NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim and NittanyChick11,
I do not take full credit under any circumstances for this work.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
The Babes of Bosom Bay
"Wow J.R. can you believe this years Survivor Series has come to a close?" King exclaimed as the show was ending.
"What a night, ladies and gentlemen, what a night!" Returned J.R. as television screens everywhere faded to black.
Backstage in a Melbourne, Australia Arena..
"Man, I'm so glad we're off for the next five days," Commented Jeff Hardy holding a sore rib.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get back home and take a long nap." Matt agreed wiping some blood off his temple.
"This Australia tour really was tough," Said Edge flexing a sore wrist.
Shawn Michaels appeared in the doorway, "OK men its time to go."
Everyone filed out to the parking lot where the bus was waiting to take them to the airport. A scant twenty minutes later, they had boarded the private charter and were on their way back home to America. Many hours later high above the Atlantic Ocean they flew their course. Each one of the wrestlers was looking forward to the vacation that was granted them. Most of the superstars had fallen asleep when the plane entered a violent storm. They were also flying unbeknownst into the ill-famed Bermuda Triangle.
"Damn," Commented Farooq at a purplish bolt of lightning, "That was close."
Bradshaw nodded his head in agreement, "Too close."
Then they promptly opened some more beer.
The passengers felt great turbulence as the plane soared through the troubled skies.
"Ooo," Christian moaned grabbing an airsick bag, "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Ewww, that is so not cool bro," Edge commented with disgust.
"Totally not cool," Rob Van Dam added as another bolt struck close to the plane.
"Damn," Commented Farooq again.
The next few moments were unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. The lightning intensified and almost seemed to change in color.
"I never saw pink lightning before, did you?" Asked Stephanie to her brother Shane.
At that moment, everyone who was still oddly asleep was awoken with a start. One of the strange pink bolts actually hit the plane and for a moment the entire apparatus glowed an eerie pinkish light. The next instant everything was dark and silent for a moment. After what seemed like an eternity the lights flickered back on inside the compartment. Christian was the first noticed that something major was amiss.
"Edge?" Christian called out when he saw the vacant seat beside him.
"Oh my gosh," Stephanie gasped, "Where is my brother? Where is Kurt?"
"And Jericho?" Commented Stacey who secretly had a crush on him.
"Matt? Jeff?" Called Lita desperately. "Shannon?"
"Michael's is gone too!" Remarked Triple H.
"And Hurricane," Added Super-Hero-In-Training Rosie.
"O'Haire's missing," Said Randy Orton.
"And the APA." Finished Spike Dudley.
"Damn!" Responded everyone in a Farooq-like manner.
So when the head count was completed; twelve wrestlers had disappeared completely. They'd disappeared to someplace no one ever would have expected.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
The Babes of Bosom Bay
"Wow J.R. can you believe this years Survivor Series has come to a close?" King exclaimed as the show was ending.
"What a night, ladies and gentlemen, what a night!" Returned J.R. as television screens everywhere faded to black.
Backstage in a Melbourne, Australia Arena..
"Man, I'm so glad we're off for the next five days," Commented Jeff Hardy holding a sore rib.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get back home and take a long nap." Matt agreed wiping some blood off his temple.
"This Australia tour really was tough," Said Edge flexing a sore wrist.
Shawn Michaels appeared in the doorway, "OK men its time to go."
Everyone filed out to the parking lot where the bus was waiting to take them to the airport. A scant twenty minutes later, they had boarded the private charter and were on their way back home to America. Many hours later high above the Atlantic Ocean they flew their course. Each one of the wrestlers was looking forward to the vacation that was granted them. Most of the superstars had fallen asleep when the plane entered a violent storm. They were also flying unbeknownst into the ill-famed Bermuda Triangle.
"Damn," Commented Farooq at a purplish bolt of lightning, "That was close."
Bradshaw nodded his head in agreement, "Too close."
Then they promptly opened some more beer.
The passengers felt great turbulence as the plane soared through the troubled skies.
"Ooo," Christian moaned grabbing an airsick bag, "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Ewww, that is so not cool bro," Edge commented with disgust.
"Totally not cool," Rob Van Dam added as another bolt struck close to the plane.
"Damn," Commented Farooq again.
The next few moments were unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. The lightning intensified and almost seemed to change in color.
"I never saw pink lightning before, did you?" Asked Stephanie to her brother Shane.
At that moment, everyone who was still oddly asleep was awoken with a start. One of the strange pink bolts actually hit the plane and for a moment the entire apparatus glowed an eerie pinkish light. The next instant everything was dark and silent for a moment. After what seemed like an eternity the lights flickered back on inside the compartment. Christian was the first noticed that something major was amiss.
"Edge?" Christian called out when he saw the vacant seat beside him.
"Oh my gosh," Stephanie gasped, "Where is my brother? Where is Kurt?"
"And Jericho?" Commented Stacey who secretly had a crush on him.
"Matt? Jeff?" Called Lita desperately. "Shannon?"
"Michael's is gone too!" Remarked Triple H.
"And Hurricane," Added Super-Hero-In-Training Rosie.
"O'Haire's missing," Said Randy Orton.
"And the APA." Finished Spike Dudley.
"Damn!" Responded everyone in a Farooq-like manner.
So when the head count was completed; twelve wrestlers had disappeared completely. They'd disappeared to someplace no one ever would have expected.