Author: eena_angel2001
Email: [email protected] or [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Category: BTVS/WWE
Pairing: Willow/Jeff
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: Challenge Response
"Willow-WWE Challenge"
Must Haves:
1) Must be either W/Jeff, W/Matt, W/Edge or W/Christian.
2)Must include Willow helping Matt/Jeff complete a Poetry in Motion
if she is paired with one of them or helping Edge/Christian complete
a con-chair-to if she is paired with either of them.
3) Two of the following lines:
"Willow! Get the table!"
"And what flavour of kool-aid is in your hair *this* week?"
"You know she could kick your ass, right?"
"When I thought of us wrestling around, it was usually just in a
naked sense."
"Me, you and about a few thousand screaming fans. Just the privacy I
wanted."
Choose three of the following:
Divas photo shoot
Steel cage match
TLC match
leather strap match
Stephanie giving Willow a pep talk
superglue
a yellow leather halter top with matching pants
Willow accidentally winning the Hardcore belt
Part One
"You can do this, you know that right?"
Willow looked up to meet the eyes of Stephanie McMahon. The
little redhead had determination written all over her face.
"I know that," Willow nodded.
"And this is for the best, remember that," Stephanie
encouraged her. "This way, everyone will know not mess with you or
even us together. They'll be saying: `Willow? You know she could
kick your ass, right?' The WWE will never be the same again."
Willow tried to meet Stephanie's eyes with continued
seriousness. But it was a lost cause. The redhead burst into
laughter, tears rolling down her face.
"This is so stupid!" the redhead declared, gasping between
giggles. "I mean look at us! We look stupid!"
Stephanie shot a glance down at the yellow leather halter-top
and matching pants she wore. Willow herself was clad in a red such
outfit, her hair and make-up styled after Stephanie's own. They did
look rather ridiculous, but that was the price one paid for working
in the WWE.
"I know we look stupid," Stephanie consented, a smile coming
to her own face. "But we have to do it. But it never says anywhere
that we had to take it lightly."
"Is that why you superglued your dad to his desk chair?"
Willow needled her. Stephanie tried to look indignant but failed
miserably.
"Well, that's what he gets for doing this to his own flesh
and blood," Stephanie giggled. "And for assigning these stupid
outfits to us as well."
"Well, it's better than what Stacy and Dawn Marie have to
wrestle in," Willow laughed. "I thought they were going to explode
from anger. I guess I lucked out, being on your team that is.
Otherwise . . ."
"Otherwise you'd be wrestling in a string bikini," Stephanie
finished for her. The brunette sighed and glanced down at her watch.
"All right, no more stalling," Stephanie announced. "We have
to go. We're up next."
Willow stopped laughing and let a slightly sour look come to
her face. Grumbling, the redhead got up and joined her tag team
partner as they made their way to ringside.
"Tag team leather strap match," the redhead muttered
darkly. "How is that considered an athletic competition?"
"Just remember, don't hold back and watch out for Stacy's
legs," Stephanie reminded. "And remember, my father could have just
as easily changed this to a bra and panties match."
"He could have," Willow agreed. "If he wasn't stuck to his
chair at that the moment."
*****
****One month later****
"You know, when I thought of us wrestling around, it was
usually just in a naked sense."
Willow looked up and shot Jeff Hardy a mock glare.
"Hey there Skittles," she greeted him. "And just what are
you babbling about?"
"Just talking about our match tonight," Jeff grinned. "You
know, the six-man inter-gender tag against Stacy, Billy, and Chuck?"
"I know about that," Willow returned smoothly. "But I was
actually referring to the naked comment. What makes you think you'd
be so lucky?"
Jeff grinned good-naturedly, flopping down next to the
redhead.
"Are you saying that you have no interest in me, whatsoever?"
Jeff asked, pouting theatrically.
"Actually, I have tons of interest in you," Willow replied
with a smile. "I was just thinking about you."
"Were you?" Jeff grinned.
"And about how much I want you . . ."
"This gets better and better," Jeff was practically bouncing
in his seat.
"About how much I want you to help me hook up with Matt,"
Willow finished teasingly. Jeff's face fell in an instant. Willow
took in his shocked expression and broke out into giggles.
"Matt?" Jeff repeated incredulously.
"Yeah," Willow laughed. "What other use would I have for
you?"
His eyes darkened and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"There are a lot of things I'm good for," he informed her in
a husky tone. Willow blushed deeply and pushed him away.
"Stop teasing Jeff," she ordered. "We have to get ready for
our match."
Jeff frowned at the redhead's back. He had flirted, teased,
played a few pranks, and even hung a picture of her in the tag team
leather strap match in his locker room, but nothing seemed to
penetrate with the girl. He liked Willow, really liked Willow. But
he was having the damnedest time convincing her of that. You think
having a giant picture of her, clad head to toe in clinging red
leather, would alert the girl to his interest. But she just blushed
and fought with him over the picture. Finally, she refused to come
into his locker room if he had the thing up. Jeff was at his wit's
end with the little redhead.
"You ready?" she asked, turning to face him once more.
