"He is so pissed."
Faith snorted to herself, tossing Trish an unimpressed look. The weekend following SmackDown had gone well. Only one demon spotting, which Faith handled rather quickly. Unfortunately, Angel wasn't any closer to finding out what these things were, and he was kind of distracted with his son and the hunt for Cordelia. Willow had phoned Giles, the Watcher promising to research the matter once he had a spare moment. So, no closer to ending the problem, but at least things were peaceful.
Edge and Jeff were nice guys, who seemingly took Trish and Lita's "friendship" with the Fury well. The Fury themselves alternated between their clients, becoming very familiarized with the way these people lived. And now on Monday Night RAW, they felt they were prepared for anything.
But Trish had her doubts.
"I'm the Slayer," the brunette retorted. "He's a middle-aged loser with a severe personality disorder. No big deal."
"But you're not supposed to be the Slayer out there," the blonde tossed back at her. "I think you should worry. And Willow and Fred are not Slayers, so they're pretty vunerable here too."
"Okay, look, it's cool that you're concerned, even though we're supposed to be looking out for you," Faith grinned. "But you have to understand. Willow, she's been fighting the most evil creatures on this earth for the past six years. And Fred, she spent five years in a hostile demon dimension that thrives on human slavery and she
survived. And then she spent a year with Angel helping him with his work. None of us are vunerable, and Eric does not intimidate us."
Trish sighed, putting her hands on her hips as she looked at her bodyguard.
"I can't help it," she muttered. "Eric, he's underhanded. And right now, he's pissed at the three of you. He'll throw the worst at you."
"And we'll make sure he gets his," Faith shrugged, sending the blonde a wild grin. "Don't worry too much about us Trish. We've got this covered."
"But-"
"And what are you lovely ladies talking about?"
Faith snickered as Trish's face went from worried to positively glowing at the appearance of Jeff Hardy. The man just slung an arm around her, giving both girls a smile, but remaining oblivious to Trish's reaction for the most part. The girl was practically swooning in his presence and he didn't notice.
"We're talking about Eric," Trish filled him in, face sobering at the mention of the other Commissioner. "I just think that Faith and the girls should be careful tonight. He's not going to take what happened on SmackDown laying down."
"And I told you we've got it," Faith sighed, shaking her head. "Stephanie hired us to handle Eric. Trust me when I say we have planned for this. We know what to do."
"And Edge and I have your back if those his goons show up," Jeff added. "Maybe that will ease Trish's mind."
"It's not her mind that needs easing," Faith muttered under her breath. Trish went red at that, elbowing the brunette rather viciously. Jeff just watched the exchange in confusion, not having really heard Faith's remark.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Nothing," Trish answered hastily, turning to give Faith a meaningful glare. "Nothing at all."
Faith rolled her eyes, turning to head back towards the locker room.
"Whatever. Come on you two, show starts soon."
~*~*~
"He's calling us out."
Willow looked up as Fred said this, turning to face the monitor. Sure enough, there was Eric in the ring, surrounded by the WWE roster. Why on earth he had called them all down, she didn't know. But she was assuming it was so he could throw his weight around. And to show his wrestlers what happened when you messed with him. Eric undoubtedly was going to try to make an example out of the Fury. Too bad for him, it wasn't going to work.
"Let's not keep the jackass waiting then," the redhead replied, getting to her feet. Fred nodded, getting to her feet as well. Faith was waiting for them outside the door of the locker room, Stephanie at her side.
"Should we go shut that idiot up?" Faith asked in a feigned sweet voice.
"Yes," Stephanie rolled her eyes. "If we don't, he might never stop."
The four women giggled at that remark, making their way to the ring.
~*~*~
The song that blasted out on the speakers wasn't Stephanie's theme music. Matt could only assume it was the Fury's entrance. The lights went dim and pyro went off like mad on the stage. Very slowly a haunting voice rang out, lyrics wafting over the crowd being accompanied by almost frenzied background music.
Moon hangs around
A blade over my head reminds me
What to do before I'm dead
Night consumes light
The honesty I dread
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
To see you
To touch you
Four figures appeared on the stage, the fans going nuts at the sight of them. Matt couldn't help but perk up at the sight of Willow, the redhead who had been on his mind a lot over the weekend. She was sweet, but dangerous. He had seen that much with the damage she inflicted on Eric and his thugs.
Epochs fly, reminds me
What I hide, reminds me
The desert skies
Cracks the spies
Reminds me what I never tried
The ocean wide salted red
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead.
