Disclaimer: Don't own any of the wrestlers mentioned in this fic, I only own myself. Stephy owns herself. Remember to R&R and thanks to those who have reviewed and to those who havent reviewed and read anyway THANX!!
Once again Becky found herself wondering the wilderness all by herself, her dress was tripping her up and her ankle was swollen and red. She didn't know where she was going exactly only that she had to get back to her village and try to start another life, without Kane. That thought alone shattered Becky's heart to pieces, it made her soul shake with fear and sadness. But before she could get back to her village she had to cross the water to get to the East shore of Ireland, and after that it was a short journey to her village. Days later, Becky wasn't sure how many because she passed out due to fatigue, she arrived at the ferry that could take her across the water. She quickly limped up to the captain who was leaning against the side of his boat, tooth pic shoved between his teeth, and he was tapping his foot to a beat that was drumming in his head. When the tall, muscular man noticed Becky he quickly shot up, removed his hat and welcomed her.
"Well hello there miss, what can I do for you?" His accent confused Becky, he wasn't from Britain that's for sure.
"Can ye take me to Ireland please?" Becky kindly asked. The man smirked, threw his tooth pick on the ground and said.
"I sure can miss, welcome abroad the Italian Dream. My name is Captain John "Doc" Cena. "He gave a quick bow then went abroad his ship, Becky following behind. The ride across went uneventful, Doc stayed in his cabin and Becky spent all her time looking out at the ocean and thinking about Kane. A few hours later Becky saw the rolling green hills of Ireland and she began to cry, it seem like an eternity since she saw those green fields and it made her all emotional. Once they docked Becky reached in the small pocket in her dress for the few coins she had to pay Mr. Cena.
"Oh no charge ma'am, it was my pleasure to help out such a beautiful lady." Becky blushed then silently bid Mr. Cena farewell. She then began walking again, this time with renewed strength ... she was home. Later on that day it started to rain, as it usual did in Ireland. When Becky was younger she used to love the rain, it made everything smell so clean and made everything green and fresh, but now it was just a burden, now she had to find shelter. As luck would have it there was a small farm house on top of the hill with gray smoke bellowing from the chimney. This excited Becky to no end because the Irish are known for their hospitality and Becky hoped that the person that lived in that house was more than willing to help her in her time of need. She quickly hobbled up the hill and started jogging to the little house. One there she started pounding on the wooden planks that made up the door, seconds later a tall slim man answered the it. He had shaggy brown hair, and big brown eyes that a person could easily get lost in. He smiled and looked Becky over from head to toe, he noticed her dirty dress and the fact that she was putting all her weight on one of her bare feet which were caked up with mud.
"Can I help ye miss?" Becky leaned up against the door, trying to take some of the weight off her tired feet.
"Please sir, can ye put me up for the night? I wont be a bother, it'll be like Im not even here. I just need a place to rest for a while and maybe some water." The young man smiled and stepped out of Becky's way, allowing her to enter his home.
"Well sure I wouldn't mind housing ye my dear lady, what is ye name?" Becky limped into the house and looked around. He didn't have much, just a small stove, a wooden table and a couple chairs, and in his living room he had 1 rickety old rocking chair and a large fire place which looked heavenly to Becky. All in all it had a cosey feel to it
"Becky, my what a lovely home ye have Mr...."
"Ye can call me Shane Ms. Becky." She went to get a better look around but tripped and fell hard on the ground. "Are ye all right Becky?" Shane asked rushing over to her. Becky sat up and smiled.
"Aye, Im fine. I just need some sleep, I have been travelin for such a long time." Shane smiled and helped Becky up, he guided her upstairs to a bedroom.
"Ye can sleep here for the night." Shane said helping her get in bed. "And when ye wake up ye can tell me your story of how ye landed on me door step." Becky simply smiled and yawned.
