Disclaimer: I am not Joss or WWE or anything of the sort.. Sighs.. I am
just borrowing the characters.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update. But I am home now, sooooo.. It will be updated more often and with more current stuff, so just bear with me, please!
Chapter 5
"Train her for what?" Nash asked, Trish and him waiting for an answer, any type of answer that didn't sound as though Trish would be going into battle against something that was the walking dead.
"How to deal with the new power that she has. How to train without arousing anyone's suspicion, different styles that all slayers are inept at, weapons and hand to hand." Buffy told them, "And more importantly, how to stay alive in this fight against the darkness."
"I'm the wrong girl." Trish said, backing away from Buffy, "I'm not involved with any fight against anything!"
"I used to be exactly liked you," Buffy said softly, reminiscing, "But unlike you, I was turned into the slayer at fifteen. I didn't have someone to train me and I certainly didn't have others in front of me with the same abilities. I didn't have anyone to lead me." she approached Trish cautiously, "I learned the hard way and I'm trying to save you the pain. I know how hard this is to take in, but it is real and it is hard, but you can't run from it. Demons will follow you where ever you go, because you have slayer blood."
"You'll be training me?" Trish asked, she wasn't sure she wanted in the fight, but she heard the wisdom behind Buffy's words. She realized that she could run from this slayer thing or she could be guided through by someone that had been doing it since they were fifteen.
"Yup."
"Alright," Trish said, "I don't know what I'm going to do, but I suppose I need to train for it, at least to learn about what I do have know. And I'd rather learn from someone who has already been there, than someone who was just teaching from a book." she turned and walked towards the door, "And don't think for a moment that I have forgotten our shopping trip tomorrow. I'll call you." Buffy nodded and watched her leave the room.
"I thought you were on vacation." Nash said from the chair he was sitting in, reminding Buffy that he was still in the room, though he doubted that she had forgotten for a moment.
"I am, can't you tell?" she asked, she never caught a break, yet she was happy that she finally found something that she was extremely good at and didn't have to hide her fighting ability.
"You normally find lost potential slayers, get a job with the WWE, and then offer to train them?" he asked sarcastically. "Well," Buffy said, "when you put it like that. No. But if you talk about my vacations always being interrupted by the apocalyptic demon or slaying of some sort, then yes." Buffy lost herself in her memories of the battle with the First Evil and then later on when she went to LA for recuperation, only to find herself thrust into the leadership role, only to have them berate her every move.
"Want to tell me about it?" he asked softly, drawing her out of her memories.
"What?"
"You seemed to stumble over the leadership part, when you were talking to Trish." Nash said and Buffy looked at him sharply.
"Don't miss a beat, do you?" she replied dismissively, her thoughts going back to the girls that she had lead into battle, the girls, friends, and family that had ultimately betrayed her. The hurt was still too fresh in her mind.
"When it comes to a pretty girl, never." he promised and held out his hand in offering. Buffy sighed and made her way over to him, allowing him to pull her into his lap.
"I don't want to talk about it right now." Buffy said changing the subject, wanting to see if he would try to press the issue. Nash looked her over and realized that she would not be talking about whatever was bothering her until she was ready and simply nodded.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, knowing that she wouldn't have tried to change the subject if she didn't have another one in mind, otherwise she would have showed him the door.
"I want to know about the WWE." she said with a grin, knowing that she had won that battle.
"Alright." Nash replied, he began to explain how it had been formed and how it got to where it was that day. He explained about the different events coming up and about how the two Co's where going to be facing each other at Survivor Series that Sunday.
Nash was going into the different matches when he realized that Buffy had fallen asleep in his arms. He laid her in her hotel bed and looked at her, she looked so innocent, so much younger than when she was awake. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it he was drawn to her, crawling in next to her, he wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep. Buffy snuggled closer to Nash, before falling into a deeper sleep.
Next Morning
Buffy awoke and cracked open her eyes, groaning as the light shimmered in through the window. Without looking at the clock, Buffy knew that it was nine in the morning, her body had yet to realize that she didn't need to get up that early. Shrugging, Buffy twisted her body, trying to get out of bed, when she felt an arm wrap itself around her waist and pull her back against a very warm, very hard male body. Twisting her head around, she looked at Nash, still deep in a peaceful sleep, by the look of it. She raked her memory, trying to figure out how he ended up in her bed. The last thing that she remembered was Nash telling her about the different matches that happened in a given night and that was it.
Buffy gazed at the man she had saved, a man that she had grown to trust in the few short hours that she had known him. Smiling gently she realized that he must have crawled into bed after her, but he had only held her, nothing more, but it was enough to keep the nightmares at bay. She decided that the only way that she was going to find out why he was in her bed was to wake him. Leaning down she caught his lips, applying pressure to his lips, waiting for him to awake.
Nash crawled through the layers of sleep, to the pleasurable sensation of Buffy's lips pressed to his. Still thinking that he was in some sort of dream, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, while his hands moved through her golden hair. When she tried to pull away, he made a sound of protest and tried to hold her where she was, making the last layers of sleep leave his mind and cloud it with lust.
"And what are you doing in my bed?" Buffy asked, when she had finally managed to drag herself away from him.
"Kissing you." he told her, pulling her down for another drugging kiss, in hopes to deter her for the previous question.
"You know what I meant." Buffy replied, when she regained enough sense to pull away from the misleading kiss.
"Well.." Nash began, quite unsure of how to answer her, without making himself look like an ass, but before he could even contemplate a response the phone rang. He watched as she shot him an amused glance as she answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Buffy."
