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Stephanie sat staring at the door that held her captive, she felt miserable; she was starved and undoubtably exhausted. Her sleep had been restless due to her constant tossing and turning that had eventually caused her to wake in the middle of the night. Or was it day, she thought to herself, it was so dark and harsh in her confines she could not tell. How long she had been held captive for eluded her, it could have been mere hours, or an endless number of days or weeks for all she knew.
She craved for human contact, from the minute she had been snatched from her bed, taken halfway across country and been put in her prison. She had not seen or talked to a single person and it bothered her terribly, as she was a talkative person in herself, always stopping to have conversations with the guards that protected her, or to simply tell her mother that she loved her. Sighing, Stephanie thought of her family, a single tear rolled from her eye and down her face. She had never been separated from her family for more than a few hours at most and it crushed her that she could not just not leave this room and go see them.
There was a sudden noise at the entrance of her cell and then the door opened only to reveal a blonde haired woman Stephanie had never seen before. Her first impression of her wasn't exactly high, the clothes she was wearing were something Stephanie would describe as rags and something she would never be seen dead in. But what interested Stephanie about the girl was what she had in her hands. Food. Her stomach growled in anticipation, having been starved from food for who knows how long. She watched as the girl stepped in towards her with what seemed to be a disgusted face directed at her. Stephanie had no idea why and quite frankly she didn't give a damn; all she cared about was having something edible.
Trish pushed open the door with a look of contempt on her face. So this was the woman that Hunter had dismissed her for, she thought to herself, silently seething, she looks nothing but helpless sitting there with puffy eyes probably from crying her eyes out.
"Here," Trish said. "It was thought that we should feed our prisoner, my first thought was let her starve but no-one seemed to agree with me," Trish finished off cruelly, handing the tray of food to Stephanie who took it eagerly.
As Stephanie looked at the food, she grimaced in distaste, a dog had better food than what was in front of her. Also the blonde girl's attitude was something that could be improved. She had never been disrespected in such a brash manner before.
"This," Stephanie started with a disgusted face, "This is what you people call food?" She finished wondering.
"If it is does for us, then it will do for someone like you!" Trish replied hotly.
"I'm sure it would do for your kind of people, but where I come from it would not even satisfy a dog, we would not even subject it to such a horrific matter," Stephanie commented with what courage she had and this woman in front of her was not a threatening force to her in any which way.
"Well, after your time here do not expect any respect higher than the flea infested mutt you resemble. You are nothing here but a prisoner and don't think you will do anything higher than slave away after the animals in the courtyard," Trish commented smartly.
"Am I taking the position from you? I thought there was a stench in here, I had a feeling that it was coming from you, but I did not dare ask!" Stephanie replied back just as smartly.
"Why you!" Trish muttered outraged, as she walked up to where Stephanie was sitting and grabbed hold of her clothing pulling her towards her. "How dare you disrespect me! You are nothing here! I am everything!" Trish shouted.
"Yeah everything no one wants, tell me how many men's beds do you warm each night? Ten, maybe twenty?" Stephanie asked not backing down.
Trish's face fumed with anger and she let go of Stephanie only to reach back, with the thought of slapping Stephanie across the face for her insolence. Stephanie knew what was going to happen she wasn't that senseless that she did not see a slap when it was aimed at her. With seconds to decide what she was going to do, she looked down at the food on the tray she still held in her hands.
Eat it, or use it to your advantage, was what flitted through her brain. She knew she was hungry but the sight of the food before her made her want to throw up, so without a second's hesitation she thrust the tray forward and covered Trish with the contents of it.
Trish squealed in utter horror as she felt the slop she had given to Stephanie cover her, combining with her hair and rolling down her face past her neck and down her front. Reeling back, she wiped furiously at her eyes so she could see again. In doing so the grunge was transferred to her hands and when she looked at them her face blanched in distaste, shaking them she shook it off. Looking at Stephanie, she saw that she was laughing at her distress. With a growl, she leaped forward and attacked her, pulling her hair while shouting at her.