"Thank ye." She muttered before she nodded off to sleep. During her slumber she kept having dreams about Kane, not so pleasant ones either. She saw an army of men marching towards him, swords, spears and other emplements of war pointed at Kane all at once. Then she heard a shrill howl causing the mass of soldiers to part and in came Lord Undertaker riding on a horse along with Stephy, she sat comfortably in front on him smiling wide. Before Becky could ask what was going on Taker waved his hand and the soldiers attacked Kane without mercy, what really confused Becky was that Taker and Stephy started kissing each other quite passionately. Becky then turned to see what was happening to Kane, when she did she wish he hadn't of. His body was being torn apart limb from limb, blood was coloring all the soldiers grinning faces. That's what woke Becky up, she was screaming like a banshee causing her host Shane to jump up from his spot beside her bed and try to calm her.
"Lady Becky, please calm down! Ye had a bad dream is all." Shane said smoothing her messy brown locks away from her sweaty forehead. Becky was panting heavily then when she finally got her wits back she began to cry on Shane's shoulder. "Shhhh it's all right Becky." He soothed. Becky couldn't believe that such a horrid dream had come to her, what scared her the most was the possibility that it was a vision that she saw. Then she remembered seeing Taker and Stephy making out and that calmed her a bit, Stephy would never go to Lord Taker willingly... would she? Becky shook the evil thoughts away from her head and pulled away from Shane slightly blushing at her behavior.
"I apologize Shane for actin so childishly." Shane gave her a reassuring smile and said,
"Think nothin of it my lady. Now that ye are awake wont ye please tell me about ye self?" Shane asked sitting back down in the chair that he had so recently occupied. Becky settled back in the bed and began telling her story of how she got back to Ireland, changing a few things here and there.
"Well, I was a slave to the lord Undertaker. The other day I made him cross because my ankle was injured by a wolf and I was unable to do his biddin so he threw me out. Thankfully I was able to catch a ferry back to Ireland and here I am. Im tryin to get back to my village outside of Dublin." Ok so it was a total lie but Becky didn't want to give away any information about Kane, especially here in Ireland where Kane was the enemy.
"Well do not fret any more my lady, for ye shall stay here until ye are all better. Then ye can get back to ye village if ye should feel so inclined, but right now ye need to get some more sleep. Don't worry anymore about that tyrant Lord Undertaker I'll be watchin out for ye. Goodnight Lady Becky." Becky smiled at Shane's bravery and sighed.
"Goodnight again Lord Shane." Becky once again nodded off to sleep, thankfully this time having no dreams at all to frighten her.
Once again Becky found herself wondering the wilderness all by herself, her dress was tripping her up and her ankle was swollen and red. She didn't know where she was going exactly only that she had to get back to her village and try to start another life, without Kane. That thought alone shattered Becky's heart to pieces, it made her soul shake with fear and sadness. But before she could get back to her village she had to cross the water to get to the East shore of Ireland, and after that it was a short journey to her village. Days later, Becky wasn't sure how many because she passed out due to fatigue, she arrived at the ferry that could take her across the water. She quickly limped up to the captain who was leaning against the side of his boat, tooth pic shoved between his teeth, and he was tapping his foot to a beat that was drumming in his head. When the tall, muscular man noticed Becky he quickly shot up, removed his hat and welcomed her.
"Well hello there miss, what can I do for you?" His accent confused Becky, he wasn't from Britain that's for sure.
"Can ye take me to Ireland please?" Becky kindly asked. The man smirked, threw his tooth pick on the ground and said.
"I sure can miss, welcome abroad the Italian Dream. My name is Captain John "Doc" Cena. "He gave a quick bow then went abroad his ship, Becky following behind. The ride across went uneventful, Doc stayed in his cabin and Becky spent all her time looking out at the ocean and thinking about Kane. A few hours later Becky saw the rolling green hills of Ireland and she began to cry, it seem like an eternity since she saw those green fields and it made her all emotional. Once they docked Becky reached in the small pocket in her dress for the few coins she had to pay Mr. Cena.
"Oh no charge ma'am, it was my pleasure to help out such a beautiful lady." Becky blushed then silently bid Mr. Cena farewell. She then began walking again, this time with renewed strength ... she was home. Later on that day it started to rain, as it usual did in Ireland. When Becky was younger she used to love the rain, it made everything smell so clean and made everything green and fresh, but now it was just a burden, now she had to find shelter. As luck would have it there was a small farm house on top of the hill with gray smoke bellowing from the chimney. This excited Becky to no end because the Irish are known for their hospitality and Becky hoped that the person that lived in that house was more than willing to help her in her time of need. She quickly hobbled up the hill and started jogging to the little house. One there she started pounding on the wooden planks that made up the door, seconds later a tall slim man answered the it. He had shaggy brown hair, and big brown eyes that a person could easily get lost in. He smiled and looked Becky over from head to toe, he noticed her dirty dress and the fact that she was putting all her weight on one of her bare feet which were caked up with mud.
