Chapter 10

A/N: The musi are still being rather silent. But my mental image of Uber-pissy Protective!Raven was too good to pass up.

The show 12-3-03 (as taken from www.nwatna.com the night after): Punk finally made a hot tag to Raven, who cleaned house on the Red Shirts, while Abyss just watched from the apron. When Abyss finally came in, Raven took him down with a superkick. The match broke down, with Julio bodyblocking the Red Shirts to the floor. Raven DDT'd Abyss, but the referee was watching the fight on the floor. Don Callis came in with a chair, but Raven ran him off. Raven picked up the chair, and Abyss speared it into Raven and got the pin.

Post-match, Punk and Julio fought off Abyss, then the Red Shirts, but Abyss ran back in and choke-slammed Punk and Julio at the same time. Abyss and the Red Shirts then proceeded to lay a beating on Raven until Punk and Julio came back in with chairs for the save.

Punk whimpered for the third time and Raven exploded. "If you can't tape that knee up without hurting him more, it's time for you too get a new fucking job!"

Julio took pity on the poor trainer, who looked about ready to piss his pants if Raven made any sudden movements. "Easy Raven, its not his fault Punk got hurt. He's just helping."

Raven glared. "Well see if he can help him without hurting him, huh?"

Punk reached out and grabbed Raven's kilt. "It's okay boss. I'll be fine," he winced slightly, causing Raven to grab Punk's hand in his, "I don't think I need to be able to run really fast if I hit the Red Shirts with a chair hard enough." He sighed. "Just don't know how many shots it will take to put Abyss down."

Raven growled low in his throat. "Don't worry about taking out Abyss yourself Punk. That bitch is mine."

Julio just rolled his eyes. Punk was so manipulative and Raven was so easy. But he stayed quiet. No use in convincing either of them otherwise. He rather liked them like that. "Hey Punker, you don't need to even imagine taking on the Red Shirts alone. I will be more than pleased to assist in teaching them not to hurt you."

"Thanks Julio." Punk looked at him with mischievous eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to Raven. Julio sighed and let him continue.

He turned back to Raven. "But Rave, you really shouldn't take on Abyss alone. That maniacal bastard is huge. And he thinks nothing of hurting his opponents. As I can attest to."

The trainer stood up. "There it's wrapped now. Nothing serious, but keep it wrapped, keep it elevated tonight and maybe ice it down. I know you won't take any painkillers, but at least take it easy for a day or two. It's going to be sore and walking is going to be pretty painful for a bit." He looked to a hovering Raven and Julio. "But I think your friends here will help."

Punk winced and shifted to sit up. "They don't have to…" he offered token resistance.

Raven quickly moved to help him. "We will be right there. I won't let him out of the room and he won't have to get out of bed until he needs to. Will he Julio."

It was more of a command than a question, "Yes, Raven."

The trainer walked off and Punk began to hobble towards the door with some assistance. With every step punctuated with a grunt of pain, and the death grip on Julio's hand, he began to doubt just how much was manipulating Raven and how much was actually pain.

Punk seemed to sense Julio's inner conflict. "Walking hurts," he said through gritted teeth.

Julio understood then. Sitting and not moving hurt very little. But put some pressure on that joint and the pain started anew. He judged the length to their locker room door and made a decision. Stopping the pair, he knelt in front of Punk, facing away. "Time for a piggy back ride Punker."

The younger man laughed, "Julio you can't do that."

"He can and will." Raven seemed to agree. "It's not that far to our room and we can think of a new solution when we leave." Punk complied and they made it to there room without further incident. Raven fussed a bit and wasn't happy till Punk was settled across two benches with his knee propped up with their bags.

"Hey you alright man?" Eric Watts popped his head in the door. "How's the knee?"

"Injured for now but will be okay." Punk replied.

Eric nodded. "Just let me know if you need any time off."

"Actually," Julio interjected before the Director of Authority could leave, "Could you set up a tag match against the Red Shirts for me and Punk?"

"A little revenge?" Eric smiled. "No problem. Give them a good beating for me too. Anything else?"

Raven stepped forward. "Give me Abyss. He also needs to pay for damages and I will take that pound of flesh. I want him to see his own guts by way of me ripping his head from his shoulders and then ramming it down his throat."

Eric paused for a minute while Julio groaned. "Okay Raven. I can do that too." He leaned out the door and called to someone in the hall. "Get Jimmy in here with camera two." He walked back up to Raven and grinned. "Now lets tell him that in a hundred words or less."

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Julio had complained of a few bruises and sore muscles and Punk had that knee injury, but it was only after Raven got in the shower at the hotel to examine his own body. Much like Julio, bruises, sore and maybe a little stiffness in his lower back. He thought longingly for a beer or four that used to remove him from the pain. Instead he took some Advil and made his way back to the bedroom.

Punk was already in the middle of the bed, leg propped up on the extra pillow and flipping channels on the TV. He looked up at Raven. "Julio just went to the ice machine for some ice." He chuckled softly. "Remind you of another time?"

Raven looked at him quizzically.

"It was the first time you ever kissed me. I had those bruised ribs and Julio had gone to get ice." Punk grinned. "Good times."

"Yeah." Raven smiled. "But this time Julio doesn't have to leave. Cause I have two of you to play with and protect now."

"And love." Punk interjected.

"Yeah that too." Raven grinned. "And all the two of you get in return is me. Not a really fair exchange I think, but I'm not letting you take it back."

Julio snorted from the doorway. "Good, because I don't think I will take it back." He pulled a handful of ice out of the bucket and reached for a towel on the dresser. "Let's hope this helps." He placed it on Punk's knee and laughed as Punk complained of the cold. "You will get used to it in a minute, Punker."

"But it's cold!" The blonde pouted. "It's making all of me cold." He paused and then looked at his lovers incredulously. "Oh come on, that was a blatant plea for some snuggling affection. So get over here and snuggle affectionately!"

Julio and Raven laughed and moved as he bid. Julio cut off the lights and Raven stole the remote to shut off the TV. They crawled into their sides of the bed and wrapped themselves around Punk. "This better?" Julio asked.

"Much," was the almost purred answer. "See Raven, I knew you'd wrestle with us again."

"I'm not going to anymore." Raven stated, but held Punk a bit tighter.

"And why not?" Julio asked.

Raven sat up a bit and looked at the both of them. "What is my goal at TNA?"

Punk looked confused. "Get the title."

"Right and how am I supposed to do that if I am beating the hell out of everyone who hurts the two of you to get to me?"

"You won't." Julio sighed.

The older man growled slightly. "And since I want to kill every asshole who touches the two of you, I'm getting nowhere. And I want that title."

Punk sighed and pulled Raven back down. "I know and I understand, but that isn't going to stop me from trying to convince you otherwise."

"I never thought it would, baby."

"Poor Raven, so abused." Julio smiled.

Punk pouted. "Hey, abused Punker here. Let's focus on the blonde with the injured knee here okay?"

"Ego much?"

"Hush Raven. Just cuddle."