Stephanie had been surprised but recovered almost instantly, not wanting Trish to get the better of her she to reached for the other girl's hair and pulled it with all her might causing her to screech in pain and let her grip on Stephanie's hair go as she recoiled back in agony. When she was far enough
back, Stephanie stood from her place on the ground and with all she had raised her palm and brought it down hard on Trish's face, sending her to the ground.
Out in the hall Randy Orton, one of Ric's men was passing by and happened to come across what was transpiring. He stood in shock for a few moments as he saw who he presumed to be Princess Stephanie slapping Trish to the ground. He gave a little smirk as he had never liked that slutty wench in the first place and was glad to see her getting some sort of punishment. As he saw Trish stand and head towards Stephanie he rushed in and grabbed her around the waist, preventing her from causing anymore harm. Pulling her out the door, he looked at her in nothing but disgust as he saw what she had been reduced to, covered in something he couldn't quite identify.
"What the hell are you doing?" He demanded to know.
"I was giving her food, when she flung it all over me!" Trish answered hotly.
"Yeah well get gone, get yourself cleaned up! You stink for pete's sake!" Randy ordered as he watched Trish glare at him and then walk away slowly.
Turning around he walked back into where he had just exited from. His gaze came to rest on Stephanie, who was glaring at him like he was the worst scum to walk the earth. Little did she know that, that title went to the man who she was meant to wed who was currently upstairs in conversation with his father. Randy gave her a small friendly smile, that cause Stephanie's brow to frown in confusion.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked sincerely.
"I am fine, I wasn't hurt badly," Stephanie replied, still confused.
"But you are hurt?" Randy questioned.
"No, not really. All she really did was pull my hair and it is not hurting anymore," Stephanie explained.
Walking closer to her, Randy checked for any visible injures, finding none he decided that she was indeed telling the truth.
"You have a pretty powerful slap, behind you," Randy stated with a small chuckle as her thought back to seeing the incident with Trish.
"She deserved it," Stephanie commented simply.
"I bet she did, Trish is nothing but a wench, she is nothing but a waste of people's time around her. She is only still around because she gratifies a man's need, that is all," Randy explained. "She was bringing you food?" Randy questioned.
"Yes, but I wouldn't even give it to a dying dog." Stephanie replied.
"Have you not been fed?" Randy asked.
"Not since I have been here, and this isn't exactly the comfiest place to sleep," Stephanie complained.
"No I guess hay is not exactly the best place to sleep," Randy replied with sympathy. If it were up to him he would let Princess Stephanie go back to her family, she didn't deserve to be here, held against her will, forced to marry the beast upstairs. He had nothing but contempt for the Flair clan, their morals and ways were not lawful and he disapproved of it. He had only joined because he had been promised a respectable job and high status, but that had yet to be resolved and he was a lowly guard. He would rather see the Flair castle burn to the ground than respect any of the members, but his father's last words to him was to do the best he could and right now this was the best he could
do. He was not like the other men here, he was not mean, he had a conscience, he did not want harm to come to anyone that did not deserve it and Princess Stephanie surely did not deserve it one bit. "How about I get you some real food, and a mattress and some blankets for you to sleep on tonight?" He asked in a friendly tone.
"I would like that," Stephanie answered with a smile.
"My name's Randy, if you ever need anything just ask me," Randy told her as he walk to the door.
"Randy," she spoke, making him stop in his tracks and look back round towards her. "Thank you," were her last words to him as he walked out the door, locking it behind him., and the first time since she had been held captive in this awful place, Stephanie smiled.
Three men sat around a table discussing the best was to capture Jake. King Vince, Mick Foley and Rocky all had disastrous ways for his capture, but none were severe enough to suffice the three men.
