DISCLAIMER: This is absolutely a work of fiction and I do not claim to own anything related to the WWE or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
NOTE: This is a crossover between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and wrestling. Vampires do exist in this world and wrestling storylines are scripted but the actual matches are legitimately fought and the winners are typically not pre-determined.

PROLOGUE

Thirteen year old Willow Rosenberg could not erase the obvious look of fear and dismay that had suddenly consumed her expression as she stared at her uncle Theo. Currently she was on break from school for the summer and her parents, Sheila and Ira, had informed her that they were going out of town for a week and that she was not to be trusted at home by herself. As a result she had been carted off to stay with Theo and he had just informed her of the event they would be attending that evening...a taping for professional wrestling. Upon realizing her horror over the situation he had to laugh and, without losing his jovial expression, gently placed a hand on his niece's shoulder. "Willow, it's not the end of the world you know." She stared at him as though he was clinically insane and widened her clear green eyes innocently. "Couldn't I get hurt if something goes wrong, though?"

A deep sigh was released from his 5'7 tall frame and Theo had to resist the urge to shake her with the hand that still rested on the young girl's shoulder. "Hon, these seats were given to me by a friend...I'm sure there is plenty of distance between our seats and the ring. You'll be fine! Besides, don't you think it would be rude for me to return these tickets shortly after they were given to me?" He forced himself not to reveal the devious smile he could feel creeping up on him, he knew the best way to get through to her was by using her strong sense of being polite and also that she would hate to feel rude. Willow was too busy trying to deal with the sudden onslaught of nerves she felt over the idea of being in an arena crowded to the brim with strangers to realize his manipulation and after taking a deep breath she looked up to him and offered a weak smile. "Fine, uncle Theo. But only if you promise to buy me some popcorn."

Four hours later the pair was exiting the building among the very busy rush of people leaving the building at once and Willow was clinging desperately to her uncle's hand, although instead of looking fearful she couldn't keep the expression of pure joy from overtaking her face. She had just left the arena after arguably the most exciting night of her life and Theo figured it would be safe to say that he had made a wresling fan out of his reserved niece, a fact which he wouldn't have ever believed without being witness to the revelation firsthand. Willow had taken to the violent action in a way that was unpredictable, though if he was forced to make a guess it would be that she had found it as a way to release tension that built up from being picked on. He would have been correct.

The shy girl had been quiet for the first half hour of the evening, adjusting to being crammed in among such a large, boisterous crowd. However, once the action had begun she found herself yelling at the wrestlers she perceived to be "nasty and mean" and cheered just as relentlessly for those being painted in a more positive light. There was something about losing herself in the moment that felt really good, for a brief amount of time she hadn't been little Willow Rosenberg...resident brain and an easy target for bullying. Instead she was just another girl in a sea of faces eagerly watching if their favorite superstar would reign victorious. Nothing set her apart, no special attention would be payed to her, and that was a notion she could find herself becoming fond of. From the moment she had walked out of that arena, Willow Rosenberg promised herself that she would no longer be a pushover. If a bully tried to take advantage of her she would just have to pull off a submission hold on them.