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Fan- I haven't decided on the whole Beating of Larry yet. I mtie put him in later.
Sigma-1: I don't like Triple H, I think he's ann ass. If you thought he was over the top, it was nothing compared to what happened on Raw last week. He totally humiliated and hurt this poor guy who just wanted to be part of the WWE. So grr to him. And I was hoping it was a little different.
Darklight- Faith has self esteem issues so let's hope Jericho helps her out.
Polgara-5: HAH I got you hooked. Yeah I thought I had pulled away too until a couple months ago, watched one show and bam was watching again... you should start watching again hehehe, I know you want to.
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It was two days after the Raw taping and Faith was in the ring across from Chris Jericho.
"I don't know if this is a good idea." She said, a bit nervous.
"You'll do fine, trust me." Chris assured her. "Just imagine they're Vampires."
Faith shook her head. "Bad idea."
"Why?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to be staking people in the middle of the ring."
"Right. Okay, imagine they're vampires without the whole staking thing."
"Don't know if that's even a good idea." She muttered to herself.
After Chris had asked her about a higher paying job, his cell phone had rung and it was the owner of the WWE, Vince McMahon. He wanted to know who she was and where she learned to wrestle.
She had told him her name was Faye-Elizabeth and she had never learned to wrestle but she was very athletic.
He was convinced that she was a natural and just the type of talent they were looking for, especially since Lita would no longer be able to wrestle, due to her pregnancy.
Faith politely declined. As cool as it seemed, how was she supposed to wrestle, she could take on every single wrestler there with very little problem, not that she was about to tell him that.
But Mr. McMahon would not take no for an answer, apparently neither would Chris. They both kept badgering her telling her it was a wonderful opportunity and it would be insane to give it up. SO finally Faith relented and said yes but she had two conditions. She wanted proper training from Chris and only Chris and she didn't want a match until she gave to say so, so she could get enough training.
Everyone agreed but Vince said that she had to start walking Chris out there right away. The fans already loved her for what she did to Evolution.
And that was how Faith became a member off the WWE.
She hung up the phone and turned to Chris. "Something tells me this is a bad idea."
"Why would you say that?"
She sighed. "Cause I don't belong here Chris, I don't deserve this."
"What's happened to you Liz?" He took a step towards her, lightly tracing a finger down her cheek.
She jumped back as though she had been burned.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Something has happened to you, I can tell. You seem so sad and you try to push everything away."
Faith shrugged but didn't say anything.
Chris, seeing the look on her face decided to drop it and try something else. "How did you find out about Vampires?"
She laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." He said flopping back onto her bed. "I'm not going anywhere."
Faith went to sit on the bed but decided to take a seat in the chair on the other side of the room.
"My story goes back a bit." She replied. "My dad, I never knew, my mom died when I was fifteen. Instead of going to some home, I left, living out on the streets. I lived day-to-day trying to survive. Then one night, I was in an alley when I got cornered, pretty much like you. When their faces changed, I thought I was going to die but then someone showed up and threw a stake at me saying I would know what to do."
"Did you?" Chris asked.
She nodded. "It was like second nature to me."
"Why though, and who was that person?"
"That person was my first Watcher and I knew what to do because without realizing it I had been called."
"Called as what?" Chris asked confused.
Faith took a deep breath. Unlike Buffy she never gave away her status as a Slayer to people who weren't aware of the supernatural but Chris was pretty much aware now. If he could grasp Vampires, he'd probably understand Slayers.
"Into every generation, a Slayer is born, one girl with all the strength and skill to stop the demons and Vampires and whatever else is out there. I don't know the whole speech, that's what the Watchers were for."
Chris sat up, staring at her with wide eyes. "Okay, so I got the whole Vampires and demon thing last night but you're saying that there is one girl meant to stop it, all by herself?"
"Technically, yes."
"And you're this one girl?"
"This is where it gets a little more confusing."
"Oh boy." Chris muttered.
"There was this one Slayer and she was different then all the others. Slayers are meant to be alone, to not have any friends. They live alone, they train alone, they die alone. It was how it was supposed to be. But this Slayer had friends who helped her and when she died one night, she was resurrected by one of her friends. But the problem was that she was technically dead but just long enough to have the next girl called."