"Been ready for a while," he muttered. Willow frowned.
"What?"
"Nothing," he covered immediately. He grabbed her hand and
pulled her to the curtains.
"Let's go."
*****
Willow waited in the ring, bouncing on the balls on her feet
excitedly. The Hardys were up on the turnbuckles, playing up to the
crowd. Willow grinned to herself as she took in the "Marry me
Jeff/Matt" signs. The two of them were such heartthrobs. And they
barely even knew it. The redhead wondered if they really knew the
extent of the effect they had on women. Not that they would do
anything about it. Sweet guys and totally unavailable. Matt had
Lita, and Jeff; well Jeff was obviously not in the mood for dating
right now. She had seen him shoot down several divas in the month
she had worked here. One of them was Stacy, who didn't really take
rejection all that well. In fact, that was the main reason behind
this match. Stacy had yet to get over it.
Matt jumped down from the ropes, picking Willow up and
spinning her around a few times. The redhead laughed and squealed,
totally unprepared for the words he whispered in her ear.
"Why don't you like Jeff?"
Willow frowned, confused at his words.
"What?" she whispered back. "I like Jeff. What makes you
think I don't?"
"Well, you just ignore all the signals he gives you," Matt
replied, eyes watching as his brother still danced for the crowd.
"Signals?" Willow repeated. "What signals? Signals for
what?"
Matt dropped her and spun her around to look right in her
eyes. Willow saw the disbelief there and wondered what exactly was
going on.
"Jeff likes you," the elder Hardy informed her. "He really
likes you."
It took a second for the words to sink in.
"What?" Willow was flabbergasted. "When did this happen?"
"Ages ago," Matt threw up his hands. "For a smart girl, you
sure are dumb."
Willow didn't know whether to be offended or to agree. Jeff
liked her? But he was Jeff. The Xander equivalent here in the WWE.
All they ever did was tease and play around . . . And flirt. Willow
felt like smacking herself. How could she not notice?
Her green eyes flickered to Jeff as he made his way over to
them.
"What's with the serious faces?" he asked cheerfully.
"Nothing!" Willow interjected before Matt could
speak. "Nothing at all."
She gave Matt a pleading look and he just nodded. Jeff
shrugged and turned to face the ramp, watching as their opponents
made their way down the ramp. She felt Jeff press a hand on her
back, urging her to get behind him. She complied and took the moment
to study him.
Jeff was far too handsome to even express interest in her.
It wasn't like Willow was the startling beauty that Stacy was, or the
ample bodied woman Dawn Marie was. She wasn't tall like Stephanie,
wasn't sexy like Trish and Lita. She sure wasn't as cute as Torrie
Wilson. So, it begged the question, what did Jeff see in her?
He turned backwards for a second and offered her a smile.
Willow had received plenty of such smiles from him before, but now it
made her want to melt.
She didn't have that much time to dwell on it, because by
then their opponents were in the ring and attacking. Willow was
isolated almost immediately by Stacy. The redhead bit back a grin.
Ever since she and Stephanie had literally whipped Stacy's ass in the
leather strap match, the leggy blonde seemed to develop a disliking
for her. Not that Stacy was much of a threat.
Willow blocked and landed several blows on her own. She
couldn't even see how the Hardys were faring. The match had gone
straight to hell from the get go. Willow latched onto Stacy's arm
and whipped the girl into the corner.
Matt saw this out of the corner of his eye. Immediately, the
older brother knelt down on all fours in front of the stunned Stacy.
Willow didn't need any encouragement after that. She took off at a
run, leaping off Matt's back and landing a perfect Poetry in Motion
on the blonde.
Matt and Jeff whipped both Billy and Chuck in separate
corners, after which Willow gave them the same treatment she had
given Stacy. Billy and Stacy were thrown out of the ring as Matt set
Chuck up for the Twist of Fate. Nailing it, Matt turned to his
brother, who was already on the turnbuckle. With a quick salute to
the crowd, Jeff flew into the Swanton Bomb.
Landing, Jeff gathered up Chuck for the three count. The ref
called for the bell and Matt and Willow dumped Chuck out to his team-
mates. The ref raised their hands in victory while Willow just
smirked at the retreating Stacy. She loved kicking the crap out of
that woman. But she couldn't really revel in it at that moment.
Willow had more pertinent matters to take care of.
Quickly, before she could lose her nerve, Willow spun around
and locked lips with Jeff Hardy. The fans started screaming
hysterically while Matt looked on in approval. For Jeff's part, the
man had been stunned but recovered quickly. He wrapped his arms
around the redhead, lifting her up to kiss her better.
Eventually they broke apart, gasping for breath. Jeff gave
her a bright smile.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
Willow giggled and playing poked him in the chest.
"Just thinking about what you said earlier," she smiled at
him. "And I figured I might as well give you a chance. In my hotel
room, tonight, if you can manage."
Jeff grinned widely.
"I can manage that," he assured her. Willow giggled and
extracted herself from his arms.
"Good," she tossed back at him. "And if you bring the ice
cream, I'll bring the nudity."
Jeff wasted no time in getting her back to the hotel that
night.
*****