Sister of Pain
Author: PaulenaK
Rating: PG-15
Pairing:
Willow/Goldberg
Summary: Who says
pain doesn’t run in packs.
Disclaimer:
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Everything BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon.
Feedback: Is much
appreciated.
**
Prologue
**
The camera zoomed
in on the ramp as the curtain was pushed aside to focus on a pair of black
chunky boots with big silver buckles as they stepped out on to the ramp to the
sound of a melodic scream that chilled your bones, the sound being the wail of
a woman mourning the loss of a loved one, the high-pitched scream silencing the
audience of thousands.
The camera began to
make its way up two red and white stockinged legs stopping mid thigh when met
by the frills and fluff of a pink tutu, moving higher over a pierced bare
abdomen. A black bra followed which would have been seen as enticing if not for
the two cone shaped pipes that protruded off the cups.
Jet-black tresses
hung loosely about thin straight shoulders and huge silver hoop earrings
dangled from her lobes. Deep red lipstick the only colour that graced the
powdered skin of her face, her eyes lined with thick black pencil that went all
the way back to the top of her ear.
More jewellery
dangled from her wrists and clinked and clattered with every step she took.
Climbing the ring
steps one at a time she let her now red contacted eyes roam the arena before
stepping into the ring.
Agony had arrived.
**
Part One
**
Cocking her head to
one side Agony stared her opponent down who was now standing at the opposite
ring corner with her hands on her hips.
'So…' She thought,
'It seems the Holly's little filly wanted to taste Agony's wrath.'
Feigning boredom
Agony yawned not breaking there eye contact. Her hand reached up to unclasp the
hoops in her ears tucking them safely into a small pouch that dangled at her
waist before tossing the whole thing over the top rope.
At the roar of the
crowd she sunk to her knees and slowly crawled spider like towards her opponent
her tongue flicking out now and then to glide over her lips as she inched
closer. The sound of the crowd now seemed distant, the referee unseen… the
sound of the bell signalling the start of the match all she heard.
Rolling deftly to
the side to avoid the swift kick that her opponent geared her way Agony
snickered to herself bringing her foot forward to sweep under those of Molly's
sending the other woman down hard on her back.
Flipping up on to
her feet she stares down at the other woman the sadistic smile still on her
lips as she watched the women get to her feet.
'They always kick…'
She thought, 'Get down on all fours and straight away they think you’re gonna
bark.'
**
"And I thought
I was scary."
Bill Goldberg
looked away from the monitor he was watching to see young Brock Lesnar and Jeff
Hardy standing in the doorway of his locker room.
"You are
scary," He replied waving for them to enter.
Brock laughed.
"How can I not
be with you as an idol."
"Watch it
sonny," Goldberg said reaching out to slap the other man upside the head.
"I'm not that much older than you."
"Who is
she?" Jeff asked nodding towards the match Goldberg had been watching.
"Agony." He replied.
"Scary and
conflicted," Jeff raised his brow. "She should feel right at home
here."
Goldberg focused
his attention back on the monitor his face cringing seeing Agony lever herself
up with one hand onto the shoulder of Molly swinging her leg up as she did to
deliver a swinging scissor kick to the back of Molly's Head.
"And let me
just add dangerous to that list." Jeff added turning to frown at his
friend's lack of input to the conversation. "Earth to Goldberg… Come in
Goldberg…"
"There's
something about her wrestling style that seems familiar… but I can't wrap my
mind around it." Goldberg remarked bringing his hand up to rub at his chin
as if deep in thought.
"She wrestles
good… She wrestles bloody good!" Brock exclaimed
as they both watched the two women in the ring. "Damn and I thought you
were the bad ass!"
Their mouths fell
open at the sight of Agony jumping off the top rope to land a drop kick to the
back of Molly's shoulders before crawling up to straddle her opponents back,
digging her knees into Molly's upper arms while clasping both of Molly's legs
to pull them up behind her. There was nothing Molly could do but tap out.
"What the hell
was that?" Jeff said moving closer to the screen.
Goldberg just
shrugged as he got up moving away from the monitor not wanting the younger men
to see in his expression that he did indeed know what that move was. And as far
as he knew there was only one man who had perfected it - The man whose career
he had ended two years ago.
**
Part Two
**
"I'd forgo on
the shower and just head straight back to the hotel, the much bigger and uglier
Holly's are on the war path." Spike said as he fell into step beside her.