"I cannot believe I was away when all this happened Vince, I should have been contacted immediately when it was found that Stephanie was missing! I am the Head of Foreign Affairs am I not? Or does that title mean I am not worth the bother?" Rocky demanded to know.
"Rocky, you know I would have had you here in a second if I could have, but you were taking care of business. I have my best Knight on it! We will get my daughter back! Of that I am sure!" Vince replied.
"Yes I know Jericho, is the best Knight there is, but I still would have felt better if I was among them," Rocky explained.
"I'm sure you would friend, but what has happened, has happened and we need to focus on the point at hand right now! What are we going to do about Jake?" Mick asked.
"Well I do have an idea, if you both are willing to listen?" Rocky put forward.
"Do tell," Vince answered.
"Well we all know that Jake is consumed by status, he hates being a Sir, he would rather be a Duke, so why not give him what he wants. We tell him we are going to make him a Duke due to his allegiance to you, his King, in your time of struggle. But, once we get Princess Stephanie back, his ass is yours for whatever you want to do to him," Rocky explained his idea to his fellow men.
"Let me get this straight, you want to tease him with a brand new title, due to his loyalty to me and then do what I will after I get my daughter back safe and sound?" Vince asked, just to clarify the plan that was set out before him, getting a nod in response, Vince could do nothing but smile at the two men, who smiled eagerly back. "I like it!" Vince declared. "I like it a lot! We shall put this plan into motion soon!" Vince finished off, as the doors to the room opened revealing to them the man they had been talking about seconds before.
"Sir..." Jake started but stopped as he looked on in confusion as he saw Mick sitting with Head of Foreign Affairs and The King, Mick noticing thisstood up from the chair and turned towards Vince.
"Like I said sir, it is without fail! I can do it! Just watch!" Mick told the King, as he started twirling around in circles with his arms stretched wide to the world, and started reciting the alphabet. As he reached the letter J, he fell to the side and landed flat out on the floor and as he tried to sit up he couldn't due to the dizziness that he felt as the room continued to spin around him. "Well maybe it isn't without fail!" He slurred like a drunk as he slumped to the floor.
As the King's laughter rang throughout the room, followed by Rocky's, Jake could not help but follow. Once it died down, Vince turned to Jake.
"Can I help you Jake?" He questioned.
"What do you suggest would be the best way to enter the castle undetected?" Chris questioned his men.
"Well I was thinking we could try and find a way in at the side or round the back, but I am not sure," Taker replied grimly.
"Not of us are sure what the layout of the castle is, we would need a miracle to get into Flair's castle," Benoit concluded glumly.
"Then I can be your miracle then." A voice from the darkness floated throughout the forest, causing Chris and his men to stop walking and tense ready for a fight.
"Who is there?" He demanded to know, a few seconds later a figure stepped out of the shadows, whoever it was, was at least 7ft tall. As they got closer to the group they could see that the figure's face was disfigured and shielded mostly by their hair hanging in front of their face. "Who are you?" Chris wanted to know.
"My name is Kane," he told them with hoarse voice.
"How do you propose to help us enter Ric Flair's castle?" Taker wanted to know.
"Because, I was their top man, I was the best they ever had, until they decided to remove my mask and see what I was really like. One look at my face and they decided they didn't want me anymore, as it was horribly scarred due to a fire I was caught in when I was a boy." Kane explained. "Now I want them to pay and if I can help you do that then so be it. I know the layout by heart, everything you want to know I will tell you," he finished off gruffly,
"How do we know we can trust you?" Benoit questioned.
"Because now more than ever I want my revenge on the men that have taken my mask and forced me to live out in a forest like a poor man," Kane explained.
"Fine, you may join us, tell us what you know and we will tell King Vince of your willingness to help and you will hopefully get rewarded, that is if it is the truth and not a trap," Taker explained to him.
"Tell me the layout of the castle, especially where the dungeons are, leave nothing out!" Chris demanded as he got closer to completing his mission and rescuing the Princess.