"You?" Chris asked.
Faith shook her head. "No it was this girl named Kendra. Another thing about Slayers is they don't live long. They are usually called when they are fifteen and are usually dead before they turn eighteen. Kendra didn't last long, which resulted in me being called. I was the last Slayer ever called."
Chris began to look really nervous. "Uhh, Liz, you say they're dead by the time they're eighteen. How old are you?"
Faith smirked. "Quit looking so scared I'm twenty two."
He let out a sigh of relief.
Faith's smirk grew. "Don't see why you're looking so scared though, I don't see what my age should mean to you."
Chris flushed red. "Well, uhh, no reason, just thinking about legal issues... for the WWE, yeah, for them."
Faith softly chuckled.
"So that must mean you're pretty good then, huh?"
Faith looked away, her smile dropping. "Nah, I've just been lucky. Buffy on the other hand is still kicking and she's died twice."
"She'd the Slayer you were talking about, the one who had friends?"
Faith nodded and Chris couldn't hold back his snort.
"What kind of name is Buffy?"
"Not much better then Faye-Elizabeth."
"I like your name." Chris protested.
It was her turn to snort. "That's funny, considering it's not even my real name.
He raised an eyebrow. "No? What is it then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She said with a teasing smile. "But as I was saying. Buffy is twenty four and she'd been at it since she was fifteen."
"But she died twice?"
"Yup was dead for a few moths the second time but was resurrected by one of her friends, a witch."
"We're bringing Witches into this?"
"And it's only the beginning."
"Have you ever died?" Chris asked.
"Nah like I've said I've been lucky."
He nodded. "So it's up to you and Buffy to save the world, huh?"
"It was until a year and a half ago."
"Why do I have a feeling this is going to be more confusing?" he muttered.
"Cause it will be. Red, the witch did this powerful spell while we were facing the biggest evil of all time and she unlocked the power in all Potential Slayers, turning them into Slayers, so there are a hell of a lot us out there now."
Chris's jaw dropped. "I've never come across one until you."
She gave him a pointed look. "I wouldn't be surprised if you have. Until you were endangered, you were part of the blissfully ignorant population."
She let out a sigh, standing up. "Look what I said, you can't say to anyone."
He nodded. "But you got to tell me your real name."
"Nice try buddy. But thanks." She replied. "For the job too but you're going to have to go now, I gotta patrol."
"I told you I wasn't leaving." He replied with a cheeky smile.
"Then stay for all I care."
"I meant you, I'm not leaving you until I figure you out."
Faith went to the door. "You figure me out and you'll be running in the other direction."
"I somehow doubt that."
"I don't."
Faith left the room, going on an extra long patrol. When she returned, Chris was asleep on the bed. Grabbing a blanket, she covered him up.
"Faith." She whispered. "My name's Faith."
Chris's eyes fluttered. "I like that name better." He mumbled, grabbing her and pulling her down beside her.
Faith tensed up but Chris didn't do anything, just pulled her closer and fell asleep. After a long while, she drifted off too.
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So that's how she ended up with the job and now she was across from Chris, having her first ever 'training' session. She really wanted to find out how well she could wrestle without using her full strength.
"Come at me." Chris said. "I'll clothesline you and then you'll do it to me."
"Don't hold back." She smirked running at him.
But he did, she could tell. It was a weak clothesline and if she didn't let herself go with it, she probably would have knocked him down.
She stood up and turned to face him. "I told you not to hold back."
"I didn't want to hurt you." He protested. "Now hold out your arm like I did, except, give it your all when I come at you, kay?"
"Are you sure you want that?"
He nodded.
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."
He came at her and she knocked him down pretty hard but didn't use her full strength. She then grabbed his legs and turned him around, putting him in his own signature move.
He tapped after two seconds.
She let go and he rolled away, gasping for air.
"You're a lot stronger then you look."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He gasped, standing up.
"Oh, but I should be." She said trying to look innocent. "You told me to not hold back but I did."
He gave her a weary look. "All right, what am I missing here? After what you just did, you don't need any training. You can be women's champ by next Raw."