"Your bags are already in the rental car."
"I can handle
the Holly's."
"I know you
can... but humour me okay. Go back to the hotel."
"Your my best
friend not my brother." She said with a toss of her head.
"Exactly
why you should listen to me cos 'He' would boot both of our butts without
hesitation."
"Spike, I
would boot your butt without hesitation."
He frowned for a
minute before shrugging in acceptance.
"I know that
too... but his boot actually hurts."
"So does
mine," Two shadows fell over them as they rounded the last hallway that
led to the car park. "In fact... my fist can cause an awful lot of hurting
as well."
"I thought you
said it was the Holly’s on the war path?" She said as she looked up and up
and up into the eyes of Jamal and Rosie.
"Rosie and
Jamal... Hardcore and Crash? What’s the
difference?" He replied gallantly stepping in front of her.
"Oh... I could
be off but I'd say a good 300 pounds if not more." She said pulling him
back behind her, the look in her eyes telling him to stay there as she got into
battle stance.
A loud cry from
behind her sent her head reeling before she was pushed to the side, out of the
way. Looking up she saw Spike had rushed both Jamal and Rosie head first and
was now being dangled upside down by his ankles.
"Should have
known you wouldn’t listen," She grumbled getting to her feet.
Waving her hand in
front of her she waved for Rosie to approach her.
"Come on big
guy... show me what you got..." She taunted.
"Strong words
for a stick of a girl-"
"Take one more
step and it'll be your last for a while." Came a
low voice from behind the two men.
Jamal dropped the
now red faced Spike turning to face the man who had dared interrupt there beat
down only to laugh when he saw the lone man standing there. He turned back to
Rosie.
"Take the
step." He said.
The next thing any
of them saw was Jamal getting speared distracting Rosie's approach towards
Her head turned
towards the man who had aided them, their eyes locking for only a moment before
recognition and then hatred clouded her eyes as she lunged at him.
"
More people had
gathered and Spike's eyes sent a look of thanks as Jeff Hardy moved forward to
help him calm the irate girl in his arms.
"What's her
deal?" He asked when she pulled free of his grasp. She didn’t even seem to
be aware of any of them, her eyes still trained on Goldberg who was now being
helped to his feet by Brock and Lilian. "From what we saw he helped
her."
"You know
nothing." She hissed and then turned and stalked away from them.
"Let her
go." Goldberg said when Jeff made to grab her arm again his voice low but
forceful.
They all watched as
Spike Dudley and the one they knew as Agony walked down the hallway and out the
door.
**
"Sweetie, will
you calm down."
"How can I
calm down... tell me... knowing what you know about me... how can I calm
down!"
"Your paths
were destined to cross sooner or later, Will's. You work for the same
company."
"It's just
hard... to see him and want so much to... Arrrgh!"
She growled bringing her hand down on the top of their rental car in
frustration. "You know sometimes I wish I never came here, evil
"But you’re
not 'evil
"No, I’m what’s left." She lowered her eyes hiding the tears
that shone there as she lowered herself into the driver’s seat. 'Agony.' She added quietly to herself as she drove out of
the car park.
**
Part Three
**
Goldberg walked
into his locker room and made to shut the door behind him but failed miserably,
rolling his eyes as the petite blonde barged into the room closing the door
behind her, sternly dismissing the two younger men that stood out in the
hallway.
"What the hell
happened?"
"You’re asking
me?"
"You see any
other cutie in here with a shaved head?"
He knew his best
friend wouldn’t let up until he spilled the beans, 'Bloody woman' He thought to
himself not knowing that his expression gave his thoughts away.
"I heard
that!" She said planting her hands on her hips and sending him a glare
before she continued. "I thought we agreed that you would take it slow,
work yourself in with the flow of things around here... not jump in head
first."
"Lil, I was just
walking and stumbled on a lady in trouble." He said stuffing his gear into
his gym bag. "End of story."
"Honey, she
was ready to kill you!" She shrugged in exasperation when he didn’t reply.
"You’re my oldest and dearest friend, its okay to ask for help."
"Been watching
afternoon school specials again?" He asked patting her head like a father
would his child.
"Moi?" She replied feigning aristocratic maturity
before singing the first few lines to the '
He glared at her
and Lilian glared right back, all the resolve she could muster in her eyes and
he knew this was one battle she aimed to win.
