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 Four
By: lirpa and shana
Shawn appeared first, microphone in hand while Hunter, Faith, and the rest of Evolution stood, looking insulted, in the ring.
"Now we all know what kind of woman your girlfriend is, Hunter." And the crowd cheered.
"So, imagine my surprise when a real young lady approached me after last week's show with a proposition for me."
Hunter smiled. "And who would your real lady be, Shawn?" Hunter smirked.
"Oh, I believe that you already know her. But for the people who don't, yet, I'd like to introduce you to Hope Helmsley."
And out Buffy came, in all her finery, and Shawn handed her the mic.
"Hello, Hunter," she purred.
"Hope! What are you doing here? You could get hurt!"
Buffy smiled. "Didn't you hear what I told the nice man last week? I'm disgusted with your behavior. Before I couldn't do anything about it. But I'm eighteen now, and you can't keep me in Grenwich any more."
"Hope, it's not safe for you here," Hunter objected.
"Where would I be safer? Shawn's promised to protect me. What more could I need? After all, he's never broken a promise to me."
"Hope..." Hunter began.
"Enough!"
Faith grabbed the microphone out of Hunter's hand. "So you think that you play with the big girls now Hope?" She sneered.
"I don't think I'll have any trouble handling whores like you, Faith," Buffy replied.
"How, 'bout we put that to the test. You and me, next week. No disqualification."
"How 'bout it," Buffy replied. "I'll see you in the ring next week."
"It's on, bitch," Faith hissed, and they both indulged in a little trash talk while Hunter looked on, acting torn.
And they went to commercial break and everyone climbed out of the ring.
Later that Evening
Shawn had suggested that they have a night out on the town, to celebrate their amazing work tonight on Raw, which had impressed the management and the rest of the back, which had Torrie fuming.
So now they were sitting in a bar, which Buffy was fairly sure Faith shouldn't have even been allowed in. Luckily, the barkeep hadn't thought to demand identification. Buffy was sure that the drinking age in this state was twenty-one.
After a couple of beers, Buffy had felt more comfortable curling up under Hunter's arm while Faith and Shawn put on a pretty impressive display of dirty dancing, even though Shawn claimed that he couldn't dance.
"They look like they're having fun," Buffy stated.
"They do," Hunter agreed, while Randy came back with yet another round of beers. He set them on the table, and settled back into the booth.
"they're really going at it, aren't they?" He observed.
"That's Faith for you," Buffy replied, taking a drink from her half full glass.
"How long have you known her for?" Hunter queried.
Buffy shrugged. "Six months maybe. She moved into my town sometime during my last year of high school, which was just last year. She's a wild one though."
Just then, a man that had to have been at least seven feet tall, with long blonde hair, walked into the bar. While he looked dangerous, Buffy sensed that he was completely one hundred percent human.
"Kev," Hunter called. "We're back here."
Buffy watched as the man Hunter had called "Kev," worked his way around the fairly small dance floor.
"What exactly does Shawn think he's doing?" The big man asked.
"He's dancing," Hunter replied. "It wasn't exactly his idea. But how do you tell her no?" Hunter indicated Faith with a wave of his hand.
Kevin turned to look at the dance floor. "True." Then he sat down next to a stunned looking Randy.
Eventually, with mush pleading, Shawn managed to convince Faith to leave the dance floor. She seemed to be of the opinion that practice would make him into a better dancer.
"Kev," Shawn cried, seeing the bigger man, and looping an arm around his shoulders in a loose hug, "it's good to see you."
"You too, Shawn. But I thought that you'd given up dancing to protect the rest of us."
Faith laughed. "He's not that bad. He'll get better with practice."
"You weren't watching him," Buffy said giggling, the effects of the beer she'd been drinking clear in her behavior.
"Okay, B, you need to slow the amount of beer you're drinking down."
Buffy just giggled again. Everything Faith was saying seemed inordinately funny.
"B, you gotta get out more if you're drunk already."
"Like you could do much better, Faith."
"Hello, bad girl, here."
The men could not contain their laughter at the running dialogue between the two Slayers.
Kevin's laughter caused Buffy to glare at him. "What are you laughing at, blondie?"
Hunter was shaking with laughter by this point, so Buffy poked him, hard.
Hunter let out a squeal of pain. This caused Faith to shoot Buffy a warning glare. Everyone else just kept right on laughing.