"Angel." she replied flatly, she was still unsure how to deal with the souled vampire, especially after what had happened in LA. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, why would anything be wrong?"
"It's nine o'clock in the morning, you're kind is generally asleep." Buffy replied in a pain laced tone, she heard him wince over the phone and realized how bitchy she sounded, sure she had the right, but she didn't want to hurt him anymore. "Why are you calling?" she asked on a sigh, trying to distract him from the previous statement.
"To make sure you are alright." he told her softly, she could hear the squeak of leather as he settled into his chair. "How is everything going?"
"Good. I got a job."
"Doing what?"
"Working with the WWE."
"You're wrestler?" he exclaimed incredulously. "Do you know how dangerous that is? You could.."
"I know." Buffy snapped, she had already thought through the arguments, she knew the danger that came with any job that she had. She sighed with relief when she got a beep on the line, knowing that it was going to be Trish. "Look, Angel, I need to go, I've got another call." before he could say anything else, she clicked the flash button and switched calls. "Hello?"
"Hey, you ready?" Trish asked.
"Ya." Buffy replied, looking at Nash. "Just let me get my stuff."
"I'll be to your room in like ten or fifteen minutes." Trish said.
"Alright, see you then."
"Oh! Buffy," Trish said, before she could hang up, "Nash's hotel mate called around, he was missing from his room, you wouldn't know about that, would you?"
"I'll see you in ten." Buffy replied, glaring at Nash, a blush creeping up over her face as she hung up with Trish. "It seems that your hotel mate has the rest of the company in an uproar because you didn't return to your room last night."
"Well, there is a perfectly good explanation for that." he said, getting up from the bed and looking at Buffy "Unfortunately you need to get ready and I would hate to make you late, so I'm gonna go to my room now." he made a break for the door, leaving a smiling Buffy behind.
Mall
"How about this?" Buffy asked holding up a red leopard print shirt that v- ed dangerously in the front and tied around the neck.
"Perfect." Trish announced pulling out a pair of red leopard print leather pants to go with the shirt. "So.."
"So, what?" Buffy asked, avoiding the issue that Trish was clearly trying to get information about.
"Tell me about you and Nash last night."
"Nothing happened." Buffy told her, "What!" she asked when Trish gave her an utter look of disbelieve. "After you left he asked me some questions and I gave answers and then he told me about the WWE. Of course I fell asleep on him at some point, he put me to bed and that was it."
"Really?" Trish asked, she couldn't believe that, that was the only thing that happened.
"Really." Buffy affirmed. "I would tell you if anything actually happened." Trish looked her over and then nodded slowly, realizing that Buffy would have told her, she took honesty and truth way to seriously not to. They picked out several more outfits, one that would be used in the tag team match over Christmas, before they left the mall and returned to the hotel.
"Alright, we will be leaving tonight to go to the next WWE event." Trish told her, "We will be in a van with Nash and Chris Jericho."
"Who is Chris Jericho?" Buffy asked, especially after Trish made a face.
"Did I hear my name?" a man, older than Buffy, but not that old asked, his dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looked over Buffy, making her want to run up to her room and shower. "Chris Jericho. And you are?"
"So not interested." Buffy replied, declining to shake the offered hand, as Trish stifled her laughter.
"You're the new girl."
"Can't get anything by you." Buffy told him, taking Trish's arm and attempting to leave.
"Well, if you need anyone to show you the ropes, I'm you're man."
"That's highly doubtful." Buffy said as she practically dragged Trish from the lobby.
"You sure know how to make enemies." Trish told her, after she had managed to stop laughing long enough that is.
"Yes." Buffy replied, "I've faced worse, so it's hard not to try to take some of these guys down a peg or two."
"Or more." Trish said, thinking of Evolution, Bischoff, and practically everyone else that she had been introduced to.
"I'm not that bad." Buffy protested and Trish looked at her sharply, simply raising an eyebrow, Buffy raised her hands in surrender, "Okay. Okay. So I don't pay well with others, what's wrong with that?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked and Buffy shook her head slowly, realizing that Trish could probably give her a very long list. "I've got a question," Buffy said, "So this Survivor Series thing is going down Sunday." Trish nodded her head, "If Bischoff wins, what's going to happen?"
"Well, Stone Cold would no longer be the General Manager and Bischoff will make everyone's life a living hell."
"Except those that he likes." Buffy said, her thought immediately going to Principle Snyder. "Great. So if he wins, I'm screwed."
"He can't fire you for no reason," Trish promised her and Buffy looked relieved, "But he can try to make your life so miserable that you will want to quite."
"Oh." Buffy replied, "Lucky me. Well, let's hope Stone Cold kicks ass."
Chapter 6
Buffy awoke to the phone ringing in her ears, letting out a sigh she pushed her hair out of her face and glared at the phone hoping however it was would just hang up. Buffy let out a smile of satisfaction when the phone stopped ringing only to start seconds later.
"Whoever this is had better realize that I spent the last week in a van with someone that couldn't believe that I don't want him." Buffy snapped picking up the phone. "Then to top it all off I just got in five hours ago and I have a show tonight..."
"I'm really sorry." Trish said interrupting Buffy before she could get much further. Buffy and Trish had spent most of the week warding off advances from Chris Jericho, while Nash glowered at him from his seat. They had bonded together and Trish finally understood where Buffy was coming from, for the most part, neither person discussed being a vampire slayer.
