Title: Three In a Bed
Author: Charity Lynn
Author's Email: jerichogrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. :o)
Distribution: Dark Realms of Fantasy, all others just
ask.
Disclaimer: The WWF owns the wrestlers, I only wish I
did. This does not in any way indicate that the
wrestler(s) really act like this. Tasha & Jami own
themselves. I own myself. Don't bother suing, all
you'd get is an empty can of Planters Vanilla Sweet
Roasts and a couple Diet Pepsi cans which are
worthless because we don't have a can deposit where I
live.
Summary: It's a wrestlers-in-boxes story
Non-slash
Rating: PG-13
Content: Nothing big, maybe some cussing.
Raven muttered under his breath. He was currently
sitting in the world's tiniest closet, huddled in with
not one, not two, but THREE mops, a broom, a bucket,
and a dustpan. Plus a bunch of seldom used coats. He
supposed that living in Texas meant you didn't have
much call to wear a coat. He'd heard that his owner,
Charity, was getting a new wrestler-in-a-box. He
wasn't sure who, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
All he knew was that Charity was excited and he
figured he was being replaced. That's why he was
hiding in the closet. He figured if he couldn't be
found, he couldn't be sent back to Jami. That girl was
more sadistic than he was. He shuddered at the thought
of having to put up with her, Jeff, and that damned
Jericho-in-a-box that Jami kept under her bed.
The doorbell rang, a single ding to announce that
someone was at the door. Charity hurried out to the
door, not wanting her mom to know about her new toy
that was coming. Charity's mom already gave Raven
dirty looks whenever she caught him sleeping on
Charity's bed with her. After making sure her mom was
still asleep, Charity quickly tugged the box into her
bedroom. Grinning, she slit the tape with a pair of
scissors and let out a furious Paul Heyman. "What the
blue hell is going on around here?" Charity rolled her
eyes. Figures he wouldn't even notice her. "Hello
there." Charity said. "Well, hello. Who are you?"
Charity grinned. "I'm Charity, your new owner. You
were captured by my friend Jami and sent to me in a
box." Heyman nodded. "Cool."
Raven came out of the closet in the hall. "Heyman?
You're replacing me with Heyman?" Raven stood there
with a scowl on his face. "But what about me? What
about Raven?" Charity rolled her eyes. "Raven, would
you chill out?" Raven glared at her. "No I will not
chill out. You're replacing me." Charity tried to cut
in. "No, I'm...." Raven held up a hand. "Yes you are.
I might have known. After all, you printed out those
pictures of Heyman, but you've never printed out any
of me." Charity felt like banging her head against the
wall. "That's because my favorite picture of you came
out of a magazine and I don't NEED to print one out.
I'm not getting rid of you, I'm not replacing you."
Raven looked at her. "The rules say only one wrestler
in a box per person." He nodded. "So now that you've
got Heyman, I gotta go."
Charity looked at the ceiling and muttered "Give me
strength." She looked at her Raven. "I get to have two
because I'm doing a favor for Jami. So I get to keep
you both. Now, how are we going to sleep? I'm ready
for a nap." Charity looked at the futon she slept on
and at Heyman and Raven. Grinning, she plopped herself
in the middle. "OK guys, three in a bed. Pick a side,
any side." Heyman crawled in on Charity's right and
Raven crawled in on Charity's left. "Goodnight you
two." The two guys glared at each other. "Goodnight
Charity." They said in unison. Charity rolled her eyes
and went to sleep.