A/N - Hey there, this is a new story, I don't know how long it's gonna be but hopefully you'll enjoy it. Feel free to review anfter reading.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the name mentioned in here and I have nothing to do with the WWE. They belong to Vince and themselves.
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It was the dead of the night and silence echoed throughout the seemingly endless corridors and the shadows left nothing but darkness in their wake. Sleeping soundlessly, Princess Stephanie slept surrounded by magnificently expensive throws, made by hand from lace and silk. She dreamt of beautiful things, love and children. So deep in her sleep she did not hear the clunk of the metal as it hooked to her bedroom window, nor did she hear the scraping of someone climbing up the outside wall with the intention to enter. Minutes later the unknown figure reached the top and entered. Looking around the room he spotted his prey and stalked over to the side of her bed, looking down at her he smiled a fierce smile. Lifting his arm, he roughly reached out and grabbed her, making Stephanie's eyes snap open in complete surprise. As she saw the man a look of fright came over her face, opening her mouth she tried to scream, but it was clamped shut by his manly hand and she was yanked from her bed until she was forced to stand on the cold, hard, unrelenting stone floor beneath her.
Pulling her with him as he moved almost silently throughout the castle, exiting her chamber and heading down the route he had learned well, passing sleeping guards. Stephanie tried desperately to escape him, but his grip was that of a vice and she could do nothing but scream silently to herself as she saw the castle doors open and felt the cold night's air hit her, sending chills through her body. Moments later she felt herself being lifted up until she was upon a horse and after she was joined by her captor the horse galloped into the never ending darkness of the night.
The morning came with the sun as it rose over the hills giving light to the darkness before it, the chirping of a bird's song and the silence of the early morning was shattered by the uproar of the Castle as they discovered their princess missing. Servants didn't know what to do, guards were getting bellowed at, and later probably hanged for sleeping on the job when they should have been guarding her with their life. Princess Stephanie's family wasn't faring much better, her mother and father, Queen Linda and King Vince were beyond themselves with grief, hoping their daughter was safe. Her brother, Prince Shane, was full of barely contained anger at the guards for letting this happen and he swore that whoever had taken his sister would be killed and hung in the courtyard as fair warning to what happened to people who dared to interfere with his family.
All heads turned towards the main door opened and in strode King Vince, he walked with a purpose and confidence no other man on earth possessed, even when their daughter had been taken. Reaching the table that was filled with men he trusted, he let his mask slip and they all saw how worried he really was. Five other men sat around the table, as Vince sat he was the sixth, his loyal followers each and every one of them, which he respected them for. He had reigned as King for going on 25 years, and these men had not turned on him once. There were Dukes Pat Patterson and Bob Backland, then there was Jack and Jerry Brisco and Jake "the snake" Roberts who were all Sirs.
"What do we know Vince?" Jerry asked urgently.
"What do you think Jerry! We all know who it was!" Vince exclaimed angrily.
"He wouldn't dare, you warned him if he touched your family, any member you'd have him killed! He wouldn't be that idiotic, would he?" Bob asked.
"You know what he's like, he was going to be part of this family and then he did what he did and I took it away from him, do you really think he'd forget the humiliation I put him through?" Vince asked seriously.
"I guess you're right, what are we going to do?" Pat asked.
"We're going to get the best, that's what we're going to do!" Vince told them.
"You mean..." Jack said as he trailed off, already knowing the answer.
"I want Sir Jericho in my quarters by noon, no later do you hear me? I want my little girl back and I want her back now," Vince ordered.
"I'll get on that right away Sir," Pat informed the King as he rose from his seat and made his way out the main doors.
The remaining five men sat quietly, each to their own thoughts which were still remarkably the same; get Princess Stephanie back and then deal with the culprit, in the most painful ways imaginable. In the background they heard the neigh of the horse as it started on its journey to get the best and nothing less, the hooves galloping through the courtyard gathering speed until it was only a distant sound that signified that their journey wasn't as long as it had been previously.
After endless travelling and the dimming light of the day, Pat unmounted his horse and secured its reigns so it would not escape. Walking up to the door of the lodge, he hammered on it with authority, waiting impatiently as he heard shuffling from the inside and then the door was pulled opened revealing a distinguished figure, with blonde hair that hung loosely down past his shoulders, a physique that a man could only wish to have and a face that could have been chiseled by the gods above and had finally found perfection.
