See chapter one for disclaimer. Can you say cliffhanger much?
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Willow blinked up at her cousin and frowned. His tone was slightly condescending.
"You say that like this is my fault?" She asked accusingly, Mark nodded, his face a thundercloud. "I'm sorry. You think that this is my fault?" She asked, disbelieving. Mark nodded once more. And Willow blew up in his face. "You jackass!" She hissed, starting off slowly. "You invited me. You wanted to come. Its your fault that I am here. Its not my fault that I got locked in a closet. Its not my fault that some loony that you work with tried to use me. I didn't tell people that I was coming up to visit you. I didn't ask your slimy GM to get all smarmy at me. I didn't ask my old enemy to show up and attack me with her doll." She growled.
"You started it with Bishoff." Mark interjected when she paused for breath. "And how do you know Vince any ways?"
"Bishoff didn't know my name. If he had known my name, I wouldn't have done anything. He started it with me." Willow shouted, stamping her foot. "This IS NOT MY FAULT!!!"
"You need to be more careful." Mark said, crossing his arms. "For all you know Hunter could have been anyone! You could have been hurt." Willow growled deep in the back of her throat.
"I don't need anyone to take care of me mark. I can take care of myself. I can handle a hell of a lot more than you ever could." She snapped, felling the magic rise up in her to turn her eyes black for the barest hint of a second. Mark blinked and stepped backwards, shaking his head. Willow blinked, and seemed to deflate. She sat, or collapsed on the bench by the wall. Mark sat next to her and for a few moments silence reigned. "I'm sorry." Willow finally offered. "I've been through a lot." Mark patted her hand awkwardly.
"Want to talk about it?" He offered gruffly. Outside he heard the crowd go wild, and wondered idly who'd won a match. Willow shook her head with a smile. "Too soon.. Red?" He asked, trying his cousins new name out gingerly. He was rewarded with a dazzling smile.
"Too soon Taker. Now where's my backpack?" she asked, hugging him. He shrugged.
"Last time I saw it. Hardy had it." Seeing Willows look of confusion, he clarified. "The kid who rescued you. You need it for something?"
"I need my cell phone to call home. I was talking to a friend and I got cut off.." Willows voice trailed off. "And i need to call him and bitch him out for siccing his psycho ex girlfriend on me!" She finished with a angry growl. Willow hopped to her feet and walked over to the door. "You gonna show me where I can find this Hardy boy?" She asked.
"How about you tell me how you know Vince?" Taker asked. "You can talk and walk right?" He rose and opened the door.
"Well it started a few years ago. I had this website, and I was making programs for a few companies. Vince heard about me, and flew over to meet me at the school. I made a program for him. It spits out story lines and you guys play them out. It's a programmable database that takes input and puts out a story line complete with surprises, twists and 5 or more different endings. I programmed over 7000 variables into it." Willow said as they walked around the backstage of the arena.
"Do you mean to tell me that your responsible for some of these gay ass storylines?" Mark asked, running a hand through his hair. Willow nodded and he moaned. "For how long?"
"Two years now. But I wasn't responsible for that mop thing. Not me at all." Willow said brightly.
"Don't tell anyone else that." Mark said softly. "They'd get pissed." He looked down at his little cousin. "So what about the chick with the doll?"
"Her name is Drusilla." Willow began happily. "And she is absolutely flipping insane. I'm kind of friends with her ex, Spike."
"This guys name is Spike?" Mark asked, "And what does he do for a living."
"He's a.. he's independently well off." Willow said, catching her mistake just in time. "Hes British."
"The British are all insane." Mark said grimly, thinking about William Regal. Willow giggled and stopped at a coke machine. She dropped in a coin and pressed the coca cola button. She was rewarded with not one but two cans.
"I got two, do you want one?" She asked her cousin. He nodded and took one. She looked around the area they were in. "So what happens here?" She asked, recognizing it as the area she'd had her showdown with Bishoff in. It held a few tables scattered with food, as well as some chairs and moniters.
"This is the break area. People who aren't in the ring, or in their dressing rooms can hang out here and eat. Watch the show. If they bring guests this is where they usually are."
"So will I hang out here?" Willow asked, looking around. "Cause it looks really boring."
"You'll be with me. Or in my dressing room." Mark said grimly. "Not here, where any idiot can get at you." Willow sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Gee Mark that sure sounds swell." She said sarcastically. "And if I don't want to be sequestered in your dressing room or directly by your side?"
"Then you'll be in the hotel room." Mark said firmly. Willow stopped and opened her coke.
"And if I can prove that I can take care of myself?" She asked, taking a deep swallow of coke. "Will I be allowed to do what ever then?"
"Sure. Hows this, we find someone who'll spar with you, and if you can say, stay oh, about even with them for even 2 minutes, then you do what ever?" Mark asked.
"Sounds good to me. But if I kick their ass, you owe me. I just need my back pack, a change of clothing and a sparring partner." Willow said jauntily. "So all we need is that hardy boy," Taker grinned. "and a sparring space."
"Say Red," came a voice from behind them. "Sounds interesting, what say we add a little extra to this deal you and your cousin here are working on." Willow and Mark turned to see Vince standing behind them, a cup of coffee in hand. "I supply the sparring space and partner, and throw in a contract with my company. You loose, you update my program for free." Vince raised his eyebrow.
"I don't like the sound of that Vince." Mark growled.
"Oh but I do." Willow interjected. "But, make the sparring partner reasonable Vince. Not some huge hulking thing like Mark here, or that Hunter guy."
"Deal. You go get your stuff, and meet me ringside." Vince said, then turned to leave, which neatly overrode any objections Mark might have.
"Mark I need to change and get stretched, can you get my stuff from the Hardy boy?" Willow asked. Mark nodded, and headed off in the opposite direction from Willow.
"Cool. I get a match." Willow said softly as she headed for Marks dressing room. "Wouldn't Buffy laugh.." She paused. "Ok so Buffy would more or less kick my ass for being such an idiot. But Xander and Spike would laugh, and cheer me on."
He he, end of this part! Who will Willow have her match with? Any suggestions or do I just pick a random wrestler? Will Willow fall for the hardy charm? Any other wrestlers the readers would like to see her with? *hinthint givesuggestions nudgenudge* Any ideas for a theme song? She'll need one for her match in the next part.
As for those of you who are wondering how the heck Willow will pull this off. I'll hint: I only said Willow never killed anyone, I didn't say anything about her not sucking all the power and information from the books in the Magick Shop. So you might be thinking, yeah magic books not explaining any sort of fighting prowess Willow might now have. Giles had a whole bunch of fighting books that he left behind. He had to teach Buffy from something right? I'm the author! I'm right!
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