She nodded. "I could but I do need the training. That whole Slayer thing yeah well its not just strength, it's super strength."
He nodded in understanding; after all, he had just witnessed it first hand.
"Then if you're so strong, you really don't need training. Screw Women's champ, you can become the WWE champion."
"And have everyone think what? Why do you think I made a deal with Vince to have you train me and to not have a match till I say so?"
"I don't know."
"I need to find a way to tone down my strength so it's fair."
"That's very noble of you, you could've done a hell of a lot worse to Triple H and Orton last night."
"I don't want to hurt anyone." She said sadly.
He hated it when she got upset so he changed the subject.
"Where did you learn my move?"
This caused her to break out into a grin. "Found some old tapes. You used to be a real jackass, huh?"
He nodded, looking ashamed. Not something I'm proud of."
"WE all do things we're not proud of." She said quietly.
"What about you?"
"I've done lots, now will you quit it?"
"I'm just curious."
She raised a brow. "Curiosity killed the cat."
"I'm not a cat." He replied.
"May as well be if you keep it up."
He laughed. "It can't be that bad, not like you're a serial killer or something."
Faith laughed along with him but it was strained.
"You know what, I uhh, forgot something, yeah, I have to go." She said, jumping out of the ring.
"Faith wait."
But she didn't, she grabbed her bag and ran out of the gym.
"Really got to work on that." He muttered to himself, wondering at the same time what it was exactly he was meant to work on. Sighing, he jumped out of the ring to follow her.
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Chris Jericho looked around the parking lot, wondering which direction Faith had gone.
Faith he loved that name even more. Too bad she didn't have faith in herself.
He really had to get a grip on himself. He knew the girl for three days but he was falling, and fast. Maybe it was the mystery surrounding her. He couldn't quite figure her out and that just made him want to be around her more. He leaned up against a tree looking in all directions.
"Let me guess, she also has super speed?" He muttered to himself.
"Good guess." A voice said.
He looked around but couldn't find the source of the voice. Something hit him on the head and he looked up.
"Faith." He said in surprise. "How did you get up there?"
She was up on the first limb but it had to be a good fifteen feet up.
"I jumped." She replied.
He shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Anything else about you super?"
Yes." She replied with an evil grin. "But I don't think it's appropriate to talk about in public."
His eyebrow's shot up and he cleared his throat, trying not to imagine what exactly she was implying.
"So why are you up there?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I dunno, seemed cool at the time."
Without warning, she jumped, landing gracefully beside him.
"I don't know what I said, but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't." She replied. "I'm five by five."
"I take it that means good?"
"Take it how you want." She replied.
"What did I say?" He asked, curious.
"Nothing."
"Then why did you run out of there like there was a fire?"
"Would you believe me if I said there was?"
He shook his head.
"Tough, that's the best you're gonna get." She replied. "So how bout we do some wrestling? Maybe I can show you how it's done."
"Keep dreaming, when it comes to wrestling, nobody is better then Y2J."
"Give it up dude, I had you tapping out of your own move in like 2 seconds."
"I wasn't ready for it." He weakly protested.
Faith laughed. "C'mon, this time I'll go easy on you."
Chris laughed with her before changing the subject. "Listen Faith, some of the guys and girls are going out tonight, did you want to go?"
Already Faith was shaking her head. "I don't drink."
"You don't have to. I won't either. We'll have root beers all night."
Faith had to smile, he really was sweet.
"So I take that as a yes?" he asked, seeing her smile.
She didn't say anything.
Chris sighed. "Fine, I didn't want to tell you just yet but you and Lita are the guests of honor."
Faith looked at him surprised.
"Everyone is curious about you, so they want to meet you and Lita because she just found out she was pregnant. See, someone else who won't be drinking so you can't say no."
Faith was silent for a few moments as she stared at Chris's hopeful, pleading face.
"Fine." She said, "I'll go but if I don't stay long, deal with it, I don't do well in that type of environment."
"That's all right, I'll watch out for you."
Faith grinned. "You sure it isn't you I should be watching out for?"
He laughed, throwing an arm around her. "You're never going to let me live that down, huh?"
She poked him in the side. "Not in this lifetime."