"It's okay, Trish." Buffy said, giving a huge sigh she realized that the PTB had it in for her and just never wanted to her to get the correct amount of sleep. "What's up?"
"Well," Trish began, "You know how there was Survivor Series last night?"
"Yes." Buffy said after a moments hesitation, she was having a hard time following anything at the moment.
"Well, Stone Cold lost. He's out."
"Shit! That means it's all Bischoff all the time." Buffy glowered at the phone and then sighed, she wondered how long it would take to for Bischoff to fire her. "We still have the match tonight?"
"Yes," Trish said, "That was the other thing. It's a six woman tag, Bischoff said it would be more interesting that way. It will be you, me, and Lita against Victoria and two other people."
"Alright." she replied, "it's kind of like last time, except that it's not a handicap match, right?"
"As far as I know." Trish replied, "So long as none of us piss Bischoff it shouldn't be."
"I wouldn't intentionally piss him off." Buffy said, "Just because I don't get along with him and have a tendency to tell him.. Alright I won't talk to him at all tonight."
"Thank you." she said, "Alright, I need to go, I'm gonna go talk to Lita. So I'll see you later tonight."
"Yea, later." Buffy put the phone back on the hook and looked around for the outlet. Finding it she unplugged the phone and returned to her bed and closed her eyes, letting sleep overtake her.
Later that Night
"Buffy if you don't open the door right now I'm gonna break down the door." a very angry and concerned voice said, plowing through the fog of sleep that surrounded her brain.
"Go away." She mumbled into her pillow, rolling over she looked at the clock. "Shit!" it was seven, she had to be at the stadium in thirty minutes or less. Staggering out of bed, she threw open the door and then made a mad dash for the bathroom. Showering quickly, she threw on a pair of low rise jeans and a tank top, threw her hair into a pony tail and was out the bathroom door and sitting on her bed.
"Sorry." she said, "it's been a long time since I've gotten a good night's sleep without nightmares."
"It's okay," Nash said, watching the tank top go taunt as she bent to tie her shoes, "we were just worried." Buffy looked up when she was done and grabbed her gym bag, having put her wrestling equipment in it earlier, before she passed out on her bed. Nash took the bag from Buffy and slung it over his shoulder, opening her hotel door and closing it after them.
"Do you have any matches tonight?" she asked as they made their way down the elevator and into the lobby, where they were ushered into a van with Trish and Lita.
"No." he replied, nodding to Lita, who was looking at the two of them with interest.
"Hi! I'm Buffy."
"Lita." she offered her hand and Buffy immediately accepted it, shaking it gently, so that she didn't use her slayer strength. "So, we are going against Victoria, Miss Jackie, and Molly Holly."
"Alright, so Victoria is the kind of crazy woman I met last time?" Buffy asked and Trish nodded, stifling the urge to laugh at the description of Victoria.
"Molly Holly and Miss Jackie are both like Victoria."
"Crazy?" Buffy offered when she noticed that Lita was looking for the right word to describe them.
"So," Lita said, "I figure if we leave Buffy for the last, I can go first and Trish second?"
"Sure."
"Why do I have to go last?"
"Because if we put you in first we won't get to wrestle."
"Oh. I didn't realize how watched everything was."
"Not much isn't seen in the WWE." Trish put in and Lita nodded her head, thinking back to her ex-boyfriend Matt Hardy.
"He's on Smackdown." Trish pointed out, as though she could tell where Lita's thoughts were going, as they got out of the van and made their way towards the stadium.
"Not any longer." a young man with black hair pulled back, "I got traded."
"Great." Lita replied with mock enthusiasm.
"Listen, Lita.."
"I gotta go. I'll see you guys inside." Lita said, interrupting Matt and walking off, not bothering to check and see if they agreed. Matt looked over them and then looked the way Lita had gone, before sighing and following her into the stadium. Buffy looked to Trish in question.
"Before the WWE became the WWE it was split up into WWF and WCW." Nash said, startling Trish who had forgotten he was there. "When the WCW began to go under, Vince McMann bought the WCW and the company was split into two separate places Raw and Smackdown. Lita and Matt where an item and then when all of this started going down, Matt changed and Lita broke up with him and he hasn't been the same since."
"Recent?"
"Yea," Trish said shaking her head, "it was pretty recent." she led Nash and Buffy into the stadium.
"So," Buffy said, taking her bag from Nash when they got to the girls changing room. "Are you going to be walking down with me?"
"I can't," he told her and her face began to fall, "But I will be waiting at the top of the ramp for you."
"Alright." she said, turning to walk into the locker, Nash shaking his head as he turned to go to the guys locker room. On impulse, Buffy dropped her stuff at the door, turned and ran catching up with Nash. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him around and pulled him down for a kiss, before breaking it off and walking back to the dressing room, hips swaying.
"That was something." Orton said, whistling as he stepped from the shadows. "What does a fine looking woman like that see in you?"
"Not you." Nash responded, stepping into the dressing room and away from Randy Orton.
Girl's Dressing Room
"Buffy would you stop pacing?" Trish asked as she stretched from her position on the floor.
"Sorry," Buffy said, sitting down next to her and beginning to stretch, "But I'm wired and I have no idea why."
"It could be that blood pumping kiss that you gave to Nash and couple of minutes ago," one of the other girls said, looking at Buffy with a undefinable glint in her eye.
"Could be." Buffy acknowledge, trying to stay on her best behavior so Bischoff wouldn't change the type of match they would be going into.