"Sir Jericho?" Pat questioned.
"That is I, how can I assist you?" Sir Jericho asked.
"The King need your assistance this instance." He was informed.
"Why would the King need my help?" Sir Jericho asked quizzically.
"You are the best are you not?"
"I pride myself for my abilities but I would not determine me as the best, there are plenty a nobler men out there," he replied as honourable as he could.
"Well right now the King has asked for the best and you sir are his request, will you be accompanying me or shall I notify the King that you declined the invitation?" Pat questioned.
"I never declined the invite, I shall come, I just need to collect some belongings," Sir Jericho answered back directly, to get his point across.
A few minutes passed, then Sir Jericho exited, saddled up his horse and they were on their way. They rode through the night, only stopping for water and then they were off again heading through the darkness of the night. What seemed like days to them had only been mere hours and as they rode up onto the Castle bridge and into the courtyard, the first rays of sunlight shone over the walls and gave light to the darkness and shadows of the night before.
Dismounting both their horses, they walked up to the Castle entrance and entered, Sir Jericho following Pat who was leading the way, their foot steps echoing throughout the small narrow corridors, taking numerous turns of left and right until they came to a stop in front of large double doors that lead into the main room, opening it up they saw the King and his family and his loyal servants.
"Ah, Chris you are a sight to be seen," Vince told him, as he walked up to the man with his hand stretched out, he grabbed Chris's hand and shook it.
"And you sir, I wasn't told as to why you needed me, just that you required my service and who am I to decline a request from The King?" Chris told him.
"It is my daughter, she has been kidnapped," Vince told him solemnly.
"Princess Stephanie is missing? How is that so, did she not have guards?" Chris asked.
"Yes, she is missing. She did have guards but they were sleeping on their duty," Vince finished off disgustedly.
"To speak freely Sir, if I was you I would not hesitate to publicly humiliate and then show them to their death," he told the King.
"That has already been dealt with, they are no longer with us. Now I asked you here because I need the best and you Sir are the best, I need you to rescue my daughter. Will you do that?" Vince asked helplessly.
"Without a doubt Sir, I will help till my last breath is gone. I only ask, the location as to where she is?" Chris told truthfully.
"She is in being held captive by the lowly pilgrim, the one that goes by the name of Ric Flair."
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the name mentioned in here and I have nothing to do with the WWE. They belong to Vince and themselves.
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It was the dead of the night and silence echoed throughout the seemingly endless corridors and the shadows left nothing but darkness in their wake. Sleeping soundlessly, Princess Stephanie slept surrounded by magnificently expensive throws, made by hand from lace and silk. She dreamt of beautiful things, love and children. So deep in her sleep she did not hear the clunk of the metal as it hooked to her bedroom window, nor did she hear the scraping of someone climbing up the outside wall with the intention to enter. Minutes later the unknown figure reached the top and entered. Looking around the room he spotted his prey and stalked over to the side of her bed, looking down at her he smiled a fierce smile. Lifting his arm, he roughly reached out and grabbed her, making Stephanie's eyes snap open in complete surprise. As she saw the man a look of fright came over her face, opening her mouth she tried to scream, but it was clamped shut by his manly hand and she was yanked from her bed until she was forced to stand on the cold, hard, unrelenting stone floor beneath her.
Pulling her with him as he moved almost silently throughout the castle, exiting her chamber and heading down the route he had learned well, passing sleeping guards. Stephanie tried desperately to escape him, but his grip was that of a vice and she could do nothing but scream silently to herself as she saw the castle doors open and felt the cold night's air hit her, sending chills through her body. Moments later she felt herself being lifted up until she was upon a horse and after she was joined by her captor the horse galloped into the never ending darkness of the night.
The morning came with the sun as it rose over the hills giving light to the darkness before it, the chirping of a bird's song and the silence of the early morning was shattered by the uproar of the Castle as they discovered their princess missing. Servants didn't know what to do, guards were getting bellowed at, and later probably hanged for sleeping on the job when they should have been guarding her with their life. Princess Stephanie's family wasn't faring much better, her mother and father, Queen Linda and King Vince were beyond themselves with grief, hoping their daughter was safe. Her brother, Prince Shane, was full of barely contained anger at the guards for letting this happen and he swore that whoever had taken his sister would be killed and hung in the courtyard as fair warning to what happened to people who dared to interfere with his family.