"All I'm saying, B, is that you've got to watch yourself. You could have given something away last night."
"Okay, Faith. I get it, I won't drink as much next time. God, I made such a fool out of myself."
"It happens, B. Don't dwell on it."
Both women entered the Divas locker room. Buffy needed to be here for a spot before their match later on.
The first thing that both Slayers noticed was that the annoying blonde from before was present.
"Well, if it isn't the new girls," The blonde snarled in a nasty voice.
"Leave them alone, Torrie," another voluptuous blonde called.
Several of the Divas, who had been giggling, quickly shut up.
Torrie got up with a snarl and a sneer twisting her lips. "This isn't over," she shrieked. "I'm going to Bischoff, he'll set you two straight."
"Really scared, blondie," Faith called at her retreating back.
The absolute quiet in the locker room was unnerving. That is until the other blonde stepped forward, hand extended, "I'm Trish, by the way."
Buffy shook the blonde's, Trish's, hand. "I'm Buffy, and this is Faith."
"Nice to meet you," Faith said from behind Buffy. "Anyway, B, I got to go find the boys."
"Yeah. That's cool. We going to meet here before out match?"
"I'll be by." With that as her parting, the dark Slayer disappeared out the door.
Buffy thought that her little segment before the match went well, but found herself wondering how Faith's went. Faith was supposed to getting advice from Evolution with Hunter still acting reluctant.
Buffy turned to the monitor, hoping to catch some of Faith's piece.
The last match ended and the camera turned to the back. The shot was of Evolution's dressing room. Faith was sitting in a skimpy black outfit listening intently to Evolution. And Buffy couldn't help but chuckle a little a Faith's complete lack of modesty. Her bad girl personality was really helping her develop her character.
The fan's cheers were still ringing in Buffy's ears as she made her way to the back. The crowd had been thrilled when Hunter's appearance had distracted Faith allowing Hope to get the win. Hunter and Faith had still been arguing in the ring when Buffy made her exit.
Trish was the first to congratulate her went she got back to the Divas locker room. She'd been equally free with her praise of Faith when she finally appeared.
Trish, was in fact, just finishing telling Faith how awesome she'd been when a knock sounded on the door. Faith got up, and opened the door. On the other side of it were the most mismatched pair of men she'd see in a while. One was huge and imposing. The other was smaller and jovial looking.
"Is Trish in?" The smaller one asked.
"Sure, I'll get her," Faith turned and called for Trish. The blonde promptly appeared.
"Kane, Rob, come in! Do you two mind?"
Both Slayers shook their heads, and Faith opened the door wider so both men could enter.
"Buffy and Faith, these gentlemen are Kane and Rob Van Damn. Kane's the really tall one. Guys, this is Buffy and Faith," Trish pointed to each girl as she introduced them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Rob said. Kane simply nodded.
"Anyway, Trish," Rob said, turning back to the larger blonde, "we were wondering if you needed a ride back to the hotel?"
"I do actually. Can I consider this an offer?"
"Sure."
"Then thanks. I'll meet you out back after the show."
"We'll see you there. It's been a pleasure ladies," Rob murmured, and Kane just nodded again on the way out.
"That was Rob and Kane," Trish murmured after the door closed. "Both are really good guys. They always check to make sure I have a ride because I got stranded at an arena once."
"Yeah, they really seem to be awesome," Buffy commented.
Buffy began to pack her stuff into her bags. They were planning to return to do a quick patrol before they returned to the hotel that most of the WWE talent, including them, were staying at. In her packing, Buffy found a piece of paper. Opening it, she read the stylized writing there.
THIS ENDS TONIGHT. MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT TONIGHT!!
Picking up her bag, Buffy went to find Faith. They had to decide what to do about this. It was serious. They hadn't even been here a month, and they were already receiving threats.
Running into Faith on her way to the Evolution locker room, Buffy thrust the note into her sister Slayer's hands.
"What should we do about it," she asked after a moment.
"I say we start our patrol here, and get this little problem out of our hair. We don't need enemies pooping out of the woodwork later on."
"Even if it's only a disgruntled human?"
"Even then. We just got to deal with it. It is, after all, the perfect test of strength control."
"So, we do it."
"We've got to."
"Then..."
"To the parking lot."
Fini Chapter Four.