"Come to my
room tonight, I'll explain everything then." He grumbled turning back to
his gym bag.
She eyed him warily
and he knew she was deciding wether to let it lay till tonight or push on with
it. He physically relaxed when she decided on the former throwing his bag over
his shoulder with one hand whilst reaching for hers.
Jeff and Brock were
still standing around outside his locker room when they emerged.
"Thanks for
being there earlier," He said to the two younger men.
"Ah... you
could've taken them," Jeff scoffed playfully punching his shoulder.
"We just
wanted to make sure everything was okay." Brock said standing up a little
straighter from where he leaned against the wall. "That girl was a real
spitfire."
Goldberg lowered
his eyes which went unmissed by his best friend.
"I'm sure she
has her reasons," He said with a shrug ending the conversation before it
could start. "We'll see you guys back at the hotel."
"Bye
guys," Lilian just managed to get out before Goldberg propelled her down
the hallway only releasing her once they were out in the car park. "Real smooth, Goldie."
"Shut
up."
Not even the
screech of wheels on asphalt as he drove out of the car park could drown out
the sound of his friend's mocking laughter.
**
Part Four
**
Lilian watched her
friend pace the hotel room like a caged animal, she had known something was up
the first time she had seen his reaction to the newest diva's wrestling style.
He was guarded and broody not even wanting to confide in her, and she was his
best friend!
But now that they
had come face to face with the obviously troubled girl there was no way she was
gonna let him off the hook this time. That little psycho had hurled herself at
him and 'He' had come to her rescue! She'd hate to think what she would
actually do to someone she hated...
"Okay... I'm
here, your here... time to let me in on what’s going on in that bald head of
yours." She said emphasising her words by reaching up on her tippee-toes
letting her tiny fist rap against the top of his forehead.
"Agony..."
He said with a shrug.
"Well hello, I
know that already." She slapped him on the arm before pulling him over to
the couch. "Sit."
He looked down at
her as he sat glad they weren’t out in public. He would never live this down if
the other guys in the roster saw how easy this little speck of a woman could
order him around.
"What is it
about her sweetie? How do you know her?"
"I don’t
really," He sighed rubbing at his eyes.
"Huh?"
"Back in my
WCW days... my feud with the ‘Brothers of Pain'... there was an accident...
someone died..."
"Yes I
remember there was a big write up about it in all the news papers and sports
magazines... not to mention the fan-fiction craze that swept over the
internet!" Her eyes bulged as the memories came flooding back. "But I
don’t get it... that wasn’t your fault... a lot of people saw what happened.
Even Sting and Raven didn’t blame you... they all knew the risks."
He lowered his eyes
in thought but it didn’t stay down long as his head snapped up.
"I didn’t know
you read fan-fiction?"
"Oh all the
time and don’t change the subject." She poked him in the ribs for good
measure before waving for him to continue his story. "What's all this got
to do with Agony?"
He stood to go
stand at the door to the balcony and stared out at the lights that filled the
night sky.
"I didn’t know
this... I don’t think anyone on the roster did at the time, but at the funeral
I found out that the 'Brothers of Pain' had a sister."
Realisation showed
clearly on Lilian's features.
"Agony?"
"Agony."
"Are you sure
it's her?"
Goldberg closed his
eyes remembering the way
"I'm
sure."
**
Part Five
**
She lay awake on
top of her bed not being able to sleep after her little bout with the one man
she hated more than anything in this world. She had always thought nothing
could compare with the feelings she had felt towards
Closing her eyes
she concentrated on that hate, willing her body into a state of unconsciousness
while her inner self flowed up and out of her body spiralling up and out the
open window, the lace curtains billowing out with the breeze.
She found herself
back in Sunnydale walking through the woods, the scent of a chase in air and
her smile grew sinister as she spotted the lone man scrambling through the
tree's ahead of her.
Watched as he
clawed his way through the thicket up and over rocks in his attempt to escape
her, his clothes were covered in dirt and blood, his eyes filled with fear...
that alone fuelling her desire to see his hurt as she hurt.
Sweat poured off his
brow leaving glistening trails running down the side of his face and neck
disappearing down the collar of his shirt soaking it.
Closing her eyes
she inhaled deeply the smell of fear that was rampant in the air warming her
bones. She gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her back then smiled as she
reached behind her to pull out the axe that was embedded there.