"You think you're so pretty, because all of the guys are panting after you?" the woman continued, "Well, after the match tonight, nobody will want to look at your ugly face!" the black haired woman stormed out of the room.
"Let me guess," Buffy said, looking at the door, "Molly Holly?"
"Yes," Trish said in surprise, "How did you know?"
"Because I've met Victoria," Buffy reminded her, "And Miss Jackie sounds like a woman that stepped out of the seventeenth century, but wearing clothing of today's style with a kind of a corset top and stretch or spandex pants."
"Sounds about right." Trish murmured and Buffy laughed. "Come on."
"Were are we going?" she asked, still getting up to follow her though.
"We are going to the lobby type area to watch what is going to happen." Trish told her, dragging her off to the lobby, where Nash found them and discreetly slipped his arms around Buffy and pulled back against his chest.
Match
"Ladies and Gentlemen making their way to the ring for the Holiday Tag Match," the announcer said, "Trish Stratus." the crowd cheered as Trish stepped into view wearing a red strapless top and matching pants, with white cotton sewn onto the edges. "Lita." Lita stepped into view wearing a similar outfit to Trish. "And Buffy." Buffy stepped out wearing a red sheathed dress with cotton around the edges, black boots that came up to her knees. They walked down to the ring together and waved to the crowd.
"And introducing their opponents, Miss Jackie." Miss Jackie came out wearing a dress similar to Buffy, "Molly Holly," Molly Holly came out wearing pants and top like Lita and Trish, "And Victoria." Victoria came out wearing a dress also, that buttoned up in the front and had a black belt wrapped around her middle.
The announcer quickly stepped out of the ring as Miss Jackie, Molly Holly, Buffy, and Trish did, the referee focusing on Lita and Victoria. They circled each other, moving only so far before turning the other way, so that neither participate walked in front of the other's corner. Victoria struck first, trying to swipe Lita's feet out from underneath her. Lita jumped over her, hitting the ropes and moving back, close lining Victoria. Climbing onto the ropes, as Victoria struggled to get up, she jumped off and elbowed her in the stomach as she landed on Victoria. Lita struggled as Molly Holly and Miss Jackie pulled her out of the ring, Victoria struggling to her feet. Lita fought them off, getting back into the ring, but Victoria tagged Molly Holly, Lita jumped, slapping Trish's hand.
Trish ran into the ring, close lining Molly Holly and then doing it again when she got back up. She picked Molly up and body slammed her onto the mat, knocking the wind out of her. She pinned her shoulders onto the matt and listened as the ref counted to two, before Molly's shoulder shot up. Picking her up by the hair she kicked her in the stomach and then DDTed her, quickly moving to cover her. The ref counted to three and the match was theirs.
"You bitch!" Victoria hissed entering the ring and knocking Trish from behind. Buffy vaulted over the ropes and slapped Victoria, moving to throw her, when she realized how flimsy her dress was. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Buffy ripped the dress from her, leaving Victoria standing in a Red bra, red thong, and boots, before grabbing Trish and getting out of the ring. Lita and Buffy where laughing so hard, that they were more of a hindrance then a help to Trish who was trying to walk up the ramp.
"Making more friends?" Nash asked, when Buffy stepped into view with her prize.
"No, just making sure the old knew how special they were." Buffy said, and everyone burst out laughing once more. Buffy changed into red leather pants and sparkling red halter top, beofre looking around the room thoughtfully. Taking the Victoria's red dress she hung it up in the room, for all to see.
"She's going to kill you." Lita said, still laughing.
"Nah." Buffy said, "Besides I think the room needed a little more decoration, don't you think?" Lita laughed again as Buffy left the room, whistling a happy tune.
Later that night
"He's doing good." Buffy said, commenting on Shawn Michael's match. She had become very protective of the few friends that she did have in the WWE, even though she had yet to meet everyone and she wasn't too sure that she wanted to.
"He won the title last time he was here, also." Nash told her, everyone enthralled by the show going on the television.
"Why that rotten snake!" Buffy hissed, when she saw that Triple H had his title belt. She got up and moved towards the door, silently, no one but Nash noticing that she was leaving. She made her way down the ramp and around the ring, catching Nature Boy by surprise, she decked him, sending him sprawling back into the protective barrier, as the match carried on.
"Don't move." she hissed, dragging him up and making him watch as Triple H was pinned. She let him go and raced into the ring, hugging Shawn. "Great Job."
"Thanks for the help." he said, nodding towards Nature Boy.
"Winner of the match and still champion, Triple H." Bischoff announced and Shawn and Buffy looked at him in shock. "Buffy, since you're knew, let me explain, in a championship match if there is a tie then the belt goes back to the winner.
"But there wasn't a tie."
"Show the replay." Bischoff said, "now, if you look Shawn has Triple H pinned, but his shoulders are also touching the match." Bischoff looked gloatingly at Shawn and Buffy. "So, you see it was a tie."
"Asshole." she muttered, decking him, as Shawn got Triple H and Flair. They walked up the ramp together, stopping when Bischoff began to speak.
"I've wanted to do this since I met you." Bischoff told them, "you're fired!" they flipped him off and walked off back stage, where Nash was waiting for Buffy. Neither saw Stone Cold go by them, didn't even notice him, until they heard his voice.
"Shawn Michaels, Buffy you are rehired." they heard and moved to where they could see the ring, "I think that Shawn did such a great job that he deserves a rematch." Bischoff went to speak but Stone Cold cut him off with a stunner, Buffy cheered as she watched Bischoff fall onto the mat's for a second time that night, "There's a new sheriff in town."
