Title : Human vs. Nature or Vacation Xtreme
Summary : A story about the oldest battle in history : Human versus the most unpredictable opponent – the nature. Families thousands of miles away with no way to contact them, friends and loved ones dead, and stuck with co-workers. What would you do? That's the question the WWE superstars are confronted with. After a devastating plane crash they're stranded on a deserted island and are left to die – or fight to survive. What happens when there's nothing left to lose? And is the island deserted at all?
Disclaimer : The characters used in this story are property of the WWE, Vince McMahon and themselves. I don't own any of them, but if Vince ever gets sick of them my door is wide open. This story is written for entertainment, no offense is meant to anyone and no money is made with this piece of work.
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" Man, I'm worn out." Randy Orton said while plopping down in the seat next to Dave Batista. The bigger man looked up from the magazine he was reading and nodded.
" Yeah, we all needed that break. Thank God there's a little humanity left in Vince."
Randy laughed and shook his finger at his long time friend. " Vince would not be pleased to hear you talk about him like that."
Dave grinned and shrugged, then proceeded to read his magazine.
After weeks of constant traveling and the end of the Europe tour everyone had been relieved to hear there would be 4 days off for the whole company, each week Vince would send a few guys and divas into 'vacation'.
" Good morning and welcome on our flight…." came a cheerful female voice through the speakers, and after being clarified about the safety instructions the WWE superstars leaned back when the plane started to roll slowly across the runway. Only minutes later the plane took off from Madrid Airport, destination : New York/ USA .
Dave closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. His mind started to fill with pictures of his beautiful wife whom he hadn't seen in about 5 months. Thinking about all the things he would do as soon as he got home 'The Animal' drifted off to a light slumber.
A few rows behind him Mickie James and Torrie Wilson giggled about something Ashley Massaro had said, and Ken Anderson, better known to the world as Mr. Kennedy, argued with MVP and Jeff Hardy, accusing them of cheating during their poker game, which earned them annoyed growls from Kane and Edge who were trying to sleep in the row in front of the trio.
Melina Perez sighed when she looked out of the window and mentally bid farewell to Spain. It was a beautiful country with a nice climax, and the female part of MNM started daydreaming about her future, she really could picture herself living in one of those beautiful little beach houses with the white fences. Melina sighed again and turned her head to be greeted with the peacefully sleeping form of her boyfriend, the love of her life, Johnny Nitro. She studied his handsome features for a second, then smiled and leaned her head against the window.
Meanwhile in the cockpit, the navigator and his co-pilot listened intently to the weather forecast. A thunderstorm was coming their way, and the only thing underneath them was the Atlantic Ocean. There were 6 more hours to fly, but the tower told them not to worry, the lightning might pass by them.
Theodore Long yawned and stretched before turning from his seat in the first row and glancing around the group of passengers. Most of the stars were fast asleep, no wonder, the GM of Smackdown! thought, he was exhausted himself. They had traveled across the whole european continent, Italy, France, Germany, Russia, Suisse and Austria, for the past 3 months. If anyone deserved a break, it was the roster of the WWE. With that in mind Long made himself comfortable again and closed his eyes.
Silence filled the inside of the Boeing 737, the only sound the calm humming sound of the nozzles.
Ashley Massaro stirred in her slumber, she dreamt about being whirled through the air, caught in a tornado. The Raw diva search winner slowly opened her eyes and noticed all of her co-workers were still asleep, so she unfastened the seat belt and went to use the tiny restroom in the back of the plane when she was stopped by a stewardess.
" Miss, I need to ask you to return to your seat and fasten the belt, there's a storm coming from the east."
Ashley stared at the young woman before her nervously, but nodded and made her way back to her row where she plopped down in her seat and closed the seat belt. " Just going to the toilet…" she mumbled when the plane suddenly jerked downwards. The diva let out a startled cry and gripped the armrests tightly. The stewardess scurried through the rows to wake up the exhausted wrestlers and instructed them to fasten the seat belts and bring their seats in an upright position. When the young woman went past her Ashley gripped her arm. ' Julie' the diva mentally read the name on the plate of the young stewardesses uniform.
Julie smiled. " There is no need to worry Miss, I've known Captain Scott for 5 years now, he knows what he's doing."
Ashley released her grip on the young woman and nodded. Torrie turned in her seat and shot a questioning look at her friend. " What's wrong?"
Ashley exhaled and shook her head. " There's a storm coming our way, nothing to worry about." , she said, more to reassure herself them to inform Torrie who just nodded.