"Run all
night,
"Did you give
the one you killed time to plea?" She sneered back at him the need for
revenge so thick she could almost touch it.
She watched as he
took a step away from her his back coming up flush against the trunk of a tree.
"Willow
please..." He begged.
"I am not
Seeing his face in
the place
A look of
contentment showed on
**
Part Six
**
"Dude you look
like shit!"
"Lick me,
maybe I taste like shit too." Goldberg grumbled as he passed Rob in the
hallway.
"Not a happy
camper today." He chuckled shortening his step to bring him beside the
prettier of his two friends who followed at a slower gait.
"He didn’t get
much sleep last night, tossed and turned like no tomorrow then got up grumpier
then when he went to bed." Lilian exclaimed obviously having already been
on the receiving end of Goldberg's bad mood.
"All
superstars have their off days," Rob said trying to make light of the
situation.
"True
enough... I just feel like I'm rooming with a grizzly bear with a bee in his
jocks."
Rob cringed.
"Thank you
very much for that mental image."
Lilian smiled.
"Gee... I’m
feeling better already."
"Well will you
look at that," Rob mused, Lilian turned following his line of sight down
to the hallway. "Looks like someone had a good night, is that a smile I
see on the face of the Spike's little friend?"
"Agony."
"Huh?"
"Her name's
Agony."
"Whatever..."
Lilian looked back
at her friend who seemed to be in a daze.
"Rob?"
She waved her hand in front of his face.
"Hmmm?"
"Close your
mouth."
"Oh..."
He quickly snapped it shut as Spike and Agony walked by them to disappear into
their locker room. "She's quite pretty when her face isn’t all twisted in
a scowl."
Lilian started
walking again sighing heavily when she caught sight of Goldberg standing in the
doorway of their locker room apparently having seen the little happy fest take
place between Spike and Agony as well. His grumpy countenance gone replaced by
something else, something she didn’t think she would ever see on his tough
facial exterior... regret.
"This is my
stop," Rob said pointing to the locker room door which he shared with
Edge, Christian and
Lilian smiled back
at him offering him a small wave in response before entering the locker room
she shared with Goldberg. She found him seated on the bench wrapping tape
around his wrists, his grumpy persona back in place.
With a sigh she
decided to leave him alone instead turning towards the little mirror and table
that had been set up for her, seating herself before pulling out her make up
case.
**
"What's got
you all full of hugs and smiles this morning?"
"Do I need a
reason?"
Spike sat down on
the bench next to her bag.
"Well
considering you were all 'Rough and tumble
She couldn’t help
but smile at his usage of words, he reminded her so much of Xander and her
school days back in Sunnydale.
'Gee, it seems like
a life time ago.' She thought.
"So, fess up!
What's got your mood like sixty degree's towards the happy signal?"
"I just had a
good night's sleep last night is all... even had a pleasant dream."
"Oh really...
tell me... was I in this dream?"
She shook her head
a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Was nakedness
involved?"
"Nah-ah."
"Then it
wasn't a sex orientated dream?"
"Nope."
"Then I don’t
wanna know about it."
**
Part Seven
**
The sound of wails
filled the arena and the crowd cheered knowing that any minute now Agony would
make her way toward the ring. She had fast become a crowd favourite having
stuck it to Bishoff her first day here gaining popularity status with the fan's
but with an added downside of having Eric Bishoff as an enemy.
"Wake up man,
you playing or not."
Goldberg was hailed
from his thoughts by a hand swiping at the upside of his head, sending a glare
to a grinning Bradshaw as he threw his cards down.
"I fold."
"Well you’re
no fun," Bradshaw complained as he gathered the cards up getting ready to
deal out another hand to those who remained seated at his make shift table.
Goldberg shifted
his chair closer to the monitor to watch Agony's match against
"Looks like
someone's been doing their homework," Jeff said as he and Brock took the
empty seats next to him. "She's countered all of Agony's moves."
"Let’s not
forget that the only reason she has been able to counter all of Agony's moves
is because of that dick weed boyfriend of
Goldberg growled
inwardly at the thought of that man and his interfering ways. "She can
hold her own."
"Famous last
words bro..." Rob said as he joined them in front of the monitor.
"Ah... it’s the conflicted one..." His face physically brightened at
seeing Agony on the screen causing Goldberg to scowl. "...Oh
and the crazed one." He added sourly when he saw who her opponent
was.
