Going to Extremes
Disclaimer: own nothing.
A/N: timeline is majorly screwed with.
Summary: After the lie is discovered, Xander is forced into extreme exile.
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Francine walked into the back quietly, her eyes alit with a sense of purpose, though nothing else. Stalking around the dressing room, she smiled when she came to RVD's locker. She pulled open his locker and was pleased to find that his Television Championship was inside, as RVD was busy in the showers.
She pulled out a bag from her jacket and made to open it, but a noise behind her gave her pause.
"Francine," Rob said with a grin as he walked up behind her, dressed only in a towel, "What the Fuck are you doing in here?"
"I'm," she struggled for a moment before her eyes became clear, "I'm looking for Shane's room."
"Well, this ain't it," Rob said with a grin, "Three doors down, sweetheart. And, hey, I know you got a little thing for Xander, but, just to let you know, he's got Faith…and there ain't nothing that can change that."
"…You don't sound too happy about that," Francine said with a intrigued look.
"Hey, Faith is hot, and yeah, if I coulda, I woulda, but she chose Xander," Rob said with a grin, "Her life, her choice."
"What if I told you that there was a way you could get her," Francine said with a grin.
"I'd say," Rob smiled at her, and she smiled back, "'Get the fuck out, bitch.'"
Francine frowned at him, then angrily stormed out of the room, with RVD watching her backside as she did so.
"Whew," Rob said as he opened up his locker and put the belt away, "Xand, you got a gift, man. That's two fucking hot women you got after you!"
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"Hey, Joey," Xander greeted the voice of ECW as he came into the room, "How'd it go last night?"
Paul had given Xander the night off after his match with Sabu, leaving Joey Styles alone to cover the DCW broadcast.
"That was one of the most horrific matches ever," Joey said, "Bam Bam damn near won, but Kang just ended up beating the shit outta him!"
"Well, too bad for Bam Bam," Xander said with a sigh, grasping his side.
"You ok, there, champ," Joey asked, a concerned look in his eyes.
"Oh, fine," Xander said, "Just nursing the burns on my side!"
"That was a damn stupid thing that happened," the two men looked over at Faith as she joined them, "It's a damn good thing that you aren't in a match tonight!"
"Amen to that," Xander agreed, "Who are you facing tonight, Faith?"
"Dunno," Faith said, "Paul said it would be a man, as the other women on the roster don't wanna face me…except Jazz, but she's in Japan right now."
"Hope it's no one I like," Faith finished with a grin.
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You Shook Me All Night Long came on as Faith and Jono came out, with Faith dressed in leather pants and a ripped up Rob Zombie shirt, with Jono dressed in jeans and a Spider-man shirt.
"Don't worry, Faith," Jono said to her as they walked on, "You'll do fine."
"Of course I will," Faith said with a frown, "I just don't like being in a match unless I know who I'm facing."
Faith and Jonathan entered the ring, and Jonathan immediately got on top of the ropes, enjoying the crowd as they cheered for him. Faith, meanwhile, leaned back on the ropes, waiting for her music to die down.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduling for one fall," the referee shouted out, "Introducing first, from the streets of Boston, Massachusetts, she is the Dark Slayer, this is…FAITH!!"
FAITH! FAITH! FAITH! GOTTA HAVE…FAITH!!
"God, that's unoriginal," Faith said with a smile, "C'mon, get out here, I wanna know who I'm fighting!"
She strained her ears to listen as a song came on, then her smile turned into a frown when she realized who it was she was facing.
SANDMAN!! SANDMAN!! SANDMAN!!
"Well, this is quite interesting," Joey said as Enter Sandman played out, "Sandman and Faith are going at it…this should be one Hell of a match."
Sandman stood on the bleachers, with the ravenous fans crowding around him, holding his cane and beer with a cigarette in his mouth. At the right point, Sandman popped his beer open, then took a big gulp from it, then shared the rest with a guy in the audience.
SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN!
GRIPPING YOUR PILLOW TIGHT!!
EX-IT LIGHT!!
EN-TER NIGHT!!
TAKE MY HAND!!
WE'RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVER LAND!!
Sandman continued to descend to the ring and, once he got inside, he pulled out two beers and offered both Faith and Jonathan one. The two accepted and Faith and Sandman got on the ropes, with Jonathan still in the ring.
GRAY DESCEND!!
EX-IT LIGHT!!
EN-TER NIGHT!!
TAKE MY HAND!!
Faith and Sandman took gigantic gulps from their beers, then began to bash their heads with the cans, spraying beer all over the place as they busted themselves open!
WE'RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVER LAND!!
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"Paul," Xander asked his boss as he came in, "Why did you put Sandman in a match against Faith?"