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"What to wear, what to wear." Faith muttered to herself, throwing her clothes across the room.
When she left, she had brought all her clothes with her but that wasn't very many. Gone were her too revealing too tight leather outfits. Now all her clothes looked more suitable for the gym. She had seen what the other divas wore and realized that she would have to buy new clothes that were more suitable to her old tastes.
"Finally." She yelled in triumph, throwing a pair of track pants across the room and coming up with her only pair of jeans.
Straightening up, she looked around her room and thought it was a good thing she still wasn't sharing a room. That was thanks to Chris, who realized she would need it to go out patrolling.
Pulling on her jeans, she reached into her bag, pulling out a black tank top. Pulling it over her head, She then grabbed her boots, the one thing she couldn't part with although she rarely wore them.
Standing up, she did a quick look over in the mirror. Makeup she would have to do without. She hadn't bought any since they settled down in Cleveland.
There was a knock on the door and she opened it, revealing Chris on the other side in blue jeans and a black shirt.
"You look beautiful." He whispered to Faith.
She burst out laughing. "Dude, we got a problem. These are the nicest clothes I own and I don't own any make up."
"That doesn't matter, you still look great."
"Okay, so I'll go on Raw dressed like this, every single week."
He shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it, we'll fix it."
He held out a hand to her, "You ready?"
"No." She replied, stepping past him.
"I like that you're blunt."
"That's good, it's who I am. Just remember, I'm not Faith." She reminded him as they stepped into the elevator.
"You can trust these guys."
She adamantly shook her head. "I don't care, I don't want anyone to know."
He nodded.
They reached the lobby and Chris led her up to a small group of four people.
"Liz, this is Edge, Stacey Kiebler, Matt Hardy, and Lita."
She nodded at each of them in turn, Giving Lita a quick Congrats, who smiled and rubbed her stomach.
"Everyone, this is Faye-Elizabeth."
"Ready to party?" Edge asked with a big smile.
Faith gave them a small smile. "I'm not much of a partier but I'll see if I can keep up."
The group laughed and headed out into the Miami night.
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Btchiechrissy
Spammer
Fan- I haven't decided on the whole Beating of Larry yet. I mtie put him in later.
Sigma-1: I don't like Triple H, I think he's ann ass. If you thought he was over the top, it was nothing compared to what happened on Raw last week. He totally humiliated and hurt this poor guy who just wanted to be part of the WWE. So grr to him. And I was hoping it was a little different.
Darklight- Faith has self esteem issues so let's hope Jericho helps her out.
Polgara-5: HAH I got you hooked. Yeah I thought I had pulled away too until a couple months ago, watched one show and bam was watching again... you should start watching again hehehe, I know you want to.
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It was two days after the Raw taping and Faith was in the ring across from Chris Jericho.
"I don't know if this is a good idea." She said, a bit nervous.
"You'll do fine, trust me." Chris assured her. "Just imagine they're Vampires."
Faith shook her head. "Bad idea."
"Why?"
"I don't think it's a good idea to be staking people in the middle of the ring."
"Right. Okay, imagine they're vampires without the whole staking thing."
"Don't know if that's even a good idea." She muttered to herself.
After Chris had asked her about a higher paying job, his cell phone had rung and it was the owner of the WWE, Vince McMahon. He wanted to know who she was and where she learned to wrestle.
She had told him her name was Faye-Elizabeth and she had never learned to wrestle but she was very athletic.
He was convinced that she was a natural and just the type of talent they were looking for, especially since Lita would no longer be able to wrestle, due to her pregnancy.
Faith politely declined. As cool as it seemed, how was she supposed to wrestle, she could take on every single wrestler there with very little problem, not that she was about to tell him that.
But Mr. McMahon would not take no for an answer, apparently neither would Chris. They both kept badgering her telling her it was a wonderful opportunity and it would be insane to give it up. SO finally Faith relented and said yes but she had two conditions. She wanted proper training from Chris and only Chris and she didn't want a match until she gave to say so, so she could get enough training.
Everyone agreed but Vince said that she had to start walking Chris out there right away. The fans already loved her for what she did to Evolution.
And that was how Faith became a member off the WWE.