To see you
To touch you
To feel you
To tell you
There she was, standing next to the smaller of the brunettes, a bored expression on her face. Eric bristled at the sight of them, face going an interesting shade of purple when Faith pointed and laughed. Stephanie joined the girl, taking a microphone from a stagehand and looking unimpressedly down at the ring.
And the music continued.
The sun reclines . . . remind me
The desert skies . . . remind me
The ocean wide salted red
Reminds me
It suited them, he figured. He couldn't figure out why, but the combination of the haunting voice and the harsh music suited them. And he found himself waiting in anticipation for what they had to say next.
~*~*~
"Eric, what's the problem?" Stephanie laughed into the mic once the music faded away. "You looked a little uncomfortable. And there's the matter of the slight limp. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine!" the man growled back at her. "No thanks to you, or your new trio of sluts."
Faith snorted at that, turning to give Willow and Fred a smirk. The redhead and the brunette looked slightly irritated at Eric's disparaging of them, but still rather collected. But Faith knew enough of her friends to see what the others didn't see. Willow was about to explode, the redhead hated being called names.
"And if you think that you're going to get away with it, you're so wrong!" Eric continued to yell. "You are going to pay!"
Faith took the mic from Stephanie, shaking her head as she looked down at the ring.
"Eric, can't you speed this along?" the brunette asked. "I mean, you've been out here sputtering and throwing a fit for about ten minutes. The wrestlers are bored, and the people don't care. So hurry it the hell up."
Eric just got angrier.
"You can't talk to me like that!" he roared. "I'm Eric Bischoff! You'll be done in eight seconds once I get my hands on you."
Fred rolled her eyes, taking the mic from Faith. She wasn't quite sure how she was managing to be out here, with all the people looking at her, but she was. And despite her extreme case of nerves, she was okay with it. Besides, Fred found pissing Eric off to be fun. Focus on that, not on all the people, and the little brunette was just fine. And so she brought the mic to her lips, tossing Eric an smirk as she drawled:
"Sorry cowboy, but in my corral eight seconds ain't no ride."
The fans roared with laughter as Eric went livid. Fred couldn't believe she had said that, knowing at back at home, Angel was probably shocked out of his mind. Little Fred, saying something like that! It was so much more Faith's style. But looking at the furious man in the ring, Fred couldn't help but find some sort of satisfaction in it.
"Then again, your three minutes always leave something to be desired," she continued. "No wonder you have such a hard time getting laid."
"Shut up!" Eric interjected in a bit of a shrill. "Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup!"
Willow arched an eyebrow at that, grinning at her friend.
"Gee Fred, you broke him," the redhead laughed into the mic.
"He's in good company with all those little Bischoffs you broke last week," the Texan returned with a laugh. The two girls succumbed to giggles at that, ignoring the man in the ring for the time being.
"You think that's funny?" he yelled at them, and at the laughing wrestlers around the ring. "You don't mess with Eric Bischoff like that and get away with it! Willow, lovely little trampy Willow. You like playing with the big boys? Fine, then for my first act for tonight's RAW, I'm putting you in a match against Christopher Nowinski."
The fans were booing loudly at this. Willow just shot Stephanie a confused look and the brunette nodded her head towards the left of the ring. There stood a tall man with a mop of curly blond hair, smiling his ass off. He had a Harvard sweater on over his wrestling gear. Willow couldn't help the look of disdain that crossed her lips
at the sight of him. He looked like a jerk.
"Oh, and Willow, I'm not done with you yet," Eric called for her attention in the ring once more. "Oh no, I'm no where near done yet. I have a stipulation for this match. If you should lose tonight, well then, you're just going to have to participate in some HLA live on RAW!"
Willow noticed that Stephanie went stone still at that, anger flashing over the brunette's face. Willow looked down at the ring, noting that Lita and Trish both looked pale and furious. Eric stood in the ring, clapping his hands in joy. Even that Chris guy looked happy, actually jumping for joy. But the small redhead didn't get it.
"Steph?" she called, sharing a confused look with Faith and Fred. "What the hell is HLA?"
The Commissioner shot her bodyguards an apologetic look. She tossed a glare up at Eric before answering the question.
"What's wrong Willow?" Eric interrupted before Stephanie could get a word out. "Don't you know what HLA is?"
The redhead just shrugged her shoulders, regarding the man with curiosity. Eric actually cackled at her ignorance, straightening before he answered.
"If you lose tonight to Chris, you will have to perform HLA for everyone here tonight," Eric repeated, a leering look on his face. "HLA. Hot. Lesbian. Action."