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update. But I am home now, sooooo.. It will be updated more often and with more current stuff, so just bear with me, please!
Chapter 5
"Train her for what?" Nash asked, Trish and him waiting for an answer, any type of answer that didn't sound as though Trish would be going into battle against something that was the walking dead.
"How to deal with the new power that she has. How to train without arousing anyone's suspicion, different styles that all slayers are inept at, weapons and hand to hand." Buffy told them, "And more importantly, how to stay alive in this fight against the darkness."
"I'm the wrong girl." Trish said, backing away from Buffy, "I'm not involved with any fight against anything!"
"I used to be exactly liked you," Buffy said softly, reminiscing, "But unlike you, I was turned into the slayer at fifteen. I didn't have someone to train me and I certainly didn't have others in front of me with the same abilities. I didn't have anyone to lead me." she approached Trish cautiously, "I learned the hard way and I'm trying to save you the pain. I know how hard this is to take in, but it is real and it is hard, but you can't run from it. Demons will follow you where ever you go, because you have slayer blood."
"You'll be training me?" Trish asked, she wasn't sure she wanted in the fight, but she heard the wisdom behind Buffy's words. She realized that she could run from this slayer thing or she could be guided through by someone that had been doing it since they were fifteen.
"Yup."
"Alright," Trish said, "I don't know what I'm going to do, but I suppose I need to train for it, at least to learn about what I do have know. And I'd rather learn from someone who has already been there, than someone who was just teaching from a book." she turned and walked towards the door, "And don't think for a moment that I have forgotten our shopping trip tomorrow. I'll call you." Buffy nodded and watched her leave the room.
"I thought you were on vacation." Nash said from the chair he was sitting in, reminding Buffy that he was still in the room, though he doubted that she had forgotten for a moment.
"I am, can't you tell?" she asked, she never caught a break, yet she was happy that she finally found something that she was extremely good at and didn't have to hide her fighting ability.
"You normally find lost potential slayers, get a job with the WWE, and then offer to train them?" he asked sarcastically. "Well," Buffy said, "when you put it like that. No. But if you talk about my vacations always being interrupted by the apocalyptic demon or slaying of some sort, then yes." Buffy lost herself in her memories of the battle with the First Evil and then later on when she went to LA for recuperation, only to find herself thrust into the leadership role, only to have them berate her every move.
"Want to tell me about it?" he asked softly, drawing her out of her memories.
"What?"
"You seemed to stumble over the leadership part, when you were talking to Trish." Nash said and Buffy looked at him sharply.
"Don't miss a beat, do you?" she replied dismissively, her thoughts going back to the girls that she had lead into battle, the girls, friends, and family that had ultimately betrayed her. The hurt was still too fresh in her mind.
"When it comes to a pretty girl, never." he promised and held out his hand in offering. Buffy sighed and made her way over to him, allowing him to pull her into his lap.
"I don't want to talk about it right now." Buffy said changing the subject, wanting to see if he would try to press the issue. Nash looked her over and realized that she would not be talking about whatever was bothering her until she was ready and simply nodded.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, knowing that she wouldn't have tried to change the subject if she didn't have another one in mind, otherwise she would have showed him the door.
"I want to know about the WWE." she said with a grin, knowing that she had won that battle.
"Alright." Nash replied, he began to explain how it had been formed and how it got to where it was that day. He explained about the different events coming up and about how the two Co's where going to be facing each other at Survivor Series that Sunday.
Nash was going into the different matches when he realized that Buffy had fallen asleep in his arms. He laid her in her hotel bed and looked at her, she looked so innocent, so much younger than when she was awake. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it he was drawn to her, crawling in next to her, he wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep. Buffy snuggled closer to Nash, before falling into a deeper sleep.
Next Morning
Buffy awoke and cracked open her eyes, groaning as the light shimmered in through the window. Without looking at the clock, Buffy knew that it was nine in the morning, her body had yet to realize that she didn't need to get up that early. Shrugging, Buffy twisted her body, trying to get out of bed, when she felt an arm wrap itself around her waist and pull her back against a very warm, very hard male body. Twisting her head around, she looked at Nash, still deep in a peaceful sleep, by the look of it. She raked her memory, trying to figure out how he ended up in her bed. The last thing that she remembered was Nash telling her about the different matches that happened in a given night and that was it.
Buffy gazed at the man she had saved, a man that she had grown to trust in the few short hours that she had known him. Smiling gently she realized that he must have crawled into bed after her, but he had only held her, nothing more, but it was enough to keep the nightmares at bay. She decided that the only way that she was going to find out why he was in her bed was to wake him. Leaning down she caught his lips, applying pressure to his lips, waiting for him to awake.
Nash crawled through the layers of sleep, to the pleasurable sensation of Buffy's lips pressed to his. Still thinking that he was in some sort of dream, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, while his hands moved through her golden hair. When she tried to pull away, he made a sound of protest and tried to hold her where she was, making the last layers of sleep leave his mind and cloud it with lust.
"And what are you doing in my bed?" Buffy asked, when she had finally managed to drag herself away from him.
"Kissing you." he told her, pulling her down for another drugging kiss, in hopes to deter her for the previous question.
"You know what I meant." Buffy replied, when she regained enough sense to pull away from the misleading kiss.
"Well.." Nash began, quite unsure of how to answer her, without making himself look like an ass, but before he could even contemplate a response the phone rang. He watched as she shot him an amused glance as she answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Buffy."