Goldberg's eye
brows creased as all three men seated with him cheered when Agony flew off the
top rope crashing into both Victoria and Stevie Richards on the outside of the
ring rolling up to her feet before yanking Victoria up by the hair to toss her
back into the ring. She was about to slide back in when she felt someone tug on
her ankle pulling her back out with such force that her head hit the floor
before the rest of her body.
"Now that had
to hurt," Brock claimed as he slapped a hand over his forehead.
"For
sure," Jeff agreed his eyes glued to the screen.
Rob just nodded his
head in agreement as he continued to watch.
"What do you
think, Goldberg?" He asked turning away from the screen when he heard no
reply, only to be met with an empty chair.
**
Agony felt dazed as
she lay on the mat mentally trying to snap out of it knowing she only had a few
seconds before another blow would come her way... And it came in the form of
boots to her back and shoulders the roars of the crowd all she heard as she
continued to take his massive blows.
"Damn pink
leotard loving jerk off." She mumbled as she tried to numb her mind to the
pain and it seemed to be working because she felt nothing now.
Opening her eyes
she saw why... 'HE' was there going at it pound for pound with Stevie Richards
taking the man's focus off her.
'What the hell is
he doing helping her... he wasn’t supposed to help her... she hated him.'
Getting to her feet
she stood with her hands on her hips and watched as they battled it out till
she felt someone’s hand in her hair yanking her up.
'Damn! She had
forgotten about
The other girl
brought her through the ropes and threw her by the hair into the turn buckle.
'So... the jerk
off's bitch wanted to play hard ball.' She thought as she spun around and
kicked out with all her strength sending the other woman down before climbing
on top of her as she lay on her stomach grabbing both her legs to pull them up
and back, her signature move.
The bell going off
signalled she had won the match brought her to her feet while the referee bent
down to check on the still writhing form of
Agony watched as
Stevie reached through the ropes to pull his girl friend out before helping her
back up the ramp and through the curtain before her eyes fell on the man who
had come out to help her.
No words were
said... no words were offered... the only thing either of them heard was the
roar of the crowd as he turned on his heel and disappeared through the curtain.
**
Part Eight
**
It was a
tempestuous Agony that stormed through the arena after her match, the scalding
hot shower doing naught to ease her temper if anything all it had done was make
her skin glow from the heat. Now it looked like she had been caught with her
hand in the cookie jar because she had all over blush.
"Agony! A moment of your
time!"
'Great' She thought as Michael Cole hurried towards her an ever
present cameraman at his side. 'Now the whole world was going to see 'Agony the
beetroot.'
"Congratulations
on your win tonight,"
"Thanks."
She managed to grunt out in reply. 'Greaser.'
"Now Agony...
the question in everyone's mind... why did Goldberg come out to help you?"
"Ask
him." She shrugged speaking into the microphone that was shoved in front
of her face.
"Easier said
than done-"
"You bitch! You skank!"
Both Agony and
Michael Cole turned to see Victoria and Stevie walking down the hallway towards
them.
'As if this night
couldn’t get any better...'
"Next week we
meet again... a match has already been made." Victoria sneered down at
her, the crazed look she had erected for the fans now gone replaced by sheer
hatred in it's purest form.
Michael Cole
motioned for the camera to keep rolling as Agony stepped toward the older woman
not daunted by her height advantage or the fact that her boy friend was
standing right there. The two women just simply stared at each other deep dark
pools boring into hazy green both daring the other to back down.
"Okay, save it
for the ring you two." The voice of the Co-GM boomed through the hall as
he came to stand between the two women.
Michael Cole sighed
heavily raising his eyes heavenward in thanks for Stone Cold Steve Austin's
interference, like he'd be much help to Agony if Stevie had decided to join in
the battle of wills between Agony and
"Next
week."
"Oh... one
more thing..."
'Serve's you right
sum bitch.' He thought as the couple rounded a corner.
"And your
still here because?" He added turning his attention towards Michael Cole.
"Because-"
"What!"
"Well-"
"What!"
"Leaving."
"Best thing
you've said all day."
"Now don’t
look at me like that little one... If'n you be wantin' answers, I suggest you
look a little closer to home."
'Home?' She inwardly repeated to herself before
letting out an uttered groan as realisation dawned on her.
