My Wrestler Aint In His Box

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. I don't own some of the people mentioned...I own myself. Aren't I fortunate? And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.

Summary:This is a running joke between me and my friend Tasha. The idea behind it is that we would kidnap certain wrestlers and then send them out to people (example, I have a Jeff-in-a-box, Tasha has a Edge-in-a-box) we even have a webpage... https://www.angelfire.com/wrestling3/inboxes/index.html . And no harm is meant by this. This is just a stupid fic.

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"Would you please stop swimming in that damn fishtank! I need to get rid of it, you've already eaten all the fish in it." Jami crinkled her nose in disgust. She looked over to where Jeff Hardy stood in her large fishtank, wearing only a snorkel and swimming trunks.

"You are such a bitch today. I know you didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, 'cause I barb-wired that part ever since the 'let's light Jeff on fire incident'." Jeff glared at her.

Jami sighed loudly. How was she to know that having her own personal Jeff-in-a-box was going to require so much work. Not to mention the closet full of wrestlers she needed to send out.

"Would you please go into the bedroom and yell at Rhyno to stop goring the door?" Jami asked in frustration. Jeff hopped out of the fishtank and made a face at her. "Damn woman..you get gored one time and suddenly..." he let his voice trail off as he saw the look that crossed Jami's face.

once again Jami sighed loudly. She was checking her email, seeing what orders had come in that day for wrestlers-in-a-box. Personally, she was just thrilled she had actually got the Big Show shipped off the other morning. The UPS man looks at your pretty funny when you demand he take a 500 pound package, airholes and all, to another state.

It had all started out as a simple joke. Tasha and herself had been talking about kidnapping Jeff and Adam. Jami would kidnap Adam and Tasha would kidnap Jeff. Then they would mail them to each other. For kicks.

They had mentioned it briefly on a list called taste-the-rainbow@yahoogroups.com *ahemplug4thegroup* and it had blown up into a huge sucess! The only reason they had mentioned it at all was because Tasha was cross that Jami had forgotten to put airholes in Adam's box, and Jami was cross 'cause Tasha had only put one little tiny air hole in Jeff's box.

But that was the days of quiet innosence. Before they knew it they were getting requests for all sorts of wrestlers. Brothers of list members wanting female wrestlers. Which the females were much easier to get than the male's. The female's could be talked into a box and shipped off with no problem. But the male's. Jami sighed again. The male's you had to hit over the head with a chair. When they woke up, the first thing they did was fall in deep lust, love, like, slave-hood, whatever with the first person they saw. That's why the wrestler's always went into boxes right away.

Tasha and Jami both had closests in their bedrooms where they kept the wrestlers. But half the time they couldn't remember who they had in their closet. They would have to just dive in and see who they could bring out. That's why none of them ran away. They always saw either Tasha or Jami first. Then one of them would simply hit the wrestler over the head, and wham...when they woke up they were at the customers house. Fairly easy work. That is unless you were trying to put a 500 pound unconscious man into a box...then it wasn't so pleasant.

Not only that but Tasha and Jami lived in seperate states. Jami was in Iowa while Tasha lived in North carolina. So there only ways of communication was email. So, they had to delegate wrestlers to each other and had to work on the kidnappings on their own.

Jami watched as Jeff walked back into the kitchen where she sat. He had changed out of his wet trunks and was now in his usual attire of boxers. He sat in one of her kitchen chairs, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. He cocked his head to one side and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jami turned back to her computer, shrugging her shoulders. She clicked open another email as Jeff came and stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Jami brushed a stray piece of her brown hair out of her eyes as she read the words on the screen in front of her.

"Look at this. Her Lance Storm-in-a-box is behaving quiet nicely if I must say so. Look, she says when he "Get serious, he get's naked." Jeff, why don't you get naked when you get serious?" Jami pouted.

Jeff whirled her around in her chair, stopping it when it came so she was right in front of him. He bent down to look into her eyes and said in his southern drawl, "For two reasons sweetie....one, I don't get serious. Takes to much time. And two, I run around here all day in boxers. Anymore naked and I would scare the cat."

Jami sighed, "True. The poor cat has seen an awful lot of weird things around here lately." "Are you saying I look weird naked?" Jeff accused. "No! That's not it at all!" Jami defended herself.

"That's why you keep Chris Jericho under the bed instead of the closet, isn't it! Isn't it!" Jeff accused again. "No! It's just...." Jami was cut off by Jeff speaking again, "And all those wrestling posters in your room, the N Sync posters." he spat out in disgust. "The Rock poster next to your window...the Triple H poster at the head of your bed so it looks like your head is in his....ya know. For that fact, it looks like my head is in his...ya know." Jeff ranted.

"Jeff...baby, listen. I keep the wrestling posters 'cause I like wrestling. I have Diva posters up too. Right? And you are the one who helped me move the bed. You didn't say you minded then, did you? no. And the N Sync posters...um, they are there, to..um....remind me that with you, I have five men rolled up into one Jeffy package. And that you are much hotter than all five of them put together." Jami nodded in all serious.

Jeff cracked a smile. "Hey, how come you don't get naked when you get serious?" he asked her. Jami smiled as he led her to the bedroom, "And why DO you keep Chris Jericho under the bed."