Stephanie sat staring at the door that held her captive, she felt miserable; she was starved and undoubtably exhausted. Her sleep had been restless due to her constant tossing and turning that had eventually caused her to wake in the middle of the night. Or was it day, she thought to herself, it was so dark and harsh in her confines she could not tell. How long she had been held captive for eluded her, it could have been mere hours, or an endless number of days or weeks for all she knew.
She craved for human contact, from the minute she had been snatched from her bed, taken halfway across country and been put in her prison. She had not seen or talked to a single person and it bothered her terribly, as she was a talkative person in herself, always stopping to have conversations with the guards that protected her, or to simply tell her mother that she loved her. Sighing, Stephanie thought of her family, a single tear rolled from her eye and down her face. She had never been separated from her family for more than a few hours at most and it crushed her that she could not just not leave this room and go see them.
There was a sudden noise at the entrance of her cell and then the door opened only to reveal a blonde haired woman Stephanie had never seen before. Her first impression of her wasn't exactly high, the clothes she was wearing were something Stephanie would describe as rags and something she would never be seen dead in. But what interested Stephanie about the girl was what she had in her hands. Food. Her stomach growled in anticipation, having been starved from food for who knows how long. She watched as the girl stepped in towards her with what seemed to be a disgusted face directed at her. Stephanie had no idea why and quite frankly she didn't give a damn; all she cared about was having something edible.
Trish pushed open the door with a look of contempt on her face. So this was the woman that Hunter had dismissed her for, she thought to herself, silently seething, she looks nothing but helpless sitting there with puffy eyes probably from crying her eyes out.
"Here," Trish said. "It was thought that we should feed our prisoner, my first thought was let her starve but no-one seemed to agree with me," Trish finished off cruelly, handing the tray of food to Stephanie who took it eagerly.
As Stephanie looked at the food, she grimaced in distaste, a dog had better food than what was in front of her. Also the blonde girl's attitude was something that could be improved. She had never been disrespected in such a brash manner before.
"This," Stephanie started with a disgusted face, "This is what you people call food?" She finished wondering.
"If it is does for us, then it will do for someone like you!" Trish replied hotly.
"I'm sure it would do for your kind of people, but where I come from it would not even satisfy a dog, we would not even subject it to such a horrific matter," Stephanie commented with what courage she had and this woman in front of her was not a threatening force to her in any which way.
"Well, after your time here do not expect any respect higher than the flea infested mutt you resemble. You are nothing here but a prisoner and don't think you will do anything higher than slave away after the animals in the courtyard," Trish commented smartly.
"Am I taking the position from you? I thought there was a stench in here, I had a feeling that it was coming from you, but I did not dare ask!" Stephanie replied back just as smartly.
"Why you!" Trish muttered outraged, as she walked up to where Stephanie was sitting and grabbed hold of her clothing pulling her towards her. "How dare you disrespect me! You are nothing here! I am everything!" Trish shouted.
"Yeah everything no one wants, tell me how many men's beds do you warm each night? Ten, maybe twenty?" Stephanie asked not backing down.
Trish's face fumed with anger and she let go of Stephanie only to reach back, with the thought of slapping Stephanie across the face for her insolence. Stephanie knew what was going to happen she wasn't that senseless that she did not see a slap when it was aimed at her. With seconds to decide what she was going to do, she looked down at the food on the tray she still held in her hands.
Eat it, or use it to your advantage, was what flitted through her brain. She knew she was hungry but the sight of the food before her made her want to throw up, so without a second's hesitation she thrust the tray forward and covered Trish with the contents of it.
Trish squealed in utter horror as she felt the slop she had given to Stephanie cover her, combining with her hair and rolling down her face past her neck and down her front. Reeling back, she wiped furiously at her eyes so she could see again. In doing so the grunge was transferred to her hands and when she looked at them her face blanched in distaste, shaking them she shook it off. Looking at Stephanie, she saw that she was laughing at her distress. With a growl, she leaped forward and attacked her, pulling her hair while shouting at her.