"Oh, he was so
going to get it."
**
Part Nine
**
"What the hell
was that?" Lilian demanded as she stormed through the open door of his
hotel room.
Goldberg did his
best impersonation of the people's eyebrow before looking down at his dinner.
"Well, it's
suppose to be pepperoni pizza... what's it look like to you?"
"Don’t play
smart arse with me, iceberg... What did I tell you about laying low? Now not
only do you have Rosie and Jamal after that bulky tush of yours but now you've
managed to get yourself embroiled into an inter-gender match with Agony... who
might I add HATES YOUR GUTTS!"
"Lil... look
at me... how is someone my size and my height supposed to lay low? I'm in now I
may as well work up an enemy list." He sent her his best 'You know I'm
right' smile and watched as she caved moving forward to slap him playfully on
the arm before leaning forward to place a light kiss on the top of his head.
"You know one
of these days that smile isn’t gonna work on me... then what are you going to
do hmmm?" She asked rubbing on the smudge her lipstick made on his bald
head.
"I'll deal
with that when and if the time comes... now did you come here to eat or
talk."
"Both,"
She smiled prettily at him. "…being of the female human species I, like
all others of my kind... were blessed with the skill of multi-tasking."
"That’s not
all they were blessed with..." He grumbled under his breath.
"Excuse
me?"
"Pizza?" He asked offering her a slice.
She took the
proffered slice leaning back in her chair as she stared at him.
He looked at her as
he started eating chewing vigorously on his slice trying not to let her
inquisitive look get to him.
"Stop
it." He finally grumbled giving in only after a few minutes.
"What?"
Came her innocent reply.
"You know
what."
"I'm just
looking..."
"Lil..."
"Okay fine...
if you don’t want to talk about it... I will." She waited expecting him to
protest again but instead he lowered his head once again munching on his pizza.
"I think you like her."
"Who?"
Lilian rolled her
eyes.
"Who? Whom? Agony that’s
who."
Now it was his turn
to roll his eyes.
"Don’t make me
laugh... it was a momentary weakness because I knew Spike wasn’t at the arena.
I mean come on Lil, who else would've went out there?"
"Rob, Taker,
Kane, Al... shall I continue?"
"Like you’re
gonna let me stop you," He grumbled.
"I heard
that." She stated before continuing. "It's okay to like someone
Bill... even if she's a little too much like the character she portrays."
He pushed his plate
away from him unfinished.
"She hates
me."
Moving to sit
beside him on the couch she rested her head against his shoulder.
"When we first
met I hated you too."
He smiled at that.
"Yeah... you
were a real hellion. Now your just hell."
"Hey!"
He chuckled at her
petulant look.
"My point
is... sometimes you have to look under the layers to find the man hiding behind
the mask. I see him... and soon... so will she."
He turned to look
at her before pulling her into a hug.
"How did you
get so wise?" He mumbled into her shoulder.
"Oh..."
She felt the laughter rumbling in his chest. "…just
another blessing bestowed upon the females of our species."
**
Part Ten
**
"I can’t stand
the man! How the hell am I gonna manage with him as a partner!"
"Will you just
calm down-"
"I AM
CALM!"
Sting winched
covering his ears with his hands.
"Okay... let’s
try that again..." He turned to the man chuckling across from him who
looked up from the book he was reading with interest. "A little help here
would be appreciated."
"Hey... she's
your sister..." He replied easily.
"She's your
sister too... besides she takes more after you with all the red hair and love
for all things dusty..."
"I am still in
the room you know?" She piped in waving her arms in front of their faces.
Raven's eyebrows
creased.
"Did you hear
something?"
"Oh funny
guys... I have a situation here, a very serious situation that I don’t like cause it makes me feel all woozy and nauseous and..."
"...and makes
you think about things you would rather not think about like say..."
"...dead
people."
"God it's
creepy when you guys do that!" Spike shuddered a chill going down his
spine.
"Do
what?"
"That chop and
change thing you all got going on, its like you guys
send each other little messages telepathically telling the other what to say
and when to say it... it's scary." He shuddered again for good measure.
Willow just looked
at her brothers and shrugged bringing a hand up to twirl her finger at the top
of her ear before mouthing the word 'Loco' to her brothers.
"Can we get
back to my problem please? Why did you do it?" She turned back to her
oldest brother sitting down in front of him so he would have to meet her gaze.