"Can I help ye miss?" Becky leaned up against the door, trying to take some of the weight off her tired feet.
"Please sir, can ye put me up for the night? I wont be a bother, it'll be like Im not even here. I just need a place to rest for a while and maybe some water." The young man smiled and stepped out of Becky's way, allowing her to enter his home.
"Well sure I wouldn't mind housing ye my dear lady, what is ye name?" Becky limped into the house and looked around. He didn't have much, just a small stove, a wooden table and a couple chairs, and in his living room he had 1 rickety old rocking chair and a large fire place which looked heavenly to Becky. All in all it had a cosey feel to it
"Becky, my what a lovely home ye have Mr...."
"Ye can call me Shane Ms. Becky." She went to get a better look around but tripped and fell hard on the ground. "Are ye all right Becky?" Shane asked rushing over to her. Becky sat up and smiled.
"Aye, Im fine. I just need some sleep, I have been travelin for such a long time." Shane smiled and helped Becky up, he guided her upstairs to a bedroom.
"Ye can sleep here for the night." Shane said helping her get in bed. "And when ye wake up ye can tell me your story of how ye landed on me door step." Becky simply smiled and yawned.
"Thank ye." She muttered before she nodded off to sleep. During her slumber she kept having dreams about Kane, not so pleasant ones either. She saw an army of men marching towards him, swords, spears and other emplements of war pointed at Kane all at once. Then she heard a shrill howl causing the mass of soldiers to part and in came Lord Undertaker riding on a horse along with Stephy, she sat comfortably in front on him smiling wide. Before Becky could ask what was going on Taker waved his hand and the soldiers attacked Kane without mercy, what really confused Becky was that Taker and Stephy started kissing each other quite passionately. Becky then turned to see what was happening to Kane, when she did she wish he hadn't of. His body was being torn apart limb from limb, blood was coloring all the soldiers grinning faces. That's what woke Becky up, she was screaming like a banshee causing her host Shane to jump up from his spot beside her bed and try to calm her.
"Lady Becky, please calm down! Ye had a bad dream is all." Shane said smoothing her messy brown locks away from her sweaty forehead. Becky was panting heavily then when she finally got her wits back she began to cry on Shane's shoulder. "Shhhh it's all right Becky." He soothed. Becky couldn't believe that such a horrid dream had come to her, what scared her the most was the possibility that it was a vision that she saw. Then she remembered seeing Taker and Stephy making out and that calmed her a bit, Stephy would never go to Lord Taker willingly... would she? Becky shook the evil thoughts away from her head and pulled away from Shane slightly blushing at her behavior.
"I apologize Shane for actin so childishly." Shane gave her a reassuring smile and said,
"Think nothin of it my lady. Now that ye are awake wont ye please tell me about ye self?" Shane asked sitting back down in the chair that he had so recently occupied. Becky settled back in the bed and began telling her story of how she got back to Ireland, changing a few things here and there.
"Well, I was a slave to the lord Undertaker. The other day I made him cross because my ankle was injured by a wolf and I was unable to do his biddin so he threw me out. Thankfully I was able to catch a ferry back to Ireland and here I am. Im tryin to get back to my village outside of Dublin." Ok so it was a total lie but Becky didn't want to give away any information about Kane, especially here in Ireland where Kane was the enemy.
"Well do not fret any more my lady, for ye shall stay here until ye are all better. Then ye can get back to ye village if ye should feel so inclined, but right now ye need to get some more sleep. Don't worry anymore about that tyrant Lord Undertaker I'll be watchin out for ye. Goodnight Lady Becky." Becky smiled at Shane's bravery and sighed.
"Goodnight again Lord Shane." Becky once again nodded off to sleep, thankfully this time having no dreams at all to frighten her.