Stephanie had been surprised but recovered almost instantly, not wanting Trish to get the better of her she to reached for the other girl's hair and pulled it with all her might causing her to screech in pain and let her grip on Stephanie's hair go as she recoiled back in agony. When she was far enough
back, Stephanie stood from her place on the ground and with all she had raised her palm and brought it down hard on Trish's face, sending her to the ground.
Out in the hall Randy Orton, one of Ric's men was passing by and happened to come across what was transpiring. He stood in shock for a few moments as he saw who he presumed to be Princess Stephanie slapping Trish to the ground. He gave a little smirk as he had never liked that slutty wench in the first place and was glad to see her getting some sort of punishment. As he saw Trish stand and head towards Stephanie he rushed in and grabbed her around the waist, preventing her from causing anymore harm. Pulling her out the door, he looked at her in nothing but disgust as he saw what she had been reduced to, covered in something he couldn't quite identify.
"What the hell are you doing?" He demanded to know.
"I was giving her food, when she flung it all over me!" Trish answered hotly.
"Yeah well get gone, get yourself cleaned up! You stink for pete's sake!" Randy ordered as he watched Trish glare at him and then walk away slowly.
Turning around he walked back into where he had just exited from. His gaze came to rest on Stephanie, who was glaring at him like he was the worst scum to walk the earth. Little did she know that, that title went to the man who she was meant to wed who was currently upstairs in conversation with his father. Randy gave her a small friendly smile, that cause Stephanie's brow to frown in confusion.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked sincerely.
"I am fine, I wasn't hurt badly," Stephanie replied, still confused.
"But you are hurt?" Randy questioned.
"No, not really. All she really did was pull my hair and it is not hurting anymore," Stephanie explained.
Walking closer to her, Randy checked for any visible injures, finding none he decided that she was indeed telling the truth.
"You have a pretty powerful slap, behind you," Randy stated with a small chuckle as her thought back to seeing the incident with Trish.
"She deserved it," Stephanie commented simply.
"I bet she did, Trish is nothing but a wench, she is nothing but a waste of people's time around her. She is only still around because she gratifies a man's need, that is all," Randy explained. "She was bringing you food?" Randy questioned.
"Yes, but I wouldn't even give it to a dying dog." Stephanie replied.
"Have you not been fed?" Randy asked.
"Not since I have been here, and this isn't exactly the comfiest place to sleep," Stephanie complained.
"No I guess hay is not exactly the best place to sleep," Randy replied with sympathy. If it were up to him he would let Princess Stephanie go back to her family, she didn't deserve to be here, held against her will, forced to marry the beast upstairs. He had nothing but contempt for the Flair clan, their morals and ways were not lawful and he disapproved of it. He had only joined because he had been promised a respectable job and high status, but that had yet to be resolved and he was a lowly guard. He would rather see the Flair castle burn to the ground than respect any of the members, but his father's last words to him was to do the best he could and right now this was the best he could
do. He was not like the other men here, he was not mean, he had a conscience, he did not want harm to come to anyone that did not deserve it and Princess Stephanie surely did not deserve it one bit. "How about I get you some real food, and a mattress and some blankets for you to sleep on tonight?" He asked in a friendly tone.
"I would like that," Stephanie answered with a smile.
"My name's Randy, if you ever need anything just ask me," Randy told her as he walk to the door.
"Randy," she spoke, making him stop in his tracks and look back round towards her. "Thank you," were her last words to him as he walked out the door, locking it behind him., and the first time since she had been held captive in this awful place, Stephanie smiled.
Three men sat around a table discussing the best was to capture Jake. King Vince, Mick Foley and Rocky all had disastrous ways for his capture, but none were severe enough to suffice the three men.