Willow stilled at that, as did her friends. All three new divas stared rather dumbfoundedly at the male Commissioner in the ring. Eric was rejoicing, obviously relishing in their shock. He sneered at them, waggling his eyebrows at Willow. And the three members of the Fury did the only thing they could do.
They collapsed into laughter right on the ramp.
~*~Part Eight~*~
"I don't get what's so funny."
Jeff could only nod his head in agreement, turning his eyes from the confused Trish to the three divas rolling around on the floor in laughter. Fred, Faith, and Willow had retreated to the locker room, still in uncontrollable mirth after Eric's announcement. Even Stephanie had been stumped by their reaction, leaving Trish, Jeff, Lita, and Edge with them while she went to go take care of some stipulations for the match. And the three members of the Fury were not exactly in a position to be left alone. They were rather paralyzed with laughter.
And no one knew why.
"What's so funny?" Lita demanded with a huff, frowning at the divas at her feet.
"H-H-HL-HLA!" Faith finally managed to get out, turning to poke Willow. "Hey Red, wants some HLA?"
"You offering hot stuff?" the redhead returned and both girls dissolved into a fit of giggles once more. Trish was just more confused at that.
"Huh?" the blonde was actually pouting. "Guys, come on. Tell us already."
Fred managed to get into a sitting position, hiccuping as she tried to gain some semblance of control. The brunette offered the others a grin, gasping for breath as Willow and Faith bumped into as they continued to roll around in mirth.
"It's just funny cause he thinks it's punishment," the little Texan giggled. "And it's really not because, well-Willow's kind of gay!"
And with that bombshell, she was laughing yet again. The other four wrestlers were kind of shocked by the news, staring silently down at the laughing girls.
Eventually Jeff found his voice.
"Willow's a lesbian?" he asked in a stunned voice. "Well, there goes my aspirations for the future."
"But good material for dreaming tonight," Edge tossed in, recoiling when Lita glared at him. "What I meant to say was-"
"I'm bi," Willow interrupted, finally managing to gain some control.
The redhead crawled over to the bench, heaving herself up and into a sitting position. Fred and Faith trailed after her, tear tracks on their faces as a result of their laughing. The Slayer was still tittering, jostling Willow next to her with her elbow.
"See?" she said, waggling her eyebrows at her. "I told you that you were bound to get see some action here."
Willow rolled her eyes, finally getting her breath back.
"It was rather amusing," the redhead grinned, eyes twinkling. "Who wants to go with me to tell Eric? I figure that will be good for a laugh."
"I'm in!" Jeff and Trish were quick to offer. Lita shook her head, giving Edge a look as he made to go.
"We have a match next," she reminded him. The blonde pouted, but nodded in consent.
"I'll stay here too," Fred offered with a sigh. "I think one of us should be here when Angel calls in a snit."
"Who's Angel?" Edge couldn't help but ask. Faith made a face at that mention of the vampire.
"He's like our big brother," the brunette explained, rising to her feet and helping Willow up as well. "He's bound to have some choice words about tonight. And that is my cue to go find Stephanie and see what our illustrious female Commissioner is up to."
"She's getting Rosie and Jamal banned from ringside," Lita offered. "Fred and Faith have already been banned by Eric."
Willow nodded almost to herself.
"Sounds about fair," the redhead mused. Jeff snorted at that, slinging an arm around the girl as they exited the room.
"One thing you'll quickly learn is that around here, nothing is ever fair."
~*~*~
"How was I supposed to know she was a lesbian?"
Matt didn't know whether to snicker or feel very disappointed. The redhead was gay, which meant he kind of didn't have a chance. Not unless he got a sex change. But Matt wasn't that hard up for a date.
"Well, actually, I think she said she was bisexual," Stacy Kiebler spoke up from beside Eric Bischoff, smiling disarmingly at the gathered group of wrestlers. "And she said that win or lose, she's bound to be happy by the end of the match."
"Thank you Stacy," Eric replied in a sickly sweet voice, rolling his eyes as he faced the wrestlers in his office. Brock Lesnar, Paul Heyman, Chris Jericho, Christian, Test, Lance Storm, William Regal, and Matt Hardy consisted of that group. Rosie and Jamal were nowhere to be seen. Matt had heard somewhere that the two monsters were still recovering from the devastation that the Fury reaped down on them.
"Now, I think you all know why I called you down here," the Commissioner began. Jericho gave a snort at that, leaning back in his chair and smirking at the man in front of him.
