TITLE: Cursed!
CHARACTERS: Raven, Stevie Richards, misc. other 1996 ECW stars
PAIRINGS: None, as of yet
NOTES: Don't have any…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these people; I just use them to make everyone else happy!
Raven hated the cold. He hated walking through the Philadelphia streets in winter. He hated the crowds that took over the sidewalk. He hated Philadelphia in general.
The worst part was that he easily could have driven to the ECW Arena from his hotel. Except that his car was broken down. And he had woken up late, so all of the other ECW stars had already left for the arena. Even his own flunkie, Stevie Richards, had left without waking him. Oh, Stevie was getting a beating for that.
"Fucking little bitch. I'll kill him." Raven muttered, drawing his leather jacket closer to his body. He shivered and winced at the cold gust of wind that nearly froze his bare fingers. "I hate the cold."
He continued to push through the crowd, heavy leather combat boots thunking heavily against the cold, concrete sidewalk.
Raven felt his shoulder strike something solid and heard a woman's muffled protest. He looked down to see a small, lithe woman with crazy, brown curls and oversized glasses lying on the sidewalk. Her appearance reminded him of a gypsy.
"Watch where you're going." Raven growled, tightening his jacket and hefting his gym bag higher on his shoulder.
"It is your fault." The woman replied, angry for his un-gentlemanly behavior as she pushed herself up.
Raven rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever…freak." He began to leave when she began speaking again.
"A curse, I place on you, for your childish behavior. Until you have learned to act like an adult, you lose the privilege of your years." With a nod, the woman hurried off, belled waistband jingling as she went.
Raven raised an eyebrow. "Okay…"
After another successful ECW show, Raven grabbed Stevie by the collar of his cropped shirt. "You little bitch. You left without clearing it with me?!"
Stevie bit his lip. "Well, Rave, it's just-you came in really late last night and I-and I wanted to let you sleep! I'm sorry!"
Raven slowly released the cotton shirt clenched in his fist and lowered the raised hand that had been preparing to slap Stevie. "I'm letting you off this once." He started for the door when he realized that Stevie wasn't following. "Richards!"
Once they had arrived back at the hotel room, Raven crashed on one of the beds. "Shut up. I'm going to sleep. Really tired all of the sudden."
Stevie nodded and turned off the lamp. Raven was out before the lights were.