See part 1 for disclaimer. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially to those who made suggestions.  *grins* you will all get shiny pennies! I hope everyone likes this part.

Oh yeah and telling the author to hurry up and update doesn't get you shiny pennies! It just pisses me off so I take my sweet time between updates. Also you don't get shiny pennies if you don't make suggestions!

Shiny Pennies go to:

Spydercat-just because

Sailorbardock1980-for suggesting a theme and a partner for her first match

Harry-for suggesting two possible opponents and a theme song

Mistressofmetal-for reviewing more than once!

Eliza-suggesting a pairing, and the squeak

Willow was walking on air, all the way back to Marks dressing room, she tried to wipe the grin from her face, and failed utterly. Mark and Jeff were on either side of her, both talking over and under each other. Mostly babbling about technique. Willow didn't care. She had a job, a high paying job, where she'd be surrounded by what seemed to be mostly a cast of hotties, even if some of them were arrogant males. Walking into the dressing room her phone was ringing shrilly. She dove for it and snapped it open.

"Lo?" she asked.

"My little Red's all grown up now." A British voice remarked. "Who'd you steal all that mojo from?"

"It's always been mine Spike." Willow said with a tired chuckle sitting on the floor. "Speaking of things that belong to people." She took a deep breath, "Did you sic your psychotic ex girlfriend on me?" She growled into the phone. There was a shocked silence on the other end of the phone.

"No Will. I haven't talked to Drusilla. But I'm guessing that you have?" Spike asked. "I just wanted to say I caught the end of your match. I'm at Xanders, and he's in absolute shock. Fortunately I know where I can find a copy of this on tape. That way the Nibbit and Buffy can see." Spike chuckled. "I just can't wait to see the look on Buffys face when she seed that you've mastered the Angel Kata, when she can't get the first three positions." Willow giggled.

"You can get that on tape right?" She asked.  "Cause that would be a really good birthday present."

"Get me some autographs and it's a deal." Spike said. "But I'll let you go Red, cause I figure that you've got some papers to sign and some celebrating to do."

"Yeah something like that." Willow said. "There is definitely a shower in my near future. As for the rest I can handle that later. I'll talk to you later ok?"

"Bye Will." Spike said and hung up the phone. Willow sighed and did the same. 

Jeff and Mark both leaned on the wall beside the door. Jeff looking very curious, and Mark looking somewhat amused.  Willow scowled up at them

"So that was Spike?" Mark asked with a sardonic grin, "I still say that's a stupid name."

"Like being called undertaker for a living is any better." Jeff said with a snort.

"You guys wanna get lost." Willow asked, with a long slow stretch, "I want to take a shower. Neither of you will be staying in the dressing room while I do so." She stood and stretched again. "Go find something to do." Jeff sighed, and Mark growled at Jeff.

"Are you sure I can't stay?" Jeff asked sweetly, which resulted in Jeff being picked up and dragged out of the dressing room by the throat.

"We'll be outside Willow. Come find us when ever your done." Mark called over his shoulder. Willow nodded and headed for her bags.

Jeff gasped for breath in the hallway, and glared at Mark. Mark glared at him and Jeff walked away. He headed for Christian's dressing room; he needed to talk to him.  In Christian's dressing room he found not only the blond Canadian, but Lance Storm as well.

"I need to talk to you." He said, his eyes locked on the blonde's. Christian shook his head and pointed at the door. "No. I need. to talk to you.." He glared at Lance Storm. "Out Lance. This is important. It goes back a long ways." He said softly. At the last phrase, Christian's head snapped up. And he waved the other Canadian to the door.

"It goes back a long ways?" Christian asked. "How long?" Lance exited the room and Christian jumped up and locked the door.

"Two hundred or so." Jeff replied crossing his arms. "You saw the footage of Red? The chick she was fighting wasn't exactly a chick."

"The gypsy girl?" Christian asked with a frown.

"Drusilla. And Red is friends with Spike. Talked to him on the phone even." Jeff said with a sigh. "So am I calling my brother, and you calling yours or do we vice versa it? Because we all need to get together on this. This is big." Jeff said with a sigh.

"You should have left the little chick in the closet. Is she one?" Christian asked grabbing a coke and sitting down.

"Naw, she's got a heartbeat, but she stinks of magic." Jeff said with a wry grin. "Hot little thing too, talented sweet and full of fire." He shook his head. "Fine body on that girl too."

"Well that's a relief. You call Edge, I call Matt, work for you?" Christian said softly.

"Yeah. Works just fucking fine." Jeff said. "I guess we're reclaiming the old days."

Over..

My oh my, what old days could this be? What do Jeff, Matt, Edge and Christian know about vampires? What could they know? What will happen, and what days are they reclaiming?

Any suggestions?

R and R!