She hung up the phone and turned to Chris. "Something tells me this is a bad idea."
"Why would you say that?"
She sighed. "Cause I don't belong here Chris, I don't deserve this."
"What's happened to you Liz?" He took a step towards her, lightly tracing a finger down her cheek.
She jumped back as though she had been burned.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Something has happened to you, I can tell. You seem so sad and you try to push everything away."
Faith shrugged but didn't say anything.
Chris, seeing the look on her face decided to drop it and try something else. "How did you find out about Vampires?"
She laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." He said flopping back onto her bed. "I'm not going anywhere."
Faith went to sit on the bed but decided to take a seat in the chair on the other side of the room.
"My story goes back a bit." She replied. "My dad, I never knew, my mom died when I was fifteen. Instead of going to some home, I left, living out on the streets. I lived day-to-day trying to survive. Then one night, I was in an alley when I got cornered, pretty much like you. When their faces changed, I thought I was going to die but then someone showed up and threw a stake at me saying I would know what to do."
"Did you?" Chris asked.
She nodded. "It was like second nature to me."
"Why though, and who was that person?"
"That person was my first Watcher and I knew what to do because without realizing it I had been called."
"Called as what?" Chris asked confused.
Faith took a deep breath. Unlike Buffy she never gave away her status as a Slayer to people who weren't aware of the supernatural but Chris was pretty much aware now. If he could grasp Vampires, he'd probably understand Slayers.
"Into every generation, a Slayer is born, one girl with all the strength and skill to stop the demons and Vampires and whatever else is out there. I don't know the whole speech, that's what the Watchers were for."
Chris sat up, staring at her with wide eyes. "Okay, so I got the whole Vampires and demon thing last night but you're saying that there is one girl meant to stop it, all by herself?"
"Technically, yes."
"And you're this one girl?"
"This is where it gets a little more confusing."
"Oh boy." Chris muttered.
"There was this one Slayer and she was different then all the others. Slayers are meant to be alone, to not have any friends. They live alone, they train alone, they die alone. It was how it was supposed to be. But this Slayer had friends who helped her and when she died one night, she was resurrected by one of her friends. But the problem was that she was technically dead but just long enough to have the next girl called."
"You?" Chris asked.
Faith shook her head. "No it was this girl named Kendra. Another thing about Slayers is they don't live long. They are usually called when they are fifteen and are usually dead before they turn eighteen. Kendra didn't last long, which resulted in me being called. I was the last Slayer ever called."
Chris began to look really nervous. "Uhh, Liz, you say they're dead by the time they're eighteen. How old are you?"
Faith smirked. "Quit looking so scared I'm twenty two."
He let out a sigh of relief.
Faith's smirk grew. "Don't see why you're looking so scared though, I don't see what my age should mean to you."
Chris flushed red. "Well, uhh, no reason, just thinking about legal issues... for the WWE, yeah, for them."
Faith softly chuckled.
"So that must mean you're pretty good then, huh?"
Faith looked away, her smile dropping. "Nah, I've just been lucky. Buffy on the other hand is still kicking and she's died twice."
"She'd the Slayer you were talking about, the one who had friends?"
Faith nodded and Chris couldn't hold back his snort.
"What kind of name is Buffy?"
"Not much better then Faye-Elizabeth."
"I like your name." Chris protested.
It was her turn to snort. "That's funny, considering it's not even my real name.
He raised an eyebrow. "No? What is it then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She said with a teasing smile. "But as I was saying. Buffy is twenty four and she'd been at it since she was fifteen."
"But she died twice?"
"Yup was dead for a few moths the second time but was resurrected by one of her friends, a witch."
"We're bringing Witches into this?"
"And it's only the beginning."
"Have you ever died?" Chris asked.
"Nah like I've said I've been lucky."
He nodded. "So it's up to you and Buffy to save the world, huh?"
"It was until a year and a half ago."
"Why do I have a feeling this is going to be more confusing?" he muttered.
"Cause it will be. Red, the witch did this powerful spell while we were facing the biggest evil of all time and she unlocked the power in all Potential Slayers, turning them into Slayers, so there are a hell of a lot us out there now."
Chris's jaw dropped. "I've never come across one until you."