Ashely closed her eyes and tried to calm down, but she couldn't deny the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could her a low rumble, the thunder, and suddenly the sky was bright like on a beautiful summer day. Ashely flinched and pressed her backside against the seat, the lightning had started. She had hated thunderstorms when she had been a little kid, and adulthood hadn't eased her fears one bit.
Johnny Nitro groaned and turned to look out of the small window. " And that's what they woke me up for." he complained.
" She's just doing her job, honey." Melina said and entwined her fingers in his. The former IC champion grinned. " I had the hottest dream…" which earned him a mock warning look and a slap by the beautiful Latina.
The thunderstorm wasn't too far away, the rumble of the thunder became louder and louder with every passing minute, and lightning bolts flashed all around the plane.
Captain Scott shot a nervous glance around the cockpit, they were slowly drifting away from their original direction, so he contacted the tower for instructions, but he received no answer.
" Shit." He mumbled under his breath. Another sudden jolt went through the Boeing, and this time the captain had a hard time to get his plane under control.
In the passenger area the wrestlers began shifting nervously in their seats. Jeff Hardy turned his head to be greeted with the white face of Ashley. Unfastening the seat belt he intended to get up and ask Ashley if she was okay, but another jolt sent the young Hardy to the floor, his head hit one of the armrests in the process. Jeff groaned and coughed, he tasted the blood in his mouth and tried to get up, but one more jolt sent him back to the floor.
In his concern Dave loosened his own seat belt and tried to reach Jeff, but by now the plane was jolting and jerking like a wild bull, and so the Animal found himself face first on the floor a few feet away from Jeff Hardy.
Nervous gasps filled the passenger room as one by one the WWE superstars unfastened their seat belts to help the two men on the floor. Julie came running from the cockpit, shouting and instructing them to immediately return to their seats but her words fell on deaf ears.
The sound of an explosion cut through the air like a knife and sent everybody to the hard floor.
" We're struck." Captain Scott screamed, and the co-pilot tried desperately to get through the tower, but the other end of the line remained silent.
Ashley's eyes widened when the words sank in, their plane had been struck by a lightning bolt. She looked out of the window – and her breath caught in her throat.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out.
" WE'RE SUBSIDING!" came a piercing scream that echoed through the plane and seemed to block out the noise that was coming from outside.
And then hell broke lose. People were screaming and yelling, wrestlers and divas were running everywhere as far as it was possible for them to get up, and the desperate curses of Captain Scott coming from the cockpit filled the air.
Dave Batista had managed to crawl back to his seat, but he stopped trying to hoist himself up from the floor when his eyes fell on the man before him.
Randy Orton sat in his own seat, in a strange position. His head was leaned against the headrest, and Dave could see a thin line of blood coming from the young Ortons mouth. Probably hit his head, the Animal thought and started to shake his friend.
" Randy? Randy, wake up, we're…" but he stopped in mid sentence when Randy Orton fell out of his seat head first and remained motionless on the floor.
Dave stared down on his long time friend. Randys eyes were wide open, but something was wrong, very wrong. No friendly sparkle in them, no pertly gleam, the look in his eyes was – empty. Instinctively Dave reached down and closed his fingers around Randys wrist.
Nothing.
Shaking the Animal touched Randys neck. No pulse.
Dave let out a horrified cry and started to back away from the motionless form of the former Evolution protégé.
" No..no..no.." he said over and over again, tears were forming is his eyes when reality hit him full force.
Randy Keith Orton was dead.
The jolting and jerking had stopped, the only thing the wrestlers noticed was that the plane was going down, slowly but constantly.
Teddy Long came crawling over to his employees and pointed to Randy. " Did he hit his head?" No answer.
The SD GM noticed the shaking and crying form of Dave Batista who was curled up under one of the empty seats.
" Dave? Dave man, what are you doing? Dave!"
" He's dead!" Dave screamed during sobs. " He's just dead."
The words hit the wrestlers like a kick to the face. But there was no time left to think, Captain Scott came crawling from the cockpit. " We're going down! There's nothing I can do.! The instruments have gone crazy! God help us all!"
The divas began to scream in fear, and even the toughest men on TV couldn't hide their emotions any longer.
A sound like a gun shot echoed through the plane when the left side of the plane said good bye to the metal covering.
Ken Kennedy gripped the hand of Torrie Wilson tightly before the suction could capture the blonde diva in the embrace of death.
Before their very eyes Kane, MVP and Edge disappeared through the whole in the iron construction, their screams rang in the ears of their shocked co-workers.
Melina Perez was hysteric. She knew her three friends wouldn't survive their unwilling free fall, and a few feet away from her Randy Orton lay on the floor with a broken neck. She clung to Nitro for dear life, literarilly.
