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 opened his gym bag, throwing aside his extra ring clothes in an attempt to dig something out. He triumphantly held out a notebook, papers falling from the sides, to Stevie.

Stevie took the offered item, looking at it in interest. There were scribbles crisscrossing on the dark blue cover, making some kind of messy drawing. Looking closely, he made out the name 'Raven' around which all of the sketchy lines branched off. "This is so cool."

Raven shrugged, ducking his head to hide a small smile. "Thanks…"

Stevie opened the notebook and flipped through the torn out notes. "So, which papers go to Paul E.?"

Raven snatched the notebook back and fished out a few of the loose pages. He handed the sheaf of papers to Stevie. "That should work for the next week and a half or so."

Stevie nodded, watching the boy carefully re-bury the notebook under his old clothes.

Raven's eyes flitted around the room. They had been the first to arrive, and luckily, no one else had yet come in. He handed his bag to the tall man with a quiet whisper. "Put this back in the car. I don't want the other guys to see my bag."

Stevie nodded, throwing the bag over his shoulder. He hesitated as he reached the door, looking over his shoulder. "Will you be okay all by yourself for a little while?"

Raven quirked a brow. "I'm 32, Stevie. I think I'll be fine."

Stevie laughed. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot."

Raven rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Richards. Thank you so very much."

Stevie nodded. "Welcome."

After storing Raven's bag for the night, Stevie hurried back to Paul's office. He knocked, listening carefully for more screaming.

"Come in!" Paul called from inside.

Stevie threw open the door and bounded in, holding his papers aloft. "Here you go, Paul E.! Raven told me he left his notebook in my car and that these were the papers you needed."

Paul clapped his hands and took the lined papers from the young man's hand. His eyes skimmed the pages and he nodded. "Perfect. These are good, very good." He looked up. "Where's your kid?"

Stevie stared blankly for a moment. "My-oh, Scotty! Yeah, he's in the locker room waiting for me."

Paul nodded, storing the storyline notes away in a manila folder on his desk. "Figure Sandman's bringing his kid with him. Scotty can play with Tyler later."

Stevie bit his lip to stifle a giggle. If only Paul knew how funny that was. "Yeah, I think he'll like Tyler."

Paul shooed him off as the phone began ringing again. "Go get ready. You're up first to tell the crowd why Raven's not here."

Stevie nodded, hurrying from the room. He wanted to be back in the locker room before anyone else got there. This would be an eventful night.