A Restless Revival
Authors: lirpa - liroa15yahoo.ca
shana -
Dedication: To all those who have inspired us.
Distribution: Our site, if you want it just ask.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss and Titan Entertainment, not to us. If they really did this wouldn't be on the internet.
A.N: This fic just needed to be written, or at least we thought that it did. For those who are just tired of always running into Willow fics, and not much else. Also, Faith never went evil in out little world, k? Set after the end of the third season.
Shana
A Restless Revival: Chapter Two
By: lirpa and shana
Next Monday, Raw
Buffy waited impatiently behind the curtain, waiting for Hunter's music to hit. That was her cue, the stage hand had explained. Hunter's music would hit, which would distract him from his match. All she'd have to do was go stand at the top of the stage. The plan was for Hunter to act so shocked that his opponent would get the drop on him, and the pin, and the win. It wasn't hard, but Buffy was still nervous. And she still had a live interview to contend with later tonight as well.
And then the music hit and Buffy made her way to the top of the stairs and out onto the stage, taking a deep breath as she pushed aside the curtain. She'd purposely chosen clothes that made her look innocent and young, a cute plaid skirt and a white blouse. Only her three inch stilettos, courtesy of Faith, declared she wasn't am innocent eighteen year old.
Hunter was standing facing her, gaping, and Buffy felt a little thrill run down her spine, just like all week. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to the man, although Faith hadn't noticed yet. Buffy didn't think that her luck on that score would hold out much longer.
And then Hunter's opponent for the night rolled him up neatly for the pin and got the hell out of dodge, leaving Hunter fuming as she walked off stage.
Faith sat in the locker room she and Buffy were sharing. Apparently, being friends with the CEO of the company had its perks. They didn't have to share a locker room like the rest of the Divas.
There was a knock at the door, and thinking it was Hunter, Faith called, "Come in, it's open." The man who entered was not Hunter though, not even close.
"Hey," the man greeted her casually. "Is Buffy around?"
"Naw. She just went up. She should be back soon. You can wait if you'd like," Faith offered kindly.
"No, I'll come back later."
"Who should I tell her was here?" She asked of his retreating back.
"Shawn Michaels." And then he was gone before she could even think of a suitable reply.
Less than five minutes later Buffy reappeared. Breathless, and glowing.
"You should have heard them, Faith," she enthused.
"I did," faith replied, pointing towards a small monitor set up in the room. "You looked great out there, B."
"Thanks."
"Some guy came looking for you tough," Faith offered.
"Hunter?"
"Not Hunter. Shawn Michaels, I think he said his name was."
Buffy swore.
"What?" Faith demanded.
"That's the guy I'm suppose to be working with, Hunter's ex- best friend."
"So?" Faith asked. "He said he'd come back."
"Before the interview?"
"You're going to do great on the interview. Just remember, your name is Hope, and you're Hunter's little sister."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'll remember. What are you doing?"
"Interfering in one Randy Orton's match. Hunter said he'd bring him by so we could talk."
"Cool." Buffy sat down and seemed to disappear into her whole little world, no doubt planning what she would say.
There came another knock on the door moments later. Again, Faith called, "Come in, it's open."
This time it was Hunter with another man about as tall as he was trailing behind him.
"Randy meet Faith and Hope," he introduced.
"Don't worry about it. B's trying to decide what she wants to say tonight. Now how do you want to do this thing?" She asked practically.
Randy was a little shocked at her utter practicality but they soon came up with a workable plan.
AS Randy and Hunter departed, Faith got up and stretched. "How much longer until your interview, B?" She asked.
"Fifteen minutes," Buffy replied without shifting even a muscle.
"You want to get back to that set. 'Cause I got to go talk with Linda for a moment."
"About what?"
"Our contracts."
"What about them?"
"Whether or not we're going to end up in a farce of a match like those other two."
"I don't think that Linda would do that to us."
"You never know, and it can't hurt to check."
Buffy got up. "Fine, let's go. I've got to talk to the interviewer anyway." Both Slayers navigated their way through the labyrinthine arena with ease. After leaving Buffy with the interviewer, Faith made for Bischoff's office where Linda was spending the night.
She got there just in time to see Buffy go on.
The interviewer pretended to catch up with Buffy as she was headed out of the arena.
"Excuse me," he called. Buffy turned, on cue. She looked sweet and young, just like Linda wanted. The fans would never be able to guess that she was a fighter without equal.
"Yes?"
"The fans of the WWE are wondering who you are and what you're doing here," the man stated. "Could you explain it for us?"
