The lion, which and McMahon's wardrobe

Chapter 1- It's an antique!

Taker and Kane were hanging out backstage; Vince himself called both to a special meeting. "What does he want this time?" Taker asked aloud.

Kane smirked. "Move furniture"

Taker didn't like the joke. "Oh haha!"

"No seriously, he had Batista and Eddie do it the last time. Damn, I miss him,"

"We all miss Eddie, Kane." Taker replied.

They were soon joined by Mickey and Trish, "Oh my God. It's the Undertaker!" Mickey cheered. Taker's eyes darted to Kane.

"She has a problem of some sort, I don't know what!"

Vince soon walked into the room and was grinning from ear to ear. "Glad to see everyone here. Now I am sure you are guessing as to why I called the four of you here?" he asked.

They nodded. "What's up?" Trish asked.

Vince went to the back of the room; there covering in a thick drape was something rather large. Vince pulled it from the wall and revealed a wardrobe. "I need this moved…"

"Damn it, you were right" Taker growled to Kane.

"You doubted me?"

"I need this moved to my office for the moment. So when you get a chance to…"

"Why us though McMahon? Hire mover for that thing!" Taker snapped back.

Vince glared at the Undertaker. "Do you not know what this is? This thing dates back past World War 2! It's priceless!" Vince smiled as he walked out of the room.

"Why the hell did he ask us to help?" Trish asked.

"Because you're Trish Stradus! You can do anything!" Mickey grinned.

Kane looked to Trish with a smirk. "Obsessed fan"

"Come on, let's get this over with" Taker sighed when he went over to the wardrobe. He tried to lift it, yet it refused to move. Kane took the other side and tried, again. No go. "This is a joke right?" Taker growled.

"No, it's quite heavy, let's get Mark Henry and Big Show to do it!" Kane smirked. Taker agreed. Trish followed to help. Mickey on the other hand thought it would be funny to hide on them in the Wardrobe.

She opened the door to it and felt a small breeze coming from the back. "Weird" she thought. Mickey stepped into it completely; only to come out the back… into a snow covered woods. "Holy S—t!" she screamed as he saw the forest around her. "I can't wait to tell Trish," She kept wondering about until she accidentally ran into someone.

"AAAHHHHH!" it screamed. And She screamed back. Mickey hid behind a tree before she clearly saw what it was. When settled she slowly turned to see a strange looking guy. He had hooves for feet and small horns on his head. The creature turned to look at Mickey, rather fascinated with who she was.

"Oh my God… it's a Goat man!" she said.

The creature stared at her oddly. "Goat? I am not a goat. I am a fawn for your information!" it snapped back.

"I think you're fine too, but really. What are the odds of a Goat man living in a closet?"

"Closet? This isn't a closet, this is Narnia!" he snapped back.

Mick stopped thinking suddenly, Narnia… as in TEE Narnia? "Oh… my… God" she said.

"What are you anyway? An oversized pixie?"

Mickey laughed. "I'm a woman, duh!" she snapped back.

The fawn was stunned. "A daughter of Eve" he whispered.

"Huh?" Mickey asked.

"Nothing, come with me quickly. We have to get you to safety!" Mickey looked about the place, and decided it would be more fun to follow a goat man than to hid on Trish and try to scare her.