"Angel." she replied flatly, she was still unsure how to deal with the souled vampire, especially after what had happened in LA. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, why would anything be wrong?"
"It's nine o'clock in the morning, you're kind is generally asleep." Buffy replied in a pain laced tone, she heard him wince over the phone and realized how bitchy she sounded, sure she had the right, but she didn't want to hurt him anymore. "Why are you calling?" she asked on a sigh, trying to distract him from the previous statement.
"To make sure you are alright." he told her softly, she could hear the squeak of leather as he settled into his chair. "How is everything going?"
"Good. I got a job."
"Doing what?"
"Working with the WWE."
"You're wrestler?" he exclaimed incredulously. "Do you know how dangerous that is? You could.."
"I know." Buffy snapped, she had already thought through the arguments, she knew the danger that came with any job that she had. She sighed with relief when she got a beep on the line, knowing that it was going to be Trish. "Look, Angel, I need to go, I've got another call." before he could say anything else, she clicked the flash button and switched calls. "Hello?"
"Hey, you ready?" Trish asked.
"Ya." Buffy replied, looking at Nash. "Just let me get my stuff."
"I'll be to your room in like ten or fifteen minutes." Trish said.
"Alright, see you then."
"Oh! Buffy," Trish said, before she could hang up, "Nash's hotel mate called around, he was missing from his room, you wouldn't know about that, would you?"
"I'll see you in ten." Buffy replied, glaring at Nash, a blush creeping up over her face as she hung up with Trish. "It seems that your hotel mate has the rest of the company in an uproar because you didn't return to your room last night."
"Well, there is a perfectly good explanation for that." he said, getting up from the bed and looking at Buffy "Unfortunately you need to get ready and I would hate to make you late, so I'm gonna go to my room now." he made a break for the door, leaving a smiling Buffy behind.
Mall
"How about this?" Buffy asked holding up a red leopard print shirt that v- ed dangerously in the front and tied around the neck.
"Perfect." Trish announced pulling out a pair of red leopard print leather pants to go with the shirt. "So.."
"So, what?" Buffy asked, avoiding the issue that Trish was clearly trying to get information about.
"Tell me about you and Nash last night."
"Nothing happened." Buffy told her, "What!" she asked when Trish gave her an utter look of disbelieve. "After you left he asked me some questions and I gave answers and then he told me about the WWE. Of course I fell asleep on him at some point, he put me to bed and that was it."
"Really?" Trish asked, she couldn't believe that, that was the only thing that happened.
"Really." Buffy affirmed. "I would tell you if anything actually happened." Trish looked her over and then nodded slowly, realizing that Buffy would have told her, she took honesty and truth way to seriously not to. They picked out several more outfits, one that would be used in the tag team match over Christmas, before they left the mall and returned to the hotel.
"Alright, we will be leaving tonight to go to the next WWE event." Trish told her, "We will be in a van with Nash and Chris Jericho."
"Who is Chris Jericho?" Buffy asked, especially after Trish made a face.
"Did I hear my name?" a man, older than Buffy, but not that old asked, his dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looked over Buffy, making her want to run up to her room and shower. "Chris Jericho. And you are?"
"So not interested." Buffy replied, declining to shake the offered hand, as Trish stifled her laughter.
"You're the new girl."
"Can't get anything by you." Buffy told him, taking Trish's arm and attempting to leave.
"Well, if you need anyone to show you the ropes, I'm you're man."
"That's highly doubtful." Buffy said as she practically dragged Trish from the lobby.
"You sure know how to make enemies." Trish told her, after she had managed to stop laughing long enough that is.
"Yes." Buffy replied, "I've faced worse, so it's hard not to try to take some of these guys down a peg or two."
"Or more." Trish said, thinking of Evolution, Bischoff, and practically everyone else that she had been introduced to.
"I'm not that bad." Buffy protested and Trish looked at her sharply, simply raising an eyebrow, Buffy raised her hands in surrender, "Okay. Okay. So I don't pay well with others, what's wrong with that?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked and Buffy shook her head slowly, realizing that Trish could probably give her a very long list. "I've got a question," Buffy said, "So this Survivor Series thing is going down Sunday." Trish nodded her head, "If Bischoff wins, what's going to happen?"
"Well, Stone Cold would no longer be the General Manager and Bischoff will make everyone's life a living hell."
"Except those that he likes." Buffy said, her thought immediately going to Principle Snyder. "Great. So if he wins, I'm screwed."
"He can't fire you for no reason," Trish promised her and Buffy looked relieved, "But he can try to make your life so miserable that you will want to quite."
"Oh." Buffy replied, "Lucky me. Well, let's hope Stone Cold kicks ass."
Chapter 6
Buffy awoke to the phone ringing in her ears, letting out a sigh she pushed her hair out of her face and glared at the phone hoping however it was would just hang up. Buffy let out a smile of satisfaction when the phone stopped ringing only to start seconds later.
"Whoever this is had better realize that I spent the last week in a van with someone that couldn't believe that I don't want him." Buffy snapped picking up the phone. "Then to top it all off I just got in five hours ago and I have a show tonight..."
"I'm really sorry." Trish said interrupting Buffy before she could get much further. Buffy and Trish had spent most of the week warding off advances from Chris Jericho, while Nash glowered at him from his seat. They had bonded together and Trish finally understood where Buffy was coming from, for the most part, neither person discussed being a vampire slayer.