" The swin vests." Captain Scott yelled, but no one paid attention to him.
Theodore Longs eyes shot around, and the events taking place before his eyes scared him to death.
Ken Kennedy had a vice like grip on Torie Wilson who was dangerously close to being whirled out of the Boeing and into the pitch black sky, Dave Batista and Mickie James had ducked for cover under a row of seats, Melina screamed a hysterical prayer in Spanish, Ashley Massaro, Jeff Hardy and Johnny Nitro just said sat with a look of pure disbelief on their faces, and Randy Orton was still lying motionless on the floor.
Another jolt hit the plane, and out of shock Torrie let go off Kens hand and disappeared through the whole and into the night. Mickie screamed in horror and tightened her grip she had on Daves leg.
Ashley watched the events taking place like in trance. We're all going to die, she thought frightened and started to cry.
" Everybody listen!" Captain Scott yelled, trying to get the wrestlers attention. " I need you to listen! Please! We're crashing into the ocean! I need you to follow me to the emergency exit, and when I tell you to jump, you jump! You need to swin as far away from the plane as possible or the suction will pull you down! Did you understand what I said!"
He looked around and saw the fearful faces that were looking at him, but they had understood.
" Okay! This way!" he yelled again and started crawling towards the back, followed by the few remaining superstars.
" I can't!" Ashley sobbed, but Jeff who was crawling in front of her gripped her hand and started to pull her with him. " You can, Ashley, we're all going to survive if we do what the man said!" and he gave her a reassuring smile. Encouraged by Jeffs words Ashley followed the group until they reached the emergency exit.
" Okay!" Captain Scott shouted and got to his feet. " I need you to help me open the hatch!"
Dave and Jeff positioned themselves beside the captain and waited for him to continue.
" Okay! Here, grip the handles! Got it? Okay! PULL!"
Dave pulled the handle with all the power left in his body. The seconds until the handles moved seemed like an eternity, but eventually the hatch opened with a ticking sound.
" Okay! Women first!" Captain Scott shouted and motioned for Mickie and Ashley to position themselves beside him. Ashley shot a helpless look at Jeff.
" Go, Ashley, I promise we'll see each other again!" Jeff assured the young diva who nodded and followed Mickie.
" Sam, how high are we!" Captain Scott yelled into his head set.
"150 feet, Captain." came the reply of the co pilot.
" Okay! Tell me when we're on 70! Miss, I need you to come here!" Scott shouted at Melina who refused to let go of Nitro.
" Miss, please!"
Nitro placed his hands on each side of Melinas face. " Baby, honey, please go, you need to go!"
" NO!" the Latina yelled and tightened her grip on her boyfriend.
" Mel, please do what the man says, I promise I'll look after Johnny." Jeff said and earned a thankful nod by his on-screen rival.
" Swear!"
" I swear it, Mel. Now go."
Melina reluctantly let go off Nitro and joined Mickie, Ashley and Captain Scott at the hatch.
" 80, Captain, 20 seconds." Came the voice of the co pilot.
" Okay! Now listen! When I tell you to, you jump out of that hatch, and you'll swim. Swim as far as possible, and try to stay together. Do you understand?"
The three frightened women nodded and waited for the clue. Captain Scott looked at his watch, then pushed Melina forward.
" NOW!" and Melina disappeared through the hatch, followed by Ashley and Mickie.
The men could hear three splashes when the womens bodies hit the water.
" Okay! Now you go, one by one!" Captain Scott instructed.
Jeff was the first one, then Dave, Johnny and Ken. Theodore Long exchanged a long look with the captain. " Wont you come, Mr. Scott?" he shouted.
The captain slowly shook his head. " No, Sir. This is my life, I lived in the clouds, but it looks I wont die in the clouds like I have always wished. I'm the captain of this Boeing 737, I wont leave my crew to die alone. This plane shall be my grave."
Theodore Long felt the tears sting in his eyes at the other mans words. He nodded. " Thank you, Mr. Scott. May God have mercy on your soul."
" Go now!" Captain Scott instructed, and just seconds later Teddy Long dived deep into the cold water.
Mickie, Ashley and Melina had watched as wrestler after wrestler had disappeared into the water, and after they had made sure no one was missing they started to swim for their lifes.
The sound of the Boeing crashing into the water echoed through the night, and gigantic waves started to form in the distantness.
" Don't stop. Keep swimming!" Dave yelled and proceeded to pull an exhausted Ashley with him.
" I'm so tired!" the diva cried, but did her best not to drown in the ice cold ocean.
" Me too Ash, but you have to keep moving!" Jeff shouted from his position.
