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..***********
Much Thanks to All Who Reviewed My 1st chapter.hope we can keep you entertained with the ones to follow...From Sistergrim *************
The missing twelve felt themselves falling downward for a long time in the pitch black darkness. A series of colored lights suddenly surrounded them for a few moments but the wrestlers were still falling. Finally the lights gave way to new brighter surroundings. They could see the ocean waters rippling far below them as they fell from a cloudless sky. The sky was no longer dark but was bright and sunny. Finally the wrestlers slipped into the icy cold surface of the azure waters.
"Where are we?" Jeff called out in bewilderment.
"What happened?" Put in Edge.
"This is not happening," Remarked Shannon Moore.
"Hey look there's in island over there," Shane MacMahon observed and started swimming for it.
"Everyone head for the island," Affirmed Shane 'Hurricane' Helms.
They all swam as quickly as they could towards the small island. As they near the shore, many hearts sank as the group came to the conclusion it was deserted and no signs of civilization were prevalent. They pulled themselves tiredly from the ocean onto the sandy stretch of beach.
"What do we do now?" Remarked Bradshaw to no one in particular.
"I don't know," Replied Shane MacMahon, "Twelve of us made it here, I wonder what happened to the rest."
"Something tells me were not in Kansas anymore," Sean O' Haire stated, "And I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know."
"Well, I'm going to go scout this place out," Farooq said and turned to Bradshaw, "Come on man."
"Do you think the others are dead?" Kurt whispered with fear in his voice, "I mean poor Stephanie."
"Junior, that filthy-stinking-bottom-feeding-smelly-trash-bag ho is like the plague," Jericho answered as everyone else started yawning, "It'd be pretty hard to take her out."
"Easy man, that's my sister you're talking about," Shane's tone grew angry.
"Poor Stephanie," Kurt lamented and started to cry like a little schoolgirl.
"Would you please SHUT THE HE** UP?" Jericho rolled his eyes at Kurt impatiently.
A short while later, Bradshaw and Farooq returned with jugs in their hands.
"We're saved!" They cried in unison.
"You saw someone to help us?" Hurricane questioned.
"No, its better than that," Farooq started and Bradshaw interrrupted him.
"We found this door that led to this hole in the ground," Bradshaw held up the container, "Inside we found dozens of jugs of rum."
"Oh for the love of something," Edge shook his head.
"Let's build a signal fire or something," Suggested Shannon Moore.
"There you go, that's showing an excellent example of Mattitude," The sensei praised his student.
"Look, let's make a deal," Shawn Michaels was annoyed with the catch phrases already, "No more catch phrases please or were going to kill each other by nightfall."
"Agreed," Most of the others responded in unison except for Kurt who was still bawling over Stephanie.
There weren't many trees on the sandy little island but miraculously they were able to scrape up enough brush to start a fire.
"Oh, I can light it," Exclaimed Kurt rubbing some sticks together, "I learned how to do this in boy scouts."
"Here add some rum," Suggested Sean O' Haire prying a bottle from Bradshaw's hands.
"No not the rum!" He exclaimed unhappily as it was dumped onto the driftwood.
Soon true to his word, Kurt had a signal fire going strong. The flames reached high and the smoke curled above it for at least 30 feet into the sky. They would not be waiting long as the smoke attracted the attention of a nearby ship. The crew was eagerly heading to see what was going on at the small island in the distance.
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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..***********
Much Thanks to All Who Reviewed My 1st chapter.hope we can keep you entertained with the ones to follow...From Sistergrim *************
The missing twelve felt themselves falling downward for a long time in the pitch black darkness. A series of colored lights suddenly surrounded them for a few moments but the wrestlers were still falling. Finally the lights gave way to new brighter surroundings. They could see the ocean waters rippling far below them as they fell from a cloudless sky. The sky was no longer dark but was bright and sunny. Finally the wrestlers slipped into the icy cold surface of the azure waters.
"Where are we?" Jeff called out in bewilderment.
"What happened?" Put in Edge.
"This is not happening," Remarked Shannon Moore.
"Hey look there's in island over there," Shane MacMahon observed and started swimming for it.
"Everyone head for the island," Affirmed Shane 'Hurricane' Helms.
They all swam as quickly as they could towards the small island. As they near the shore, many hearts sank as the group came to the conclusion it was deserted and no signs of civilization were prevalent. They pulled themselves tiredly from the ocean onto the sandy stretch of beach.
"What do we do now?" Remarked Bradshaw to no one in particular.
"I don't know," Replied Shane MacMahon, "Twelve of us made it here, I wonder what happened to the rest."
"Something tells me were not in Kansas anymore," Sean O' Haire stated, "And I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know."
"Well, I'm going to go scout this place out," Farooq said and turned to Bradshaw, "Come on man."
"Do you think the others are dead?" Kurt whispered with fear in his voice, "I mean poor Stephanie."
"Junior, that filthy-stinking-bottom-feeding-smelly-trash-bag ho is like the plague," Jericho answered as everyone else started yawning, "It'd be pretty hard to take her out."
"Easy man, that's my sister you're talking about," Shane's tone grew angry.
"Poor Stephanie," Kurt lamented and started to cry like a little schoolgirl.
"Would you please SHUT THE HE** UP?" Jericho rolled his eyes at Kurt impatiently.
A short while later, Bradshaw and Farooq returned with jugs in their hands.
"We're saved!" They cried in unison.
"You saw someone to help us?" Hurricane questioned.
"No, its better than that," Farooq started and Bradshaw interrrupted him.
"We found this door that led to this hole in the ground," Bradshaw held up the container, "Inside we found dozens of jugs of rum."
"Oh for the love of something," Edge shook his head.
"Let's build a signal fire or something," Suggested Shannon Moore.
"There you go, that's showing an excellent example of Mattitude," The sensei praised his student.
"Look, let's make a deal," Shawn Michaels was annoyed with the catch phrases already, "No more catch phrases please or were going to kill each other by nightfall."
"Agreed," Most of the others responded in unison except for Kurt who was still bawling over Stephanie.
There weren't many trees on the sandy little island but miraculously they were able to scrape up enough brush to start a fire.
"Oh, I can light it," Exclaimed Kurt rubbing some sticks together, "I learned how to do this in boy scouts."
"Here add some rum," Suggested Sean O' Haire prying a bottle from Bradshaw's hands.
"No not the rum!" He exclaimed unhappily as it was dumped onto the driftwood.
Soon true to his word, Kurt had a signal fire going strong. The flames reached high and the smoke curled above it for at least 30 feet into the sky. They would not be waiting long as the smoke attracted the attention of a nearby ship. The crew was eagerly heading to see what was going on at the small island in the distance.
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