"It's okay, Trish." Buffy said, giving a huge sigh she realized that the PTB had it in for her and just never wanted to her to get the correct amount of sleep. "What's up?"
"Well," Trish began, "You know how there was Survivor Series last night?"
"Yes." Buffy said after a moments hesitation, she was having a hard time following anything at the moment.
"Well, Stone Cold lost. He's out."
"Shit! That means it's all Bischoff all the time." Buffy glowered at the phone and then sighed, she wondered how long it would take to for Bischoff to fire her. "We still have the match tonight?"
"Yes," Trish said, "That was the other thing. It's a six woman tag, Bischoff said it would be more interesting that way. It will be you, me, and Lita against Victoria and two other people."
"Alright." she replied, "it's kind of like last time, except that it's not a handicap match, right?"
"As far as I know." Trish replied, "So long as none of us piss Bischoff it shouldn't be."
"I wouldn't intentionally piss him off." Buffy said, "Just because I don't get along with him and have a tendency to tell him.. Alright I won't talk to him at all tonight."
"Thank you." she said, "Alright, I need to go, I'm gonna go talk to Lita. So I'll see you later tonight."
"Yea, later." Buffy put the phone back on the hook and looked around for the outlet. Finding it she unplugged the phone and returned to her bed and closed her eyes, letting sleep overtake her.
Later that Night
"Buffy if you don't open the door right now I'm gonna break down the door." a very angry and concerned voice said, plowing through the fog of sleep that surrounded her brain.
"Go away." She mumbled into her pillow, rolling over she looked at the clock. "Shit!" it was seven, she had to be at the stadium in thirty minutes or less. Staggering out of bed, she threw open the door and then made a mad dash for the bathroom. Showering quickly, she threw on a pair of low rise jeans and a tank top, threw her hair into a pony tail and was out the bathroom door and sitting on her bed.
"Sorry." she said, "it's been a long time since I've gotten a good night's sleep without nightmares."
"It's okay," Nash said, watching the tank top go taunt as she bent to tie her shoes, "we were just worried." Buffy looked up when she was done and grabbed her gym bag, having put her wrestling equipment in it earlier, before she passed out on her bed. Nash took the bag from Buffy and slung it over his shoulder, opening her hotel door and closing it after them.
"Do you have any matches tonight?" she asked as they made their way down the elevator and into the lobby, where they were ushered into a van with Trish and Lita.
"No." he replied, nodding to Lita, who was looking at the two of them with interest.
"Hi! I'm Buffy."
"Lita." she offered her hand and Buffy immediately accepted it, shaking it gently, so that she didn't use her slayer strength. "So, we are going against Victoria, Miss Jackie, and Molly Holly."
"Alright, so Victoria is the kind of crazy woman I met last time?" Buffy asked and Trish nodded, stifling the urge to laugh at the description of Victoria.
"Molly Holly and Miss Jackie are both like Victoria."
"Crazy?" Buffy offered when she noticed that Lita was looking for the right word to describe them.
"So," Lita said, "I figure if we leave Buffy for the last, I can go first and Trish second?"
"Sure."
"Why do I have to go last?"
"Because if we put you in first we won't get to wrestle."
"Oh. I didn't realize how watched everything was."
"Not much isn't seen in the WWE." Trish put in and Lita nodded her head, thinking back to her ex-boyfriend Matt Hardy.
"He's on Smackdown." Trish pointed out, as though she could tell where Lita's thoughts were going, as they got out of the van and made their way towards the stadium.
"Not any longer." a young man with black hair pulled back, "I got traded."
"Great." Lita replied with mock enthusiasm.
"Listen, Lita.."
"I gotta go. I'll see you guys inside." Lita said, interrupting Matt and walking off, not bothering to check and see if they agreed. Matt looked over them and then looked the way Lita had gone, before sighing and following her into the stadium. Buffy looked to Trish in question.
"Before the WWE became the WWE it was split up into WWF and WCW." Nash said, startling Trish who had forgotten he was there. "When the WCW began to go under, Vince McMann bought the WCW and the company was split into two separate places Raw and Smackdown. Lita and Matt where an item and then when all of this started going down, Matt changed and Lita broke up with him and he hasn't been the same since."
"Recent?"
"Yea," Trish said shaking her head, "it was pretty recent." she led Nash and Buffy into the stadium.
"So," Buffy said, taking her bag from Nash when they got to the girls changing room. "Are you going to be walking down with me?"
"I can't," he told her and her face began to fall, "But I will be waiting at the top of the ramp for you."
"Alright." she said, turning to walk into the locker, Nash shaking his head as he turned to go to the guys locker room. On impulse, Buffy dropped her stuff at the door, turned and ran catching up with Nash. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him around and pulled him down for a kiss, before breaking it off and walking back to the dressing room, hips swaying.
"That was something." Orton said, whistling as he stepped from the shadows. "What does a fine looking woman like that see in you?"
"Not you." Nash responded, stepping into the dressing room and away from Randy Orton.
Girl's Dressing Room
"Buffy would you stop pacing?" Trish asked as she stretched from her position on the floor.
"Sorry," Buffy said, sitting down next to her and beginning to stretch, "But I'm wired and I have no idea why."
"It could be that blood pumping kiss that you gave to Nash and couple of minutes ago," one of the other girls said, looking at Buffy with a undefinable glint in her eye.
"Could be." Buffy acknowledge, trying to stay on her best behavior so Bischoff wouldn't change the type of match they would be going into.
"You think you're so pretty, because all of the guys are panting after you?" the woman continued, "Well, after the match tonight, nobody will want to look at your ugly face!" the black haired woman stormed out of the room.