" Johnny!" Melina yelled, moving around in search of her boyfriend.
" I'm here Mel, keep swimming!" Johnny yelled back, calming Melina in the process.
Mickies heartbreaking cry interrupted the 'conversations'.
" The wave!"
Everybody stopped and turned, their eyes widening at the sight of the gigantic wave that was moving rapidly towards them.
Dave was the first one to snap back into reality. He tightened his grip on Ashley and started to swim like a mad man.
" Come on!" he yelled and the others followed the Animals actions. But they were not fast enough. The efforts of the tour and the events of the past hour were taking its toll on the superstars.
Nobody stayed exempted when the wave crashed down on them, trying to pull the survivors down into a wet grave.
Dave was fighting desperately against the suction, he was at the lack of oxygen and he began to feel dizzy. But he knew he was deep in the water, opening his mouth in panic would mean his death. The suction was pulling mercilessly at them, and to his horror he felt Ashley slip out of his grip. He tried to tighten it, but it was useless. The contact was broken, and opening his eyes Dave saw Ashley sinking into the deep blackness underneath them. His tears mixed with the salty water of the ocean as he tried to save his own life.
Jeff was the first one to come back to the surface where he moved around in desperate search of his friends.
" Hey!" he yelled over and over again until he saw a movement out of the corner of his eyes. When he started to move in the direction he recognized the slender form of Melina Perez.
" Mel!"
Melinas head jerked up when she heard a voice calling out for her, and she saw Jeff Hardy moving towards her.
" Jeff! Jeff I'm here!"
When Jeff reached her she clung to him for dear life, sobbing hysterically.
" Johnny! I lost Johnny! Oh my god!"
" Sssssh Mel, maybe he drifted away. Let's look for the others."
After a few minutes Melina spotted Mickie James clinging to what looked like a peace of one of the wings of the Boeing. They reached the Womans champion who moved to the side to offer them a piece of the metal device for support.
" Did..did you..see anyone?" Mickie asked with shaking voice.
" No.." Jeff answered sadly.
Meanwhile Dave had found Ken Kennedy struggling to keep himself above the water.
" Ken! KEN!"
Ken moved his head around until he spotted the Animal a few feet away from him.
" Dave! Here!"
Jeffs head jerked up. " Did you hear that?"
" Yes..yes..there's someone out there.." Melina said, a glimpse of hope in her voice.
" Let's go." Mickie exclaimed, letting go of the wing. Jeff and Melina agreed with Jeff pulling the metal device with him.
" Where are you!" Mickie shouted in search for the owner of the voice.
" That's Mickie!" Ken said relieved. " Mickie! MICKIE! We're here!" he yelled and started to wave his arms around.
" I see him!" Jeff screamed and the three moved towards the movement that was visible in the distance.
When the trio reached the two men Mickie started to cry hot tears of relief. The five WWE superstars clung to the iron airfoil, exhausted and glad to be alive.
Melina broke the silence. " Is..is..there anyone..else?"
Dave exhaled deeply. " No…I…I didn't..see anyone…I…I lost…Ashley…she's…" But he didn't have to finish the sentence, the message was clear.
Silence surrounded the survivors as one by one they fell asleep on the broken wing, their minds and dreams filled with the horrible things they had gone through and the losses of their friends and loved ones.
Jeff woke up at the sun burning down on him. He stirred, but his eyes shot open when he noticed he was no longer surrounded by water. He could hear it, but not feel it.
The younger Hardy sat up apruptly which turned out to be a terrible idea. His head was spinning and every bone in his body was hurting. Jeff hid his eyes behind his hand, trying to block the sunlight out. After a few minutes the pain became bearable and Jeff slowly got to his feet. He looked around, and spotted his friends scattered across the beach. He started to move towards them, but then…
Wait a minute, a beach? Jeff thought and looked around. Indeed.
He was standing on a solid ground, sand to be exact, the wide ocean to his left, and a thick djungle like forest to his right.
All Jeff could do was stare at the sand beneath his feet. How had they gotten here? And where was 'here' ?
One by one he woke up his friends who were as shocked as he was. Melina fell to her knees and started to thank God and whoever.
Daves rational side took over first. They were alive, hurt, battered and bruised, but still alive.
He turned to his companions. " Where the hell are we?"
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You may have noticed, this story is nothing like the series I wrote before. I don't know what inspired me to write this, the idea was just there someday.
Well, I accepted Hannas challenge NOT to write about Trips, and here wo go. No HHH in this.
I've never written about these characters before, as well as the genre. Completely new to angst, drama and horror. So be nice!
Hope you enjoy, feedback his highly appreciated! R&R folks!