"Because I
thought it would be a good thing."
"A
good thing how?"
"He's in a
position to protect you where we are not."
"Oh
crap!"
"Willow..."
"I can take
care of myself... for god's sake you saw to it that I could take care of
myself... the three of you taught me everything I know!"
"We didn’t
teach you to hate
God she hated it
when he went all righteous on her.
"No... I have
someone else to thank for that."
"Which is why
I called in a favour from my old buddy Stone Cold, now you have a chance to
harness that hatred, maybe not get past it as yet... but its a start
Will's..." He leaned forward in his seat taking her face between his
hands. "You can’t go on like this forever."
"Sting, your
my brother and I love you... it's just I'm trying to see things your way, but I
can’t get my head up my butt."
Spike choked on his
coffee sending a spray of hot dark liquid flying across the table igniting a
muffled cry from around the table as all three siblings got sprayed.
"Ooops." He said before racing out of the room the
hot tempered of the three, Raven, on his heels.
Willow got up to
grab a towel laughing to herself as she wiped the coffee from her shirt before
looking up to see her oldest brothers eyes still thoughtful as he stared at
her.
"What?"
"Just some
parting words of wisdom little sis, getting your head up your butt isn’t the
problem... it's getting it out."
**
Part Eleven
**
"You have to
go out there and help him!"
"I don’t
'have' to go out there and do a damn thing."
"
"What?"
"I spilt my
slurpie..." He replied shaking his hands free of the concoction of crushed
ice and flavouring.
"No one told
him to scratch my back."
"Exactly
why you should go out there."
"I don’t see
your logic..."
"To be honest
neither do I..." Spike walked into the small bathroom and returned a few
minutes later with a towel. "But
that’s beside the
'I should be use to
this' He thought as he wiped up the rest of the spilt slurpie, chucking the
soiled towel in a corner he sat down in the seat
"Oh...
yummy..." He smiled picking up
**
Goldberg had
expected his match against Angle to be a one on three match
and had even considered the interference of Victoria and Stevie after he had
come down during her match with Agony... but what he hadn’t been prepared for
was the flying mass of black that came shooting at them from off the top rope.
He didn’t know how
she did it but she had angled her body just right knocking both of Angle's
lackeys over the top rope and out onto the concrete floor giving him an opening
to spear Kurt which he took leaving the man a quivering mess in the corner of
the ring.
He turned expecting
to find Stevie Richards behind him but instead he was met with both the crazed
duo's bodies laid out in a heap at the opposite corner.
'What the hell?' He
spun a few times in the centre of the ring but all his eyes met with were
Angle's two lackeys helping the Olympic jackass up the ramp.
"Looking for
me?"
He spun again this
time finding Agony standing behind him, her expression defacing the amusement
he saw in her eyes and he found himself wishing that he could unlock the
laughter she hid so well in his presence.
His eyes followed
hers as she circled him inside the ring, his mind going one hundred miles in
hour trying to rack his brain for something to say to her that wouldn't send
her flying his way with 'Hurt him' radiating from her limbs.
The crowd cheered
their approval as he slowly extended his hand out to her in a show of
friendship metaphorically offering an olive branch. She looked from his face to
his hand then back up to his face again but before she could even open her
mouth or 'Heaven forbid extend her own hand in acceptance' music came streaming
through the speakers and the crowd booed and chanted arsehole... they both
turned to see Eric Bischoff making his way down to the ring with his ever
present muscle looming up behind him.
Instinctively
Goldberg stepped closer to Agony pushing her behind his enormous frame.
"And when did
you become batman?" She asked stepping out from behind him and planting
her hands on her hips as she glared at the man who now entered the ring.
"Oh look... its booboomagoo."
"Always a
pleasure to see you too, Agony my sweet," Eric replied as he stood facing
them with his arms wrapped around what looked like a brochure or calendar
holding on to it as if his life depended on it. "I was just sitting in my
office leafing through the various items I get to leaf through being Co-GM and
all that..." His grin broadened and he started to pace confidently back
and forth before them.
"And well
something just happened to catch my attention... something I felt this an
opportune time to share with everyone seeing as you were already down here
coming to the aid of your buff stud muffin there..." He motioned to the
glaring hulk of mass next to her. "…which by the way was so sweet I could
cry buckets into next week..."