"You're scared of the three little girls Steph brought in," Y2J stated with a laugh. "And you want us to gang up on them."
"Man, being scared of a bunch of girls," Christian started laughing. "Now, that is reeks of loserdom."
"Shut up!" Eric snapped, eyes livid. "Those little tramps dared to attack me! They're going to pay-"
"Well, I don't want anything to do with it," Matt finished for the man, getting to his feet. "The Fury represents no real threat to Mattitude, so why bother? Besides, I think they're kind of funny."
"And since Willow is kind enough to offer us HLA with a smile, I think I ain't got no business here either," Test replied, getting to his feet and joining Matt by the door.
"And ganging up on girls is kind of lame," Christian agreed, Jericho nodded and all heading to the door. Eric just stood there open-mouthed in shock.
"You can't just leave!" he sputtered. "I have a job for you guys!"
"Get Rosie and Jamal to do your dirty work," Test snorted, pulling Stacy along with him. "You know, if they ever recover from the shots those girls gave them."
"Which probably won't be for a while," Jericho laughed, sending a mock pout Eric's way. "And isn't that just too damn bad?"
"If you don't think I won't get you all for this-"
"Shove it Commish," Matt interrupted. "We're out of here."
And the five people left the office, Christian slamming the door shut behind him.
"You know," Stacy began nervously, pulling her hair in anxiety. "He doesn't make idle threats. He probably will try and get back at us for this."
"So, we might get you in a HLA match?" Test stroked his chin, sending the blonde a grin. "Not too shabby."
Stacy narrowed her eyes at that, shaking her head at the laughing men around her.
"I must be insane for coming with you," she muttered. Test shook his head.
"Don't worry Stace. I have a feeling Eric is going to be too busy with three other divas to even give you a second thought."
~*~Part Nine~*~
"You know, you definitely make life around here more interesting."
Willow stopped at that, turning to see Matt Hardy was speaking to her. He was leaning up against the wall in the hallway just ahead of her. He had this smirk on his face and arms folded across his chest as he looked her over. She arched a brow at the man, walking closer to him with a smile on her face.
"And by that you mean?"
"Well, that whole thing with Eric," Matt started off with a grin of his own. "And the HLA match and your subsequent revelation of your sexual preferences-"
"Well, it's good to be open minded," Willow interrupted. "Though I do have one really burning question."
"Which is?"
"Well, if I lose I have to do some HLA," Willow giggled as she thought of the stipulation. "But what if Chris loses? Does that mean he has to perform some hot man-on-man action?"
Matt's jaw dropped for a second while the redhead just continued to giggle. He eventually recovered, shaking his head in amusement.
"You are quite the card," he laughed. "And this is what I meant originally. You make things interesting."
"I guess that's sort of a compliment," Willow mused, scrunching up her nose in consideration. "So I'm going to treat it as such. Thank you. So Matt, other than the urge to share that with me, what's up?"
The dark-haired man shot her another grin.
"I can't just be basking in the glory of your company?" he asked her innocently.
"My company isn't all that glorious when I'm pissed off," she retorted. "And little games like these piss me off."
"Can't handle some light teasing?" Matt laughed, unperturbed by her threat.
"You can?" she tossed back. "Mr. I-Don't-Need-Lita-And-Feel-Compelled-To-Tell-Her-That-At-One-In-The-Morning?"
Matt blanched, shaking his head in remorse as the redhead laughed at him.
"Fine, whatever, see if I'm ever nice to you again," Matt gave a mock sniffle, brushing an imaginary tear away from his eyes. "You know, jerks have feelings too."
"And you admit you're a jerk?"
"I know what I am," he shrugged. "It's what you are that has me confused."
Willow frowned, feeling a bit nervous.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't know," Matt sighed, leaning back against the wall as he thought it over. "You're dangerous when you want to be, leading most people to think you're a badass. But you were pretty nice to me the other night, when you didn't have to be, so that makes me think you're a sweet person."
"Can't I be both?"
"Well, you seem to be intent on being both," Matt laughed. "So what does it matter what I say?"
"You're interesting Matt Hardy," Willow determined. "But I think I'm going to have to cut this lovely conversation short. I have to go get ready for my match."
That sobered him up and he reached out to touch her arm slightly. Willow stopped her departure, turning to regard him with concerned eyes.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Be careful out there," he warned her. "Eric's been trying to amass a force against the Fury. I was called down to his office with some other guys earlier. He wanted us to gang up on the three of you, teach you a lesson. But I walked out on him, so did Jericho, Christian, Test, and Stacy-"
"And the assholes are decent guys?" Willow looked mildly shocked. "Not quite sure what I should do with that. Seems the whole WWE has gone topsy turvy since our arrival."
