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..***********
NOTE*** There may be a temporary delay in updates for a few days, so we're giving you a bonus chapter today, as always enjoy!!! *********
About an hour later, Jericho was returned to his cell. His hair was disheveled, his lower lip bloody, and his eyes had a haunted look about them. He was feeling very confused about the last thirty minutes. He'd thought Molly enjoyed what he'd done with her but as soon as they were through, she'd ordered him to get dressed. Then she called for Wendy to tie him up again and she'd beaten him mercifully with a horsewhip. She'd given him no explanation when he'd asked why either, just that evil grin as she cut another notch in that post.
"What happened man?" Asked O' Haire curiously, "You look terrible."
"Don't want to talk about it," Jericho spat back rubbing his sore
wrists.
"But the captain spoke with you right?" Probed Shane MacMahon. "What did she say?"
"She believes our story, I think they're planning to make money off of us somehow using that information," Jericho told him, "Look Shane, can we talk more about this later. I just need some space, OK?"
"They beat you pretty bad, didn't they?" Said Kurt patting his shoulder sympathetically.
"You could say that," Jericho grimaced in pain at his touch.
"Hey what's that?" O' Haire had noticed the bite mark on his neck.
"Leave me alone Sean," Jericho warned him.
"Uh huh, they 'tortured' you all right," He snickered not realizing that Chris's upper body was covered in bruises.
"Which one was it Chris? Was it that cute little blonde Crazy Jo or maybe it was that hot one with the eye patch? You're such a lucky devil."
"Shut up Sean!" Jericho turned and cold cocked him.
"Man, I'm sorry," Sean sat up and rubbed his jaw, "That bad huh?"
"Yeah, now let's drop it, OK?" Chris looked at him intently.
"Man, this stuff itches," Matt Hardy lamented bitterly from his cell changing the subject.
"Yeah, I think I'm chafing," agreed Edge.
"Wonder if they planning on keeping us down here for the whole voyage," Shannon remarked.
Almost as if in an answer to his question, some more pirates returned to the cell area.
"Cap'n says as long as you're sailing with us, you're going to have to put in yer share of the work 'round here," Said Roxy stopping to leer at Shawn Michaels with an evil grin of bad intentions.
"Roxy, Molly said to start with the other group first," Emmaline grabbed her elbow and steered her towards the other cell.
"Yeah, yeah I know," Roxy giggled then continued in a mocking voice, "The king'd be needing his rest."
Jericho turned red in embarrassment as O' Haire arched an eyebrow suspiciously at him. So the APA, MacMahon, Edge and the Hardyz were led from their cell outside to help with the work. The pirates figured that since they were warriors it would be too dangerous to have them all on deck at once. Once outside, they were given mops and told to swab the deck. Edge noticed the pretty pirate in green was working nearby, cleaning some fish.
"Man, she's pretty," Edge remarked to Jeff Hardy.
"Yeah, but we'd better keep our mind on our work," Jeff told him, "Did you see Jericho? There's no telling what these women might do next."
"You there," shouted Emmaline gruffly, "No talking, mind your work ya mangy dog!"
"Yes ma'am," Jeff glared at Edge. ***************************************************************
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..***********
NOTE*** There may be a temporary delay in updates for a few days, so we're giving you a bonus chapter today, as always enjoy!!! *********
About an hour later, Jericho was returned to his cell. His hair was disheveled, his lower lip bloody, and his eyes had a haunted look about them. He was feeling very confused about the last thirty minutes. He'd thought Molly enjoyed what he'd done with her but as soon as they were through, she'd ordered him to get dressed. Then she called for Wendy to tie him up again and she'd beaten him mercifully with a horsewhip. She'd given him no explanation when he'd asked why either, just that evil grin as she cut another notch in that post.
"What happened man?" Asked O' Haire curiously, "You look terrible."
"Don't want to talk about it," Jericho spat back rubbing his sore
wrists.
"But the captain spoke with you right?" Probed Shane MacMahon. "What did she say?"
"She believes our story, I think they're planning to make money off of us somehow using that information," Jericho told him, "Look Shane, can we talk more about this later. I just need some space, OK?"
"They beat you pretty bad, didn't they?" Said Kurt patting his shoulder sympathetically.
"You could say that," Jericho grimaced in pain at his touch.
"Hey what's that?" O' Haire had noticed the bite mark on his neck.
"Leave me alone Sean," Jericho warned him.
"Uh huh, they 'tortured' you all right," He snickered not realizing that Chris's upper body was covered in bruises.
"Which one was it Chris? Was it that cute little blonde Crazy Jo or maybe it was that hot one with the eye patch? You're such a lucky devil."
"Shut up Sean!" Jericho turned and cold cocked him.
"Man, I'm sorry," Sean sat up and rubbed his jaw, "That bad huh?"
"Yeah, now let's drop it, OK?" Chris looked at him intently.
"Man, this stuff itches," Matt Hardy lamented bitterly from his cell changing the subject.
"Yeah, I think I'm chafing," agreed Edge.
"Wonder if they planning on keeping us down here for the whole voyage," Shannon remarked.
Almost as if in an answer to his question, some more pirates returned to the cell area.
"Cap'n says as long as you're sailing with us, you're going to have to put in yer share of the work 'round here," Said Roxy stopping to leer at Shawn Michaels with an evil grin of bad intentions.
"Roxy, Molly said to start with the other group first," Emmaline grabbed her elbow and steered her towards the other cell.
"Yeah, yeah I know," Roxy giggled then continued in a mocking voice, "The king'd be needing his rest."
Jericho turned red in embarrassment as O' Haire arched an eyebrow suspiciously at him. So the APA, MacMahon, Edge and the Hardyz were led from their cell outside to help with the work. The pirates figured that since they were warriors it would be too dangerous to have them all on deck at once. Once outside, they were given mops and told to swab the deck. Edge noticed the pretty pirate in green was working nearby, cleaning some fish.
"Man, she's pretty," Edge remarked to Jeff Hardy.
"Yeah, but we'd better keep our mind on our work," Jeff told him, "Did you see Jericho? There's no telling what these women might do next."
"You there," shouted Emmaline gruffly, "No talking, mind your work ya mangy dog!"
"Yes ma'am," Jeff glared at Edge. ***************************************************************