman punch. Seeing the briefest of openings and he hit the ropes and looked to hit her. The feeling of her foot connecting square with his jaw. Hooking his leg and hearing the count of three. The brief moment of celebration before being hit from behind. Molly’s smile weakened as she thought about the after match attack.
“I’m not going to pretend that what happened after the match didn’t happen either. But I’m not going to pretend it was a big deal either. The only thing that Tony attacking me after the match tells me is that I got into his head. That he was mad that I beat him. He was pissed that I wasn’t some shitty roll-over-and-die wrestler, but one who could actually hold her own in the ring with him. So he took out his anger on me like the coward that he often is. But it’s whatever. He’s got bigger problems to worry about, like what he’s going to do after Johnny Karma beats him again and he can’t regain his Pride Championship.”
Molly didn’t know Karma very well at all, but he came out there and saved her last week, so she was forever grateful. She didn’t care why he did it, whether he actually wanted to save her or just to send those three a message, it didn’t matter to her. He saved her from an even worse fate, so she was grateful.
“And to Johnny Karma, thank you. I owe you one. If you ever need anything from me, you know where to find me.”
Now it was time for Molly to start thinking about the upcoming week. She had a match that she had been looking forward in a weird way since she challenged Mark Storm to it after Vertigo last week.
“Now I know you guys all know what’s going on with me and Nero and Mark Storm. When he first stole my clothes, I wanted to believe that he was just off his meds or whatever and that he didn’t mean to. But then after wrestling with him and seeing him fine, I had my doubts. Then, when it happened again to Nero, I knew that he was just full of shit. I don’t care what kind of excuse he’s going to give, like he blacked out again and he can’t control it. No, I made it very clear to him that he had better not ever do anything like that again. He could’ve started taking his meds again. He could’ve gotten one of the security guys to prevent him from going near here. There were so many things he could’ve done to prevent this from happening again if it truly was an accident. But this creepy fuck doesn’t even wait a little bit before doing it again. He does it the very next possible chance he gets. That’s not an accident, that’s just a pervert. So this week, Nero and I are going to do all the girls in FGA a favor and beat some sense into him.”
Molly hadn’t talked to all the girls in FGA, but she had talked to a few and they all shared the same kind of view. It was a massive invasion of privacy and it was so violating. How could they feel safe in their locker rooms if this guy was sneaking in while they were showering and stealing their clothes. It just made Molly feel so gross thinking about it.
“Look Mark, it’s one thing to like women’s clothes for whatever reason. I don’t think that’s weird necessarily. Plenty of people have weird fetishes. Lord knows I’ve got some. But there are plenty of ways to go about that that don’t involve doing what you’ve been doing. Plenty of women sell their used clothes for guys just like you! So do this kind of stuff with people who are consenting. Don’t come into the place where we all work and steal our clothes. It’s disgusting and violating and wrong on so many levels. But the fact that you did it literally one show later after you promised me to never do it again just shows me that you don’t give a shit. So this week, Nero and I are going to do everyone in FGA a favor and knock some sense into you. We could go to management and complain, we could file some kind of workplace suit against you, but we won’t. We’re going to give you a chance to answer to what you’ve done like a man in that ring. I like solving my problems that way better anyways. And after we’re done this match, you’ll never want to bring your weird cloth-stealing fetish into the workplace again. Because you’ll remember how painful it was to deal with the consequences.”
Molly hadn’t been this amped up for a match in a long time. She just wanted to punch Storm in the face as hard as she could. She wanted to beat him up. It was as simple as that. She never really got this flustered, but then again, no other wrestler had snuck into her locker room and stolen her underwear before. So she thought she had a pretty good right to be pissed at him.
“You’ve seen me wrestle before Mark. I beat you in my debut match. You know first-hand what it’s like to wrestle against me, and how hard it is to beat me. You got to see it again last show from a first-row seat. You saw me pick up the win for our team against a team of three of the best wrestlers in FGA . I’m not going to pretend that you did nothing in that match, but while I was hooking Cannon’s leg for the winning pin, weren’t you still recovering from Tony’s Rainbow Kick? Yeah...so that’s why I know that you know exactly what to expect in getting into the ring with me. Same thing with Nero, you’ve seen what she can do. And now you’ve made both of us mad. So I hope you’re ready to deal with us. I know it’s always possible that you’ll have a partner out there to have your back, but I doubt it. I can’t imagine anyone will want to team up with the resident FGA pervert. But even if you do, it won’t be an issue. Because if he or she is on your side then they’re defending you, and they deserve every bit the same as you. So no matter who you get, or if you do it alone Mark, you’re going to be dealing with two talented wrestlers who really really want to beat you badly and send you a message. And after this match is over, you’re never going to even think of stealing from us, or anyone else in FGA ever again. That’s a promise.”