Buffy smiled. "Of course. My name is Hope. And as to why I'm here, I'm disgusted with my brothers actions as of late, turning on his best friend. I came to stop him." And with that she walked off, leaving the poor man calling after her, "But who's your brother?"
And then the shot cut to Hunter, wandering around the arena, shouting for Hope. He was even asking the production crew if they'd seen her. No one had.
"Now what can I do for you, Faith?" Linda asked pleasantly.
"I'm just here to tell you that B and I won't be made fools of out there."
Linda continued smiling. "Of course not. Now, you'd better hurry, or you'll miss your spot."
"Shit!" Faith swore and took off like a rocket. She arrived behind the curtain out of breath but early.
She had no obvious cue, like Buffy had, so she waited a couple of minutes worried that she was going to miss her cue. She didn't though, coming out in just enough time to trip Randy's opponent for the night and send him sprawling, allowing Randy to get the win.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as they backed up the ramp, keeping an eye on the man getting up slowly in the ring. It had gone off without a hitch.
Meanwhile In Sunnydale
"What the hell?" Xander yelped, nearly spewing soda all over the TV He was currently indulging in his one secret vice, wrestling. He preferred Raw to Smackdown, but they were both good, at least in his estimation.
But what the hell were Buffy, or Hope, and Faith doing on WWE programming. When he'd first seen Buffy standing at the top of the stage, he's dismissed her as a mere look-a-like. Even during the interview he'd been able to continue to deny that Hope was indeed Buffy. And Faith's appearance only moments had only solidified that niggling doubt that he'd been plagued by since Buffy first appeared. Buffy had left town with Faith, claiming that she could no longer stand to live in Sunnydale. Joyce had been heartbroken.
Shaking himself, Xander did the only thing he could, he phoned Willow and arranged a Scooby meeting at Giles' place for tomorrow morning.
The Next Morning
"Xander?" Giles questioned. "You called this meeting, so perhaps you could explain?" The question was the very epitome of British courtesy.
"I know where Buffy and Faith are," he announce without preamble.
Calamity broke out as everyone tired to speak at once, even the normally quiet Oz.
"Quiet!" Xander bellowed. "I don't know where the girls are exactly, but I know who they're working for now."
"Who?"
"The WWE."
"WWE?" That was Willow, confused as to what exactly the WWE was. The others didn't seem to be much better. They were all clueless.
Xander sighed. "Professional wrestling," he explained.
Giles was the first to speak. "Good Lord."
Xander swallowed, glad that no one had asked him exactly how he knew where the girls had run off to. "Yeah," he managed.
"So what do we do?" Willow demanded.
"Their headquarters is in Stanford, Connecticut. One of us has to go there and try to talk some sense into them," Xander managed to bite out.
"Of course," Giles replied. "But who?"
"I can't go," Willow replied almost immediately. "I have school."
"And I have work," Xander added guiltily.
Oz said nothing, but his eyes said it all. If Willow wasn't going, neither was he.
"I suppose then, I must go," Giles replied. "She was my Slayer, after all."
"And you're almost like a father to her, G-man," Xander enthused.
"Yeah," Willow agreed. "Buffy will listen to you." As usual Oz said nothing, but his eyes shone with his approval of the plan. Sunnydale needed its Slayer.
Later that Evening
Buffy and Faith sat down with a copy of the broadcast obtained from the production truck earlier in the evening, in the hotel room they were sharing for the night.
"C'mon, B" Faith wheedled. "We'll watch the tape, and then we'll go out and slay, okay?" Buffy eager to see the final product of their hard work, agreed.
They cued the tape and settled in to see exactly what Tvland had seen, and what the announcers had thought of their debuts tonight.
The camera zoomed in on Buffy standing at the top of the ramp, while the commentators screamed into their microphones. "Who is this mysterious woman and what does she want with Triple H?" And, of course, the "King's" comments about her puppies.
Next on the agenda was Buffy interview. That, Faith already knew, had turned out well on camera. After Buffy walked away, Faith nearly laughed as "King" and "J.R." who Hope's brother was. The man didn't have a clue.
And finally there was only Faith's debut left. It seemed so much quicker to Faith on tape. And as she wrapped her arms around Randy and grinned over his shoulder, she could clearly near "J.R." demanding, "Who is this jezebel?" and the "King" replying. "Who cares? She's hot."
"Okay," Buffy stated. "We've seen the tape, now, let's go slay some vamps."
Fini Chapter Two.