He laughed at his
own joke as he casually flicked through the pages of what he held in his hands,
Willow too caught up in keeping Jamal and Rosie in her line of sight to notice
the Sunnydale High prospectus blazoned on the cover until he had opened it releasing
the centrefold picture of her taken when she had won Sunnydale’s very own 'Most
likely to achieve before they were 25' award.
Even from where she
stood she could still see in the picture the proud face of Vampiro standing in
the crowd behind her as the picture was taken. That had been the last time she
had seen her brother before his accident...
'Accident' He had
died and yes it had been an accident... she needed someone to hate back then...
needed someone to blame... someone to direct all her hurt and anger at Piro
being taken from her. She didn’t concern herself with the taunts that were
coming from the man in front of her about fuzzy sweaters, floral skirts and
'Nerdy Willow' in her mind all she saw was Piro.
She didn’t know
what happened next only knowing that she was being pulled out of the ring and
carried back up the ramp vaguely remembering seeing Spike, Bubba and D-von
running down the ramp minutes before.
'Spike,' She
thought leaning her head more into his shoulder, her arms reaching up to circle
his neck reeling at the feeling of anger traced with something else that
radiated from his aura... her mind too much in a whirl to fully comprehend what
that feeling was.
Her eyes fluttered
open her gaze seeking and finding the happenings back down at ringside... she
saw D-von duking it out with Rosie, Bubba pounding on Jamal and Spike bull
dogging Bischoff...
'Spike bull dogging
Bischoff?' Eyebrows drawn she raised her head and the last thing she saw was
the intense blue depths of Goldberg's gaze before she passed out.
**
Part Twelve
AN: "Denotes
words spoken"
'Denotes thoughts'
**Denotes promo's**
//Denotes dream state//
**
//Willow moaned
trying to find comfort on the soft cold ground beneath her but slowly the cold
began to creep through her clothes robbing her body of its warmth. She shivered
before opening her eyes having to take a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light,
squinting out at what floated gently down from the sky to lay around her, under
her...
'This cant be right...' She thought standing shakily to her feet
hearing the snow crunch beneath the weight of her body as she neared the
cliff's edge to look out at the expanse of white covered land that went on as
far as the eye could see.
"Willow..."
She turned to see
her brother standing a few feet away from her, his face as white as the snow
that fell around them.
"Piro..."
"It's time to
forgive,
"I don’t know
if I can..." Tears forms and fell from her eyes only to turn to ice on her
cheeks. "Why does my heart weep?"
"It longs for
what it's lost..."
"I lost
you."
"No,
"No... What
can be more important then you?"
"Love."
He reached out then
and
"Willow...
"Piro?" He heard her whisper, that one name tearing
at his heart, that one name the only thing keeping what had happened two years
ago alive and breathing between them.
"No
Willow opened her eyes
and looked into the deep blue of Goldberg's, in his gaze she saw all the pain
and the emotional scars he carried... seeing for the first time how that one
night two years ago had not only changed her life but his as well... and for
the second time that night Goldberg learnt to expect the unexpected when it
came to Willow, when she smiled.
**
Epilogue
**
"From
"Here they come JR!" The King Jerry Lawler shrieked his eyes
alight with excitement as the cheers from the crowd threatened to blow the roof
off the arena as Goldberg and Agony walked down the ramp hand in hand.
"Yes,
people... this past week has been very surreal for lack of a better word with
the newly found bond between Goldberg and Agony... sources tell us the duo have
been inseparable and I've just been told we have footage of an interview the
coach had with Goldberg's best friend Lilian Garcia and Agony's best friend Spike
Dudley so lets take you back to that footage right now."
**"Lilian can
you shed any light on what’s happening between Goldberg and Agony?"
"What’s
happening between them... well only they know for sure but I can tell you this." She faced the camera. "I have never seen
Goldberg as happy as he is with Agony."
The crowd roared in
approval.
"And you
Spike... what are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts
coach are that Agony will have to change her name soon cos the amount of time
she smiles now... there aint no way she's in agony."
The Coach chuckled
as he watched the pair walk off together.
"Well you
heard it right here folks. This is the Coach, back to you JR."**
"And there you
indeed have it people... whether it be love, lust or part of something
bigger... who really knows other then those two standing in the ring right
now."
Somewhere above a
lone figure stood watching... and smiled as he was swept up in a beam of light.
**
End
**