She gave him a pointed look. "I wouldn't be surprised if you have. Until you were endangered, you were part of the blissfully ignorant population."
She let out a sigh, standing up. "Look what I said, you can't say to anyone."
He nodded. "But you got to tell me your real name."
"Nice try buddy. But thanks." She replied. "For the job too but you're going to have to go now, I gotta patrol."
"I told you I wasn't leaving." He replied with a cheeky smile.
"Then stay for all I care."
"I meant you, I'm not leaving you until I figure you out."
Faith went to the door. "You figure me out and you'll be running in the other direction."
"I somehow doubt that."
"I don't."
Faith left the room, going on an extra long patrol. When she returned, Chris was asleep on the bed. Grabbing a blanket, she covered him up.
"Faith." She whispered. "My name's Faith."
Chris's eyes fluttered. "I like that name better." He mumbled, grabbing her and pulling her down beside her.
Faith tensed up but Chris didn't do anything, just pulled her closer and fell asleep. After a long while, she drifted off too.
--- --- ---
So that's how she ended up with the job and now she was across from Chris, having her first ever 'training' session. She really wanted to find out how well she could wrestle without using her full strength.
"Come at me." Chris said. "I'll clothesline you and then you'll do it to me."
"Don't hold back." She smirked running at him.
But he did, she could tell. It was a weak clothesline and if she didn't let herself go with it, she probably would have knocked him down.
She stood up and turned to face him. "I told you not to hold back."
"I didn't want to hurt you." He protested. "Now hold out your arm like I did, except, give it your all when I come at you, kay?"
"Are you sure you want that?"
He nodded.
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."
He came at her and she knocked him down pretty hard but didn't use her full strength. She then grabbed his legs and turned him around, putting him in his own signature move.
He tapped after two seconds.
She let go and he rolled away, gasping for air.
"You're a lot stronger then you look."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He gasped, standing up.
"Oh, but I should be." She said trying to look innocent. "You told me to not hold back but I did."
He gave her a weary look. "All right, what am I missing here? After what you just did, you don't need any training. You can be women's champ by next Raw."
She nodded. "I could but I do need the training. That whole Slayer thing yeah well its not just strength, it's super strength."
He nodded in understanding; after all, he had just witnessed it first hand.
"Then if you're so strong, you really don't need training. Screw Women's champ, you can become the WWE champion."
"And have everyone think what? Why do you think I made a deal with Vince to have you train me and to not have a match till I say so?"
"I don't know."
"I need to find a way to tone down my strength so it's fair."
"That's very noble of you, you could've done a hell of a lot worse to Triple H and Orton last night."
"I don't want to hurt anyone." She said sadly.
He hated it when she got upset so he changed the subject.
"Where did you learn my move?"
This caused her to break out into a grin. "Found some old tapes. You used to be a real jackass, huh?"
He nodded, looking ashamed. Not something I'm proud of."
"WE all do things we're not proud of." She said quietly.
"What about you?"
"I've done lots, now will you quit it?"
"I'm just curious."
She raised a brow. "Curiosity killed the cat."
"I'm not a cat." He replied.
"May as well be if you keep it up."
He laughed. "It can't be that bad, not like you're a serial killer or something."
Faith laughed along with him but it was strained.
"You know what, I uhh, forgot something, yeah, I have to go." She said, jumping out of the ring.
"Faith wait."
But she didn't, she grabbed her bag and ran out of the gym.
"Really got to work on that." He muttered to himself, wondering at the same time what it was exactly he was meant to work on. Sighing, he jumped out of the ring to follow her.
--- --- ---
Chris Jericho looked around the parking lot, wondering which direction Faith had gone.
Faith he loved that name even more. Too bad she didn't have faith in herself.
He really had to get a grip on himself. He knew the girl for three days but he was falling, and fast. Maybe it was the mystery surrounding her. He couldn't quite figure her out and that just made him want to be around her more. He leaned up against a tree looking in all directions.
"Let me guess, she also has super speed?" He muttered to himself.
"Good guess." A voice said.
He looked around but couldn't find the source of the voice. Something hit him on the head and he looked up.
"Faith." He said in surprise. "How did you get up there?"
