TITLE: Lions and dragons and snakes, oh my!
AUTHOR: Serra
EMAIL: sprise@innernet.net
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: All wrestling characters are owned by the WWF. The story
being MiSTed belongs to its original author, who goes by the pen name
Scorpina. I mean no personal disrespect to her, and I'm not making any
money off of this, so please be kind ... don't sue. 
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first.
NOTES: This part is just to set the scene. It picks up at the end of "I
smell a lawsuit."

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Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit, Undertaker and Kane stand in the dark in
Serra's kitchen.

Jericho: Was there a blackout?
Kane: No, the streetlights are still on.
Benoit: Did Serra forget to pay the electric bill?
Taker: I doubt it - she's anal about paying bills on time.
Benoit: Did a fuse blow?
Taker: I don't think so.
Benoit: Then what happened?
Taker: Hell if I know.

As suddenly as the lights went out, they flicker and come back on.

Taker: Well, whatever it was, I guess it's fixed. We're heading for the
bar now. Happy reading!

Undertaker and Kane walk toward the door. As Kane turns the knob, a
man's voice echoes around the room: Good evening, gentlemen.

Jericho: 'Night Taker.
Undertaker (turning around): I didn't say anything.
Benoit: Well if you didn't, who did?

Taker shrugs and turns back toward the door.
As he and Kane start to leave, the voice speaks again: It's not time for
you to go just yet.

Taker (turning around again and getting annoyed): Who the HELL said that?
The voice: I did.

All four men look around the room.

Jericho: And who are you?
The voice: I'm your host while you're here.
Benoit: Our host?
The voice: That's what I said.
Taker: Why do we suddenly need a host?
The voice: To make sure you complete your task.
Taker: You're too late - Kane and I have already finished it. Now we're
off to reward ourselves.
The voice: That wasn't your assignment. That was just a warm-up.
Taker: Warm-up?
The voice: In case anyone got here early. Your real punishment hasn't
begun yet.

Jericho (staring at Taker): Punishment?
Taker: We've been bad.
Benoit: Bad?
Taker: Bad muses.
Benoit: But we haven't DONE anything!
The voice: That's precisely why you've been brought here. You've chosen
to desert your mistress.

Jericho: Our mistress?
The voice: Yes, your mistress. Serra - the one you're supposed to
inspire to write fan fiction.
Jericho: But that doesn't make her our mistress ... does it?
The voice: Would you prefer I call her your keeper?
Jericho: Well ... no.

The voice: Now, if you gentlemen will go into the living room and have a
seat, we can get on with this.

Benoit: Hang on. I still don't understand what I'M doing here. I didn't
desert her - I stayed with her all the way through that sappy story she
wrote about me!
The voice: Where were you when she was ready to write the sequel?
Benoit: Sequel? I didn't know there was going to BE a sequel!
The voice: Yes you did.
Benoit: Did not.
The voice: Did too.
Benoit: Did not.
The voice: Did too.
Benoit: Did not!

Taker: ENOUGH! Chris, you DID know there was going to be a sequel. But
you couldn't handle being involved in another sappy story, so you ran.
Just admit it so we can get this over with.

Benoit mumbles under his breath.

Jericho: Why am I here? She hasn't written anything about me.
The voice: But she's planning to. Let's just say that in your case, this
is a preemptive strike. She wants you to know what will happen if you
decide to abandon her.
Jericho: Oh. Okay.

Benoit looks at Kane: You're not one of her muses. What are YOU doing here?
Kane (shrugging): Moral support.

The voice: Now gentlemen, could we please get on with this?

The four men file into the living room and sit down.

The voice: Thank you. Now, for your punishment, you'll be shown how the
other half lives.

Benoit and Jericho stare at Taker.

Taker: We have to read bad fan fiction.
Benoit and Jericho: Ohhh ...