"Would you let me finish?" Matt looked slightly aggravated. "We walked out on him, but others didn't. Brock, Heyman, Storm, and Regal were still in there when we left. They might be in his pocket about this. Just giving you a head's up."
Willow thought over this latest piece of information, nodding to Matt and favouring him with a smile.
"We'll take care of it," she assured him. "Thanks for the help Hardy. Finding it hard to believe you're the jackass Lita spent the better part of the last week filling me in on."
Matt shrugged.
"People change."
Willow nodded, more to herself than to him.
"They sure do. But it's not always for the better."
~*~*~
Faith was becoming increasingly bored as time wore on. Stephanie was in her office, dealing with some agitated wrestler, the Big Slow or something like that. And the brunette hadn't wanted to leave the Commissioner alone with that guy, but Stephanie assured her that it was okay. The Show wasn't a monster, he was just an idiot.
The Slayer frowned to herself as she heard some of the giant man's words carry through the door. He was being very rude to Stephanie, actually pounding his fists against her desk. Faith was very tempted to go in there and pound her fists into the man just to show him a lesson. Desks had feelings too you know.
"I'm starting to think like Fred," she muttered to herself. "Placing emotions on inanimate objects. What's next? Discussing the implications of the quantam physics?"
"Talking to yourself?"
The voice, kind of snotty in tone, brought her out of her reverie. Faith looked up and groaned.
"Well, I usually don't get that kind of reaction out of women until after we make it to my locker room," Chris Jericho wraggled his eyebrows at her. "Care to see what that's like?"
"Not really," she answered bluntly. "My mother always told me not to touch strange things because I don't know where they've been."
His eyes darkened at that, shaking his head.
"Maybe I should have taken Bischoff up on his offer," the blonde man muttered, glaring at the brunette in front of him. "You're lucky attacking women is beneath me."
"Since when?" Faith countered. "Before or after you put Trish in the Walls of Jericho and refuse to let her out?"
"That was a long time ago," Jericho snapped defensively. "I've changed since then-"
"Really? You seem a lot like the same."
"And what would you know about that?" he demanded, stepping right up to her. "You've been here for about half a week."
"And I heard all I need to know," Faith retorted.
"You can't believe everything you hear," Jericho informed her evenly. "And regardless of what you think, I'm an okay guy. In fact, that's why I'm here."
"Huh?"
"Bischoff has got Lesnar, Regal, and Storm gunning for you three," Jericho told her. "Just keep an eye out for those guys. They're likely to do whatever they can to get in Eric's good graces."
"Why are you telling me this?" Faith asked, arms crossed across her chest.
"I honestly do not know," he admitted. "But Eric told us that he wanted us to go after you, it was unappealing for some reason. I guess I kind of like you three. You're funny, and the most interesting thing to happen in a while."
"That's it?" Faith arched a brow. "You expect me to believe you?"
"Okay fine," Jericho gave her a grin. "I'm just trying to get on your good side. And then hopefully, get on you in general."
Faith shook her head at his blatant attitude, wondering why she wasn't more offended.
"Looks like you need a visit from the love monkey," the brunette quipped, causing Jericho to grin wider.
"You offering?"
"That's the second time someone has said that to me today," Faith laughed. "I must be more attractive than I thought."
"I doubt you're one for a poor self image," Jericho smirked, before heading off down the hall. Faith frowned at his back.
"Where are you going?" she asked him. "I thought you were trying to get into my pants?"
Jericho turned, flashing her another smirk.
"Don't worry, I'll be back for your pants."
Faith bit down on her lip, thoughts racing through her mind. Was it really weird for that to turn on her on? She laughed to herself.
"I think I need a visit from the love monkey."
~*~Part Ten~*~
"There's no need to get all up in a snit Angel . . . Well I say snit . . . Must be because I have a PBS mind in a MTV world . . . That was so cute Angel!"
Rob Van Dam couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at the bits of conversation that floated up towards him. He turned to his tag partner for the night, Trish, and gave her a look.
"Just Fred," the blonde explained, ushering the man into the room. "She's busy talking to one of her friends who doesn't like the HLA stipulation in Willow's match."