"Let me guess," Buffy said, looking at the door, "Molly Holly?"
"Yes," Trish said in surprise, "How did you know?"
"Because I've met Victoria," Buffy reminded her, "And Miss Jackie sounds like a woman that stepped out of the seventeenth century, but wearing clothing of today's style with a kind of a corset top and stretch or spandex pants."
"Sounds about right." Trish murmured and Buffy laughed. "Come on."
"Were are we going?" she asked, still getting up to follow her though.
"We are going to the lobby type area to watch what is going to happen." Trish told her, dragging her off to the lobby, where Nash found them and discreetly slipped his arms around Buffy and pulled back against his chest.
Match
"Ladies and Gentlemen making their way to the ring for the Holiday Tag Match," the announcer said, "Trish Stratus." the crowd cheered as Trish stepped into view wearing a red strapless top and matching pants, with white cotton sewn onto the edges. "Lita." Lita stepped into view wearing a similar outfit to Trish. "And Buffy." Buffy stepped out wearing a red sheathed dress with cotton around the edges, black boots that came up to her knees. They walked down to the ring together and waved to the crowd.
"And introducing their opponents, Miss Jackie." Miss Jackie came out wearing a dress similar to Buffy, "Molly Holly," Molly Holly came out wearing pants and top like Lita and Trish, "And Victoria." Victoria came out wearing a dress also, that buttoned up in the front and had a black belt wrapped around her middle.
The announcer quickly stepped out of the ring as Miss Jackie, Molly Holly, Buffy, and Trish did, the referee focusing on Lita and Victoria. They circled each other, moving only so far before turning the other way, so that neither participate walked in front of the other's corner. Victoria struck first, trying to swipe Lita's feet out from underneath her. Lita jumped over her, hitting the ropes and moving back, close lining Victoria. Climbing onto the ropes, as Victoria struggled to get up, she jumped off and elbowed her in the stomach as she landed on Victoria. Lita struggled as Molly Holly and Miss Jackie pulled her out of the ring, Victoria struggling to her feet. Lita fought them off, getting back into the ring, but Victoria tagged Molly Holly, Lita jumped, slapping Trish's hand.
Trish ran into the ring, close lining Molly Holly and then doing it again when she got back up. She picked Molly up and body slammed her onto the mat, knocking the wind out of her. She pinned her shoulders onto the matt and listened as the ref counted to two, before Molly's shoulder shot up. Picking her up by the hair she kicked her in the stomach and then DDTed her, quickly moving to cover her. The ref counted to three and the match was theirs.
"You bitch!" Victoria hissed entering the ring and knocking Trish from behind. Buffy vaulted over the ropes and slapped Victoria, moving to throw her, when she realized how flimsy her dress was. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Buffy ripped the dress from her, leaving Victoria standing in a Red bra, red thong, and boots, before grabbing Trish and getting out of the ring. Lita and Buffy where laughing so hard, that they were more of a hindrance then a help to Trish who was trying to walk up the ramp.
"Making more friends?" Nash asked, when Buffy stepped into view with her prize.
"No, just making sure the old knew how special they were." Buffy said, and everyone burst out laughing once more. Buffy changed into red leather pants and sparkling red halter top, beofre looking around the room thoughtfully. Taking the Victoria's red dress she hung it up in the room, for all to see.
"She's going to kill you." Lita said, still laughing.
"Nah." Buffy said, "Besides I think the room needed a little more decoration, don't you think?" Lita laughed again as Buffy left the room, whistling a happy tune.
Later that night
"He's doing good." Buffy said, commenting on Shawn Michael's match. She had become very protective of the few friends that she did have in the WWE, even though she had yet to meet everyone and she wasn't too sure that she wanted to.
"He won the title last time he was here, also." Nash told her, everyone enthralled by the show going on the television.
"Why that rotten snake!" Buffy hissed, when she saw that Triple H had his title belt. She got up and moved towards the door, silently, no one but Nash noticing that she was leaving. She made her way down the ramp and around the ring, catching Nature Boy by surprise, she decked him, sending him sprawling back into the protective barrier, as the match carried on.
"Don't move." she hissed, dragging him up and making him watch as Triple H was pinned. She let him go and raced into the ring, hugging Shawn. "Great Job."
"Thanks for the help." he said, nodding towards Nature Boy.
"Winner of the match and still champion, Triple H." Bischoff announced and Shawn and Buffy looked at him in shock. "Buffy, since you're knew, let me explain, in a championship match if there is a tie then the belt goes back to the winner.
"But there wasn't a tie."
"Show the replay." Bischoff said, "now, if you look Shawn has Triple H pinned, but his shoulders are also touching the match." Bischoff looked gloatingly at Shawn and Buffy. "So, you see it was a tie."
"Asshole." she muttered, decking him, as Shawn got Triple H and Flair. They walked up the ramp together, stopping when Bischoff began to speak.
"I've wanted to do this since I met you." Bischoff told them, "you're fired!" they flipped him off and walked off back stage, where Nash was waiting for Buffy. Neither saw Stone Cold go by them, didn't even notice him, until they heard his voice.
"Shawn Michaels, Buffy you are rehired." they heard and moved to where they could see the ring, "I think that Shawn did such a great job that he deserves a rematch." Bischoff went to speak but Stone Cold cut him off with a stunner, Buffy cheered as she watched Bischoff fall onto the mat's for a second time that night, "There's a new sheriff in town."