"Oh bloody hell, man!" Giles resisted the urge to leap from his chair. His fists were balled in front of him. His glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. "Get up, you lazy bastard!"

There were many things that weren't widely known about Rupert Giles, especially during his time as Ripper. Had he not been taken into the Watcher's Council, that probably would have been his ring name. From an early age, he had wanted to be a fighter of some sort. He was an aggressive youth, quick to anger back then. He'd been too small to be a true boxing contender and nowhere near coordinated enough for martial arts.

In his day, wrestling hadn't been sports entertainment. It was a free-for-all of blood, sweat and pure adrenaline, driven by testosterone and, at least on his side of the Atlantic, a need to brawl. For Ripper, it would have been a great prize for a youth misspent. For Rupert Giles, it was an embittered memory that made him want to hurl the television straight out the window.

Logically, he knew that he could fast forward through to the end of the match. He was watching a tape, after all. Though, in his mind, he was watching it live. He didn't even know where he had thrown the remote control. The tape he watched was over a month old. In previous years, he would watch no later than Wednesday. He would lock himself away for two hours so as not to be mocked for watching Raw. With his mind so firmly gripped on finding Faith lately, though, he hadn't had the time. And yet, he needed to watch it so badly.

This was his release, his stack of Raw tapes and separate stack of Smackdown tapes. This was something that had nothing to do with Slaying or Watching. It was a way to escape everything and, after finding himself more and more frustrated, he decided to sit down and have his few hours of uncomplicated life. Though, he was still confused how his former friend William Regal had managed to become such a strong babyface, even with his constant use of the brass knuckles.

"Power of the punch my ass," he muttered as he gripped the arms of his chair tightly. "That weak left-handed punch..."

"So... yeah... I'm looking at this thing and I'm just not seeing it, Giles." Willow Rosenberg walked into the room, her head down. She held the ends of a scroll and her brow was narrowed in confusion. "I don't have that much experience reading actual Latin scrolls. You know, the ones with no spaces or punctuation."

"Willow, please." Giles waved her off absently, then leaned forward. "Not now."

"Yes, now, Giles. I got something about someone being lost and a fight for survival, but I don't know who is lost and who is fighting to survive."

"The scroll is thousands of years old. I'm sure it can wait a few more hours."

"Giles, you're... You're watching..." Her head rose and she stared at the television. "Oh my God! I can't believe you're watching this!"

"Hush, woman! Regal just... LOST!" Giles jumped from his chair. "Dear Lord, the man lost! How the bloody hell does he lose to that scum! It's that dear boy, Eugene. He distracts him. Good boy, that Eugene, but awfully distracting."

"Giles! You watch wrestling! Why do you watch wrestling? When did you start watching wrestling? Who..."

Giles rolled his eyes and shook his head. He took in the room quickly until he found the remote control and paused the tape. He turned to Willow and she was staring at him with shock. Why was it so absurd that he would be interested in something of the sort? Alright, so he had shown a high level of disdain for most things considered to be pop culture the past few years, but he was allowed to do more than read ancient texts and nag the Slayer.

"There are parts of me that you will never know, Willow."

Her eyes went wide. "I didn't mean... I mean, you don't have to..." She shook her head. "I just didn't think you were into that kinda thing, ya know? You've always just been... Giles. Well, there was that thing with the chocolate. Oh no! Have you been eating chocolate, again? Is this..." She looked around conspiratorially. Her voice lowered. "Is this Ripper I'm talking to?"

"Willow!"

"Sorry! I just..." She shrugged. "I wondered."

"Well, stop wondering." He sat back down and hit play. Giles fast fowarded through the commercials. When the show started again, he was surprised to feel Willow perching down on the arm of the chair. "Willow..."

"Oh, she's cute!" Willow leaned forward, the scroll in her hand forgotten. "She's got really long legs."

"Willow..."

"Oh! She flipped! Did you see that?"

"Yes, Willow."

"Look at those legs! What's her name, Giles? She's really cute. You know I sorta had this thing for blondes, anyway. Well, one blonde in particular..." Willow went quiet for a second, her eyes falling. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Her head rose and she she shook herself. "Anyway... what's her name, Giles?"

"Willow..." He looked at her and sighed. Her eyes still held a haunted look. It was a look that he had become accustomed to seeing on her face from time to time, but it still hurt to see. He sighed again. "Her name is Stacy Keibler."

"Stacy Keibler. That's a nice name." She turned back to the television as Stacy did a cartwheel. "Whoa! Those legs could probably wrap around and..."

"Willow!" Giles stood up quickly. He was ready to tell her to just stop when the phone rang. He was going to pause the television again, but Willow snatched the remote from him and slid down into his chair. She was obviously paying him no attention.

With a groan, Giles crossed over to his desk and picked up the phone. The second he heard Angel's voice, he was pulled back into the reality of things. The vampire wasn't exactly frantic, but his words were more hyper and excited than any other time in recent years that Giles could remember. Halfway through the talk, Giles stopped him. "Wait, wait. You're telling me that you've found her?"

"I haven't found her," Angel said, "but I'm close. I've found the names of the people she's made friends with. Problem is, they travel a lot. They keep moving around and..." He paused. His voice changed as he shouted, "Dammit, Spike, get away from me!"

"Angel!"

"Sorry, Giles. Spike's being a pain. He's babbling something about some dumbass wrestling show..."

Giles bit his tongue. He already had Willow on him about watching wrestling. He certainly wasn't about to leave himself open to mockery from Angel. And he damn sure wasn't about to come to Spike's defense.

"Oh, now you're just lying." Angel sounded exasperated. "Faith? At a wrestling show? You didn't see that. How did you see wrestling anyway? I didn't give you cable!"

"Wait!" Giles let out a heavy breath. "What do you mean Faith at a wrestling show?"

"Huh? Oh... Spike's trying to get cable out of me. He claims he ghosted into someone's house while they were watching a tape of wrestling and he saw Faith. Now he's saying... Well... Hell!"

In the background, Giles could hear Spike yelling, "She wasn't in the crowd, you silly prat! She was in the ring!" At the same time, Giles could hear Willow frantically calling her name. He was confused. What would Faith be doing in a wrestling ring? Why would Spike lie about something like that? Raw wasn't even that good anymore to where one would want to come up with such an elaborate excuse to get the chance to see them.

"It's Faith!" Willow shouted. "Faith is... she's beating up on the girl with the wrapping legs! She's beating up that Stacy Cookie girl!"

Giles turned slowly towards the television, still unable to believe what was happening. "The names," he said quickly. "The names, Angel. What were the names of the people that she's befriended."

"What?"

"The bloody names, man! What are their names!"

"Uh... Trish something, Batista... Triple H... Wait! One of them was Ric Flair. I've met Flair and I could have sworn that Spike was just lying about that. Faith's not exactly the type that I remember Flair going for but..."

"Dear Lord..." The phone fell from Giles's hand. He watched in astonishment as Faith performed a handstand, then wrapped her legs around Stacy's waist. He watched her flip Stacy over, sending her half across the ring, then jump to her feet. Faith ran to one of the corners and climbed up on the turnbuckle. The camera zoomed in on her face and Giles whispered, "...our missing Slayer has become a WWE diva."

"And she just beat up that hot blonde chick!" Willow fell back in her chair and pouted, crossing her arms. "That's about as unfair as unfair can get."

And on the other end of the line, Angel's jaw was as stretched to the floor as Giles. Because he had just been informed that Cordelia was awake and the first word out of her mouth had been a screeching, "Faith!"