"Is it true she's a lesbian?" Rob asked, eying the tiny brunette seated in the corner of the locker room carefully. She was definitely frail, and looked easy to break. He honestly didn't know what Stephanie was thinking when she brought these girls in. Being armed with lead pipes, sledgehammers, and chairs is one thing, but could any of them hold their own in a real fight? Especially against someone like Chris Nowinski who had to be at least twice Willow's size.
"She's bisexual," Jeff answered, turning his attention away from Fred's conversation for the time being. "So, we all have some hope."
Rob was quick to note that Trish seemed to deflate at that. She recovered quickly enough, but he had seen it. Jeff hadn't, returning his attention to Fred. Rob honestly didn't know how Jeff missed Trish's affection for him. It was so obvious, to about everyone but Jeff. Rob chalked it up to all the shots to the head the young Hardy had taken. That had to be the only explanation.
"Look Angel, Willow is going to be fine!" the brunette rose to her feet, pretty face set in a frown as she became increasingly annoyed with the mysterious Angel. "We're all going to be fine, and if you don't stop being so big brother, I'll get Gunn to bust a cap on your ass."
Rob snickered at the threat, noting that Trish had done so too. Fred looked mildly embarrassed at her outburst, attention divided between her conversation and the new arrival in the room. Figures she would say something like that when a hottie was in the room. But her attention went back to Angel with the vampire's next remark.
"Gunn said I could say that," she protested. "He gave me like a list, so I know. Well, whatever, you can't stop it Angel so just stop freaking out already. We'll call you later. Bye."
And then she turned off her phone, turning an apologetic face to her companions.
"I'm sorry about that," she apologized. "He has a tendency to go overboard on the whole big brother thing. It's usually not this bad, but Cordy isn't there to keep him semi sane. And I don't know you."
The last part was added with a quick smile and curious glance. Trish was quick to make introductions.
"This is Rob Van Dam," the blonde introduced. "He's my tag partner for the intergender tag tonight. And Rob, this is Fred, of the Fury."
"Please to meet you," the brunette grinned, extending her hand for a shake. Rob shook her hand, returning her grin easily.
"Likewise. And I don't want to sound offensive or anything, but you don't really look all that furious to me."
"Oh, well, I'm not," Fred laughed off. "Usually. It takes a lot to make me furious, but when I do it gets bad. And besides, that was Stephanie's lame ass made up name. I didn't even know we were getting a team name."
"Well, I think it's fitting," Trish interjected, bumping Fred with her hip. "Did you not see what they did to Rosie and Jamal last week?"
Fred blushed, turning her eyes downward at the thought.
"It wasn't our fault," she protested. "They had it coming for trying to gang up on Stephanie."
"So, are you like Steph's lackeys now or something?" Rob asked, taking a seat next to Jeff.
"I don't know," Fred mused. "I don't feel like a lackey. Maybe more like hired muscle, except I don't have that many muscles-I know! Hired goons. I always wanted to be a hired goon."
"Those are some fine aspirations you got there Fred," Trish giggled.
The brunette gave a small smile, bumping Trish back with her hip.
"What can I say? I'm a bad girl."
~*~*~
"Love monkey? Really Faith."
Willow shook her head, giving Faith a bit of a look. The brunette refused to look her way, keeping her eyes on the monitor in front of them. Both were in Stephanie's office, the brunette woman talking away on the phone while her bodyguards watched Edge's match carefully. Lita was at ringside, cheering for her boyfriend rather
loudly.
"I had to say something," Faith finally muttered in response.
"Why didn't you just deck him?" Willow needled. "I've seen you put guys in the hospital for less."
Faith made a face.
"I don't know why," she answered. "I think maybe I'm so hard up for a guy that his remarks were kind of appealing. Besides, he's a hottie and has the sweetest ass you have ever seen."
"But what's up with that beard?" Willow asked, making a face. "It's like some sort of peach fuzz growing on his face."
"Hey!" Faith spun to face her friend. "Shut up!"
Willow arched an eyebrow, giggling at her friend.
"You like Chris Jericho," the redhead taunted her. Faith folded her arms across her chest, giving the redhead a bit of a glare.
"And what about you and Matt Hardy?"
Willow stilled at that, a confused look coming to her face.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "He just gave me the information-"
"Free of charge?" Faith finished for her. "I know why Chris told me. He's been having naugthy dreams about my pants, but why did Matt Version One bother to tell you? What aren't you telling me Willow?"
The redhead turned her face away, cursing herself for the flush that she felt there.
"Nothing happened," she muttered darkly. "Nothing at all."
Faith smirked at her friend, turning back to the monitor as well.
"Sure Red. Anything you say."
~*~To Be Continued~*~