NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim, nittanychick11,
and stitches1fangirl. I do not take full credit under any circumstances
for this work.
SPECIAL NOTE * mistergrim (my loving and adoring real life husband) couldn't help but get in on the writing action this chapter, so special credit goes to him.
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..****************************8
"But we just helped you," Matt protested loudly.
"Fine, Jo! Emmaline! Take them all down except, for this whiny one," Mad Kate modified her order, causing Black Spot Roxy to snicker. "We need to teach this one some respect."
Wendy stepped forward and grabbed Matt roughly, "What do you want me to do with 'im cap'n?"
"Hmmm," Kate's eyes held a strange gleam at that moment. "What is cook making for supper?"
"Beef and potato stew, I think," Answered another pirate dressed in tan and yellow.
"Fine, he can help her peel them," Kate commanded then addressed Matt, "Will that be a problem, Mr- ?"
"It's Matt," He filled in the blank for her and answered, "And it is no problem to me."
"Good Matt," Kate smirked and whirled back to regain control of her ship.
Poor Matt had no clue as to how many potatoes he would be required to peel. Even though he was quite skilled in the kitchen, his hands were severely aching and bleeding from the sharp knife the women gave him.
He didn't protest this time when he was told to return to his cell. He went willingly and quietly, not wishing to do anything more today. But still, he found the pirate cap'n quite attractive, regardless of her outwardly icy personality.
He chuckled to himself as he thought of how much he'd like to try and melt that heart of hers with his southern charm. So now there were three thoroughly depressed men, residing in the brig of the Roaring Lioness. Edge had been smitten by the quiet and shy Maxine Coldheart. Jericho was feeling very confused in regards to Molly Ravenlust. Matt was wishing for the seemingly impossible goal of gaining Mad Kate's affections.
Little did they know before this cruise would be over, several more of the wrestlers would find themselves in love. Who was next to fall? Only time would tell.
"Man, the silence in here is so thick its suffocating," Remarked Sean O' Haire.
"What happened topside?" Asked Kurt of the other group.
"It was intense," Remarked Bradshaw. "Damn intense," Added Farooq.
"They raided this other ship clean," Filled in Shane MacMahon. "Man, that Crazy Jo sure could wield a weapon too."
"They had us firing cannons," Edge informed the others, then coughed a little.
"Sounds exciting," Remarked the Hurricane. "Too bad the rest of us were sitting in here like a bunch of beeyoches!
"You're just jealous!" countered Matt as he rubbed his sore hands.
Maxine and Roxy brought them some of the supper Matt had helped to prepare.
"Ugh," Matt groaned at the sight of the potatoes.
"Not hungry laddie?" Observed Roxy.
"Not really," Admitted Matt.
"Well then, I'll just give your portion to someone else...ah yes, that one," Roxy pointed at Shawn Michaels. "He looks like he'd appreciate an extra ration."
"Whoo-hoo!" Shawn cheered.
"Whatever," Matt responded dryly not really caring much.
"Hey man," Shawn said seriously, "You really shouldn't skip the meal, buddy."
"Trust me Shawn, I ain't hungry," Matt responded, "go ahead and take it. I'll content myself with the ration of wine."
"Hey! Why does he get the extra ration," Whined Kurt.
"Because I felt like it," Roxy glared, "I suppose I ought to be giving him yours as well then?"
"Hey! I'm Kurt Freakin' Angle! And NOBODY GETS MY PORTION OF WINE!! Kurt snapped. "Wooo!"
"Oh, really?" asked Roxy.
Then with lightning speed, the young woman grabbed the whip off of her belt and snapped it thrice. The first hit slammed into Kurt's head, causing a large gash on his forehead, which began to bleed. The second crack grazed his cheek, also cutting it. The final snap of the whip wrapped around Angle's legs. Roxy jerked the whip hard, causing the former WWE champion to fall on his back.
"Now what were you saying?" hissed the Pirate woman.
"N-n-nothing." Sniffed Kurt, trying unsuccessfully to hide his tears.
"Good. I'm glad we have an understanding then," Remarked Roxy, reattaching her whip, and giving Shawn the food.
"Are you not well?" Observed Maxine as Edge broke into a coughing fit.
"Dude, you're like sweating bullets," Commented Jeff Hardy.
"Maybe we'd better take him to the infirmary?" Suggested Roxy.
"Yes, I do believe we should," Maxine agreed.
"Want some help with him, Citizen Maxine?" Offered Hurricane good- naturedly.
Roxy and Maxine regarded one another for a moment then decided to let him help.
"All right," Roxy finally agreed but added a quick warning. "You better not be thinking of escaping though or I'll have your green head on a stake."
"Head on a stake? What's up wit dat?" The Hurricane said. "I'm a super hero. You can trust me."
O' Haire and Jericho rolled their eyes simultaneously.
Roxy eyed him curiously. "Whatever. I think I'd rather have that one help us instead," She replied and gestured at Shawn.
"Sure," Shawn said as he looked up from his dinner. As he left the confines of the cell, Shawn gave an apologetic shrug of his shoulders.
The Hurricane smiled and nodded.
SPECIAL NOTE * mistergrim (my loving and adoring real life husband) couldn't help but get in on the writing action this chapter, so special credit goes to him.
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..****************************8
"But we just helped you," Matt protested loudly.
"Fine, Jo! Emmaline! Take them all down except, for this whiny one," Mad Kate modified her order, causing Black Spot Roxy to snicker. "We need to teach this one some respect."
Wendy stepped forward and grabbed Matt roughly, "What do you want me to do with 'im cap'n?"
"Hmmm," Kate's eyes held a strange gleam at that moment. "What is cook making for supper?"
"Beef and potato stew, I think," Answered another pirate dressed in tan and yellow.
"Fine, he can help her peel them," Kate commanded then addressed Matt, "Will that be a problem, Mr- ?"
"It's Matt," He filled in the blank for her and answered, "And it is no problem to me."
"Good Matt," Kate smirked and whirled back to regain control of her ship.
Poor Matt had no clue as to how many potatoes he would be required to peel. Even though he was quite skilled in the kitchen, his hands were severely aching and bleeding from the sharp knife the women gave him.
He didn't protest this time when he was told to return to his cell. He went willingly and quietly, not wishing to do anything more today. But still, he found the pirate cap'n quite attractive, regardless of her outwardly icy personality.
He chuckled to himself as he thought of how much he'd like to try and melt that heart of hers with his southern charm. So now there were three thoroughly depressed men, residing in the brig of the Roaring Lioness. Edge had been smitten by the quiet and shy Maxine Coldheart. Jericho was feeling very confused in regards to Molly Ravenlust. Matt was wishing for the seemingly impossible goal of gaining Mad Kate's affections.
Little did they know before this cruise would be over