"I cannot believe I was away when all this happened Vince, I should have been contacted immediately when it was found that Stephanie was missing! I am the Head of Foreign Affairs am I not? Or does that title mean I am not worth the bother?" Rocky demanded to know.
"Rocky, you know I would have had you here in a second if I could have, but you were taking care of business. I have my best Knight on it! We will get my daughter back! Of that I am sure!" Vince replied.
"Yes I know Jericho, is the best Knight there is, but I still would have felt better if I was among them," Rocky explained.
"I'm sure you would friend, but what has happened, has happened and we need to focus on the point at hand right now! What are we going to do about Jake?" Mick asked.
"Well I do have an idea, if you both are willing to listen?" Rocky put forward.
"Do tell," Vince answered.
"Well we all know that Jake is consumed by status, he hates being a Sir, he would rather be a Duke, so why not give him what he wants. We tell him we are going to make him a Duke due to his allegiance to you, his King, in your time of struggle. But, once we get Princess Stephanie back, his ass is yours for whatever you want to do to him," Rocky explained his idea to his fellow men.
"Let me get this straight, you want to tease him with a brand new title, due to his loyalty to me and then do what I will after I get my daughter back safe and sound?" Vince asked, just to clarify the plan that was set out before him, getting a nod in response, Vince could do nothing but smile at the two men, who smiled eagerly back. "I like it!" Vince declared. "I like it a lot! We shall put this plan into motion soon!" Vince finished off, as the doors to the room opened revealing to them the man they had been talking about seconds before.
"Sir..." Jake started but stopped as he looked on in confusion as he saw Mick sitting with Head of Foreign Affairs and The King, Mick noticing thisstood up from the chair and turned towards Vince.
"Like I said sir, it is without fail! I can do it! Just watch!" Mick told the King, as he started twirling around in circles with his arms stretched wide to the world, and started reciting the alphabet. As he reached the letter J, he fell to the side and landed flat out on the floor and as he tried to sit up he couldn't due to the dizziness that he felt as the room continued to spin around him. "Well maybe it isn't without fail!" He slurred like a drunk as he slumped to the floor.
As the King's laughter rang throughout the room, followed by Rocky's, Jake could not help but follow. Once it died down, Vince turned to Jake.
"Can I help you Jake?" He questioned.
"What do you suggest would be the best way to enter the castle undetected?" Chris questioned his men.
"Well I was thinking we could try and find a way in at the side or round the back, but I am not sure," Taker replied grimly.
"Not of us are sure what the layout of the castle is, we would need a miracle to get into Flair's castle," Benoit concluded glumly.
"Then I can be your miracle then." A voice from the darkness floated throughout the forest, causing Chris and his men to stop walking and tense ready for a fight.
"Who is there?" He demanded to know, a few seconds later a figure stepped out of the shadows, whoever it was, was at least 7ft tall. As they got closer to the group they could see that the figure's face was disfigured and shielded mostly by their hair hanging in front of their face. "Who are you?" Chris wanted to know.
"My name is Kane," he told them with hoarse voice.
"How do you propose to help us enter Ric Flair's castle?" Taker wanted to know.
"Because, I was their top man, I was the best they ever had, until they decided to remove my mask and see what I was really like. One look at my face and they decided they didn't want me anymore, as it was horribly scarred due to a fire I was caught in when I was a boy." Kane explained. "Now I want them to pay and if I can help you do that then so be it. I know the layout by heart, everything you want to know I will tell you," he finished off gruffly,
"How do we know we can trust you?" Benoit questioned.
"Because now more than ever I want my revenge on the men that have taken my mask and forced me to live out in a forest like a poor man," Kane explained.
"Fine, you may join us, tell us what you know and we will tell King Vince of your willingness to help and you will hopefully get rewarded, that is if it is the truth and not a trap," Taker explained to him.
"Tell me the layout of the castle, especially where the dungeons are, leave nothing out!" Chris demanded as he got closer to completing his mission and rescuing the Princess.