"You'll see, Xander," Paul said cryptically, "You'll see."
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"Introducing next, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at two-hundred sixty pounds, he is the Hardcore Icon, this…is the SANDMAN!!"
Faith and Sandman shook hands as the match began, and Sandman put his cane aside. Slowly, the two circled up, and Faith got him in a headlock. Sandman managed to push her out of it, then cracked her in the mouth with a punch. Faith grabbed her jaw for a moment, then smiled, nodding at him. Sandman smiled and nodded back, then the two started to trade punches, till Faith finally landed a solid punch to Sandman's jaw, sending him down to the floor, staring up at her in shock.
HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!!
"Faith, literally planting Sandman with that devastating punch," Joey said.
Sandman slowly got up and he and Faith came together, with Sandman catching her by surprise with a kick to the stomach. He caught her head and quickly brought it down in a DDT. Faith literally sprang up from the move, caught him up, and slammed him back down to the floor. Sandman got up as well, then clotheslined her to the ground. When she got up, however, Sandman cracked her across the head with his newly retrieved cane.
E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!!
Faith got up and returned the cane shot with a dropkick to the head, sending Sandman outside the ring. Faith swiftly came after him, leaping over the ropes and dropping into him as he came to his feet.
FAITH!! FAITH!! FAITH!! GOTTA HAVE…FAITH!!
Sandman returned her volley with another cane shot, then Irish whipped her into the guardrail. Sandman quickly got up on her and did his Heineken-rana, sending Faith headfirst onto the floor. Sandman followed it up by getting on the guardrail, again, and doing the Bitching Legdrop!
E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!!
Faith countered his next assault by wrapping her legs around his head, while still on the ground, and pulling him down to the ground. Faith flipped herself onto her feet, then jumped up onto the guardrail and jumped back off, twisting around in mid-air to land a legdrop on him. Faith stood up and reached into the crowd for a chair, which a fan willingly gave her, and went to bash Sandman's head in…
…when he caught her with a surprise cane shot to the stomach, then followed through with a powerbomb to the ground. He got up the chair and slammed it onto her, eliciting a selection of boos from the audience.
"The ECW fans didn't like that one," Joey commented, "Faith is so over here, it's unbelievable!"
Faith brought herself up and kicked the chair into Sandman's head, sending him into the guardrail. She quickly got up to her feet and landed a devastating punch, sending him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Faith raised her hands in the rock symbol, then ran into the ring and used the ropes to propel herself over the ropes, over the guardrail, and into the Sandman!!
HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!!
Sandman was the first one up and he climbed over the guardrail, and quickly got into the ring. He waited until Faith was up and over the guardrail, then sprinted to the ropes and jumped clean over them, smacking her with the cane as he came down.
E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!! E-C-DUB!!
Sandman lifted her up again, then tossed her in the ring, where he covered her.
ONE…Faith got her shoulder up, then used her other hand to grab Sandman's throat. In a tremendous show of strength, she lifted Sandman up over her head and, while he was still dazed, threw him back down to the mat in a horrendous choke-slam! She covered him.
ONE…TWO…Sandman got his shoulder up, and smacked her in the back with the cane. Faith backed away from him and went to spear him, but Sandman dodged her and caught her in a hold with his cane, then did his White Russian Legsweep!
Before he could even go for a cover, though, Faith was on her feet and she ran at the ropes, jumped off the second rope, and kicked him in the chest, sending him down to the mat. She covered him.
ONE…TWO…THREE!!Faith got up off him as the ref declared her the winner. Slowly, Sandman got back to his feet, and he smiled at her.
"Good going, kid," Sandman said.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer said, "Your winner, the Dark Slayer, FAITH!!"
Sandman and Jono raised her hands up, celebrating her victory. Before anything else could happen, though, Paul E came into the ring, mic in hand.
"Congratulations, Faith," Paul said with a grin, "I knew you'd beat him…and I think it's fitting that WCW's latest requisition loses to ECW's newest wrestler."
Faith and Jono shared a curious look, while Sandman just looked pissed off.
"E," Faith said, "What the Hell are you talking about?!"
"Oh, ain't it obvious," Paul said, "Sandman here is now employed by World Championship Wrestling!!"
A collective pause echoed out as the fans and the wrestlers took a moment to absorb that.
"I want you to understand this, Sandman," Paul said, "You going to WCW is a devastating blow to ECW, but I know you didn't do it lightly or out of spite. So, I wish you the best of luck in WCW."
With that, Paul E turned around and left the ring.
"Faith," Sandman started, turning to her.
"Don't," Faith said, a lost look in her eyes, "Just…just don't."
With that, Faith left the ring, with Jono left behind in confusion, though he did follow her. Sandman stared after her, a sad look on his face.