All heads turned towards the main door opened and in strode King Vince, he walked with a purpose and confidence no other man on earth possessed, even when their daughter had been taken. Reaching the table that was filled with men he trusted, he let his mask slip and they all saw how worried he really was. Five other men sat around the table, as Vince sat he was the sixth, his loyal followers each and every one of them, which he respected them for. He had reigned as King for going on 25 years, and these men had not turned on him once. There were Dukes Pat Patterson and Bob Backland, then there was Jack and Jerry Brisco and Jake "the snake" Roberts who were all Sirs.
"What do we know Vince?" Jerry asked urgently.
"What do you think Jerry! We all know who it was!" Vince exclaimed angrily.
"He wouldn't dare, you warned him if he touched your family, any member you'd have him killed! He wouldn't be that idiotic, would he?" Bob asked.
"You know what he's like, he was going to be part of this family and then he did what he did and I took it away from him, do you really think he'd forget the humiliation I put him through?" Vince asked seriously.
"I guess you're right, what are we going to do?" Pat asked.
"We're going to get the best, that's what we're going to do!" Vince told them.
"You mean..." Jack said as he trailed off, already knowing the answer.
"I want Sir Jericho in my quarters by noon, no later do you hear me? I want my little girl back and I want her back now," Vince ordered.
"I'll get on that right away Sir," Pat informed the King as he rose from his seat and made his way out the main doors.
The remaining five men sat quietly, each to their own thoughts which were still remarkably the same; get Princess Stephanie back and then deal with the culprit, in the most painful ways imaginable. In the background they heard the neigh of the horse as it started on its journey to get the best and nothing less, the hooves galloping through the courtyard gathering speed until it was only a distant sound that signified that their journey wasn't as long as it had been previously.
After endless travelling and the dimming light of the day, Pat unmounted his horse and secured its reigns so it would not escape. Walking up to the door of the lodge, he hammered on it with authority, waiting impatiently as he heard shuffling from the inside and then the door was pulled opened revealing a distinguished figure, with blonde hair that hung loosely down past his shoulders, a physique that a man could only wish to have and a face that could have been chiseled by the gods above and had finally found perfection.
"Sir Jericho?" Pat questioned.
"That is I, how can I assist you?" Sir Jericho asked.
"The King need your assistance this instance." He was informed.
"Why would the King need my help?" Sir Jericho asked quizzically.
"You are the best are you not?"
"I pride myself for my abilities but I would not determine me as the best, there are plenty a nobler men out there," he replied as honourable as he could.
"Well right now the King has asked for the best and you sir are his request, will you be accompanying me or shall I notify the King that you declined the invitation?" Pat questioned.
"I never declined the invite, I shall come, I just need to collect some belongings," Sir Jericho answered back directly, to get his point across.
A few minutes passed, then Sir Jericho exited, saddled up his horse and they were on their way. They rode through the night, only stopping for water and then they were off again heading through the darkness of the night. What seemed like days to them had only been mere hours and as they rode up onto the Castle bridge and into the courtyard, the first rays of sunlight shone over the walls and gave light to the darkness and shadows of the night before.
Dismounting both their horses, they walked up to the Castle entrance and entered, Sir Jericho following Pat who was leading the way, their foot steps echoing throughout the small narrow corridors, taking numerous turns of left and right until they came to a stop in front of large double doors that lead into the main room, opening it up they saw the King and his family and his loyal servants.
"Ah, Chris you are a sight to be seen," Vince told him, as he walked up to the man with his hand stretched out, he grabbed Chris's hand and shook it.
"And you sir, I wasn't told as to why you needed me, just that you required my service and who am I to decline a request from The King?" Chris told him.
"It is my daughter, she has been kidnapped," Vince told him solemnly.
"Princess Stephanie is missing? How is that so, did she not have guards?" Chris asked.
"Yes, she is missing. She did have guards but they were sleeping on their duty," Vince finished off disgustedly.
"To speak freely Sir, if I was you I would not hesitate to publicly humiliate and then show them to their death," he told the King.
"That has already been dealt with, they are no longer with us. Now I asked you here because I need the best and you Sir are the best, I need you to rescue my daughter. Will you do that?" Vince asked helplessly.
"Without a doubt Sir, I will help till my last breath is gone. I only ask, the location as to where she is?" Chris told truthfully.
"She is in being held captive by the lowly pilgrim, the one that goes by the name of Ric Flair."