She was up on the first limb but it had to be a good fifteen feet up.
"I jumped." She replied.
He shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Anything else about you super?"
Yes." She replied with an evil grin. "But I don't think it's appropriate to talk about in public."
His eyebrow's shot up and he cleared his throat, trying not to imagine what exactly she was implying.
"So why are you up there?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I dunno, seemed cool at the time."
Without warning, she jumped, landing gracefully beside him.
"I don't know what I said, but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't." She replied. "I'm five by five."
"I take it that means good?"
"Take it how you want." She replied.
"What did I say?" He asked, curious.
"Nothing."
"Then why did you run out of there like there was a fire?"
"Would you believe me if I said there was?"
He shook his head.
"Tough, that's the best you're gonna get." She replied. "So how bout we do some wrestling? Maybe I can show you how it's done."
"Keep dreaming, when it comes to wrestling, nobody is better then Y2J."
"Give it up dude, I had you tapping out of your own move in like 2 seconds."
"I wasn't ready for it." He weakly protested.
Faith laughed. "C'mon, this time I'll go easy on you."
Chris laughed with her before changing the subject. "Listen Faith, some of the guys and girls are going out tonight, did you want to go?"
Already Faith was shaking her head. "I don't drink."
"You don't have to. I won't either. We'll have root beers all night."
Faith had to smile, he really was sweet.
"So I take that as a yes?" he asked, seeing her smile.
She didn't say anything.
Chris sighed. "Fine, I didn't want to tell you just yet but you and Lita are the guests of honor."
Faith looked at him surprised.
"Everyone is curious about you, so they want to meet you and Lita because she just found out she was pregnant. See, someone else who won't be drinking so you can't say no."
Faith was silent for a few moments as she stared at Chris's hopeful, pleading face.
"Fine." She said, "I'll go but if I don't stay long, deal with it, I don't do well in that type of environment."
"That's all right, I'll watch out for you."
Faith grinned. "You sure it isn't you I should be watching out for?"
He laughed, throwing an arm around her. "You're never going to let me live that down, huh?"
She poked him in the side. "Not in this lifetime."
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"What to wear, what to wear." Faith muttered to herself, throwing her clothes across the room.
When she left, she had brought all her clothes with her but that wasn't very many. Gone were her too revealing too tight leather outfits. Now all her clothes looked more suitable for the gym. She had seen what the other divas wore and realized that she would have to buy new clothes that were more suitable to her old tastes.
"Finally." She yelled in triumph, throwing a pair of track pants across the room and coming up with her only pair of jeans.
Straightening up, she looked around her room and thought it was a good thing she still wasn't sharing a room. That was thanks to Chris, who realized she would need it to go out patrolling.
Pulling on her jeans, she reached into her bag, pulling out a black tank top. Pulling it over her head, She then grabbed her boots, the one thing she couldn't part with although she rarely wore them.
Standing up, she did a quick look over in the mirror. Makeup she would have to do without. She hadn't bought any since they settled down in Cleveland.
There was a knock on the door and she opened it, revealing Chris on the other side in blue jeans and a black shirt.
"You look beautiful." He whispered to Faith.
She burst out laughing. "Dude, we got a problem. These are the nicest clothes I own and I don't own any make up."
"That doesn't matter, you still look great."
"Okay, so I'll go on Raw dressed like this, every single week."
He shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it, we'll fix it."
He held out a hand to her, "You ready?"
"No." She replied, stepping past him.
"I like that you're blunt."
"That's good, it's who I am. Just remember, I'm not Faith." She reminded him as they stepped into the elevator.
"You can trust these guys."
She adamantly shook her head. "I don't care, I don't want anyone to know."
He nodded.
They reached the lobby and Chris led her up to a small group of four people.
"Liz, this is Edge, Stacey Kiebler, Matt Hardy, and Lita."
She nodded at each of them in turn, Giving Lita a quick Congrats, who smiled and rubbed her stomach.
"Everyone, this is Faye-Elizabeth."
"Ready to party?" Edge asked with a big smile.
Faith gave them a small smile. "I'm not much of a partier but I'll see if I can keep up."
The group laughed and headed out into the Miami night.
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