Disclaimer: Neither Stephy nor I own any of the wrestler's mentioned in this fic. Also I don't know the geography of England or Ireland or if those towns and places existed in the 1700s but oh well. Remember to R&R!!
In 1500's the beautiful green lands of Ireland were riddled with death, suffering and war. England and Ireland were at each others throats over land ownership. Ireland wanted to be an independent nation but England didn't want to hand over their rights to that portion of land. In the midst of the war, in Dublin Ireland, Becky wandered through the woods cold and alone. English soldiers had just destroyed her home, killed her family and took the land her family had owned for years away from her. Now she was on the run, she could hear the hounds chasing after, howling in the night. Becky looped through trees and jumped over streams, hoping to loose the hounds but it was no use, the dogs were right on her heals and their English masters not far behind. Plus it didn't help that she had an injured ankle that slowed her down tremendously. If they caught her she knew she would be raped and killed.
"Come on little Irish bitch! See if you can outrun our English hound dogs!!" They yelled out to her, laughing all the while. When she couldn't run anymore Becky collapsed on the wet, cold ground. She had given up, there was nothing in her life worth living for anyway. Mentally she was a wreck, and physically she was even worse, the throbbing in her ankle was killing her.
"My my, what do we have here?" An English soldier asked picking Becky up by her stringy brown hair. "She's full of spunk isn't she boys??" He asked the men behind him, who all cheered and laughed at Becky's frantic struggling.
"You will unhand me!!" She ordered trying to fight off the man's roaming hands.
"And what if I don't my lady?"
"You will feel the wrath of an Irish woman, and that is worse than 10 angry English women!!" She shouted. All the soldiers started laughing hysterically, including the one holding her close to him. Without another word the man pulled her on to his horse located a few feet away and rode to their camp that was a few miles away from Becky's old home.
When they reached the camp the soldier pulled the still struggling Becky down from his horse and drug her into his tent.
"Welcome to my humble abode Ms. now shall we get started on the festivities?" He asked thrusting his large frame at her. Using her small size to her advantage, Becky dodged the man's onslaught and ran out the tent opening only to run into a huge chest belonging to an enormous man. Not wanting to get caught again she tried to quickly maneuver around the human wall, but he placed his black gloved hands on her elbows, stopping her from even moving. Becky looked up at his face and was met by a hideous black and red leather mask, behind it was a strange but beautiful combination of eye color one eye was sky blue while the other was hazel.
Once the other Englishman came running out of the tent, cursing about Irish women he almost swallowed his tongue when he saw who was holding his hostage.
"Captain Kane, I...." He sputtered.
"I don't want to hear your excuses private!" The larger man bellowed causing Becky to start her struggling once more. "If I ever catch you trying to rape another native I will personal make sure you never touch another woman again, is that clear?" The private gulped and quickly saluted the Captain and ran back into his tent. "Are you all right my lady?" He gently asked.
"Why do ye care you English bastard?" Becky cursed kicking the Captain in the shin.
"OW! You are a feisty thing aren't you?" The captain asked throwing the smaller girl over his shoulder and walking to his own tent.
"PUT ME DOWN YE BASTARD!!!!!!" She shouted causing all the soldiers to look on their captain with curious eyes. When they were in his own tent he slung Becky on to the soft feather bed located in the center of the room.
"Did he touch you in any way my lady?" he asked once again.
"NO! Thank the gods!" She shouted trying to get back up.
"Oh no you don't, not with that injury. Please let me look at it." Becky was in to much pain to argue with the giant of a man so she watched as he gently took her ankle and examined it. "My name is Kane, and you are?" He asked getting up and looking for something to wrap her ankle with.
"Becky. I ask ye once again, why are ye helping me?" Becky's was now a bit calmer and wasn't as afraid as before.
"I would like to apologize for my men's behavior earlier. They had no right to take you from your home like that." Becky looked at Kane in shock.
"YE ARE APPOLOGIZIN TA ME? HOW DARE YE! YOUR MEN KILLED MY' FAMILY, BURNT MY' HOME. HOW ARE YE GONNA MAKE IT UP TELL ME THAT CAPTAIN KANE?????" Becky screamed, tears running down her face. Kane continued with his work, as if he hadn't of heard Becky's outburst.
"It's called war my lady. I am dreadfully sorry about all your misfortunes, I truly am. But there is nothing I can do about it now." Becky could tell he was trying to hold his temper. "I don't want to be in the middle of a war either, but I am, and now you are as well." When Kane finished wrapping up her ankle he sat down next to Becky who was still crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and there were clean trials on her dirty face where the tears had fallen. But to Kane she was still beautiful.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Kane asked causing more tears to fall down Becky's face. It took all of Kane's will power not to reach over and wipe away the tears that littered her face.
"No, your men burnt my' home to the ground." Kane smirked showing Becky his white teeth.
"Well, my lady, why don't you rest here for the night. In the mornin we can figure out what to do with you." Becky opened her mouth, ready to protest, but all that came out was a yawn. She just stared at Kane, she figured she should be afraid of the masked figure in front of her but for some reason she wasn't, she was more confused about his behavior than his looks.
*Why is this Englishman being so nice to me?* Becky asked herself as she looked at Kane. Although the soft sheets on the feather bed were too alluring to pass up and she did have a very draining day. Becky looked Kane over once more then got comfortable in the bed and instantly went to sleep. Kane looked over at her sleeping figure and sighed. He planned on keeping her around for a while, her feisty attitude and beauty intrigued him, it made him want to learn more about this poor girl.
In 1500's the beautiful green lands of Ireland were riddled with death, suffering and war. England and Ireland were at each others throats over land ownership. Ireland wanted to be an independent nation but England didn't want to hand over their rights to that portion of land. In the midst of the war, in Dublin Ireland, Becky wandered through the woods cold and alone. English soldiers had just destroyed her home, killed her family and took the land her family had owned for years away from her. Now she was on the run, she could hear the hounds chasing after, howling in the night. Becky looped through trees and jumped over streams, hoping to loose the hounds but it was no use, the dogs were right on her heals and their English masters not far behind. Plus it didn't help that she had an injured ankle that slowed her down tremendously. If they caught her she knew she would be raped and killed.
"Come on little Irish bitch! See if you can outrun our English hound dogs!!" They yelled out to her, laughing all the while. When she couldn't run anymore Becky collapsed on the wet, cold ground. She had given up, there was nothing in her life worth living for anyway. Mentally she was a wreck, and physically she was even worse, the throbbing in her ankle was killing her.
"My my, what do we have here?" An English soldier asked picking Becky up by her stringy brown hair. "She's full of spunk isn't she boys??" He asked the men behind him, who all cheered and laughed at Becky's frantic struggling.
"You will unhand me!!" She ordered trying to fight off the man's roaming hands.
"And what if I don't my lady?"
"You will feel the wrath of an Irish woman, and that is worse than 10 angry English women!!" She shouted. All the soldiers started laughing hysterically, including the one holding her close to him. Without another word the man pulled her on to his horse located a few feet away and rode to their camp that was a few miles away from Becky's old home.
When they reached the camp the soldier pulled the still struggling Becky down from his horse and drug her into his tent.
"Welcome to my humble abode Ms. now shall we get started on the festivities?" He asked thrusting his large frame at her. Using her small size to her advantage, Becky dodged the man's onslaught and ran out the tent opening only to run into a huge chest belonging to an enormous man. Not wanting to get caught again she tried to quickly maneuver around the human wall, but he placed his black gloved hands on her elbows, stopping her from even moving. Becky looked up at his face and was met by a hideous black and red leather mask, behind it was a strange but beautiful combination of eye color one eye was sky blue while the other was hazel.
Once the other Englishman came running out of the tent, cursing about Irish women he almost swallowed his tongue when he saw who was holding his hostage.
"Captain Kane, I...." He sputtered.
"I don't want to hear your excuses private!" The larger man bellowed causing Becky to start her struggling once more. "If I ever catch you trying to rape another native I will personal make sure you never touch another woman again, is that clear?" The private gulped and quickly saluted the Captain and ran back into his tent. "Are you all right my lady?" He gently asked.
"Why do ye care you English bastard?" Becky cursed kicking the Captain in the shin.
"OW! You are a feisty thing aren't you?" The captain asked throwing the smaller girl over his shoulder and walking to his own tent.
"PUT ME DOWN YE BASTARD!!!!!!" She shouted causing all the soldiers to look on their captain with curious eyes. When they were in his own tent he slung Becky on to the soft feather bed located in the center of the room.
"Did he touch you in any way my lady?" he asked once again.
"NO! Thank the gods!" She shouted trying to get back up.
"Oh no you don't, not with that injury. Please let me look at it." Becky was in to much pain to argue with the giant of a man so she watched as he gently took her ankle and examined it. "My name is Kane, and you are?" He asked getting up and looking for something to wrap her ankle with.
"Becky. I ask ye once again, why are ye helping me?" Becky's was now a bit calmer and wasn't as afraid as before.
"I would like to apologize for my men's behavior earlier. They had no right to take you from your home like that." Becky looked at Kane in shock.
"YE ARE APPOLOGIZIN TA ME? HOW DARE YE! YOUR MEN KILLED MY' FAMILY, BURNT MY' HOME. HOW ARE YE GONNA MAKE IT UP TELL ME THAT CAPTAIN KANE?????" Becky screamed, tears running down her face. Kane continued with his work, as if he hadn't of heard Becky's outburst.
"It's called war my lady. I am dreadfully sorry about all your misfortunes, I truly am. But there is nothing I can do about it now." Becky could tell he was trying to hold his temper. "I don't want to be in the middle of a war either, but I am, and now you are as well." When Kane finished wrapping up her ankle he sat down next to Becky who was still crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and there were clean trials on her dirty face where the tears had fallen. But to Kane she was still beautiful.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Kane asked causing more tears to fall down Becky's face. It took all of Kane's will power not to reach over and wipe away the tears that littered her face.
"No, your men burnt my' home to the ground." Kane smirked showing Becky his white teeth.
"Well, my lady, why don't you rest here for the night. In the mornin we can figure out what to do with you." Becky opened her mouth, ready to protest, but all that came out was a yawn. She just stared at Kane, she figured she should be afraid of the masked figure in front of her but for some reason she wasn't, she was more confused about his behavior than his looks.
*Why is this Englishman being so nice to me?* Becky asked herself as she looked at Kane. Although the soft sheets on the feather bed were too alluring to pass up and she did have a very draining day. Becky looked Kane over once more then got comfortable in the bed and instantly went to sleep. Kane looked over at her sleeping figure and sighed. He planned on keeping her around for a while, her feisty attitude and beauty intrigued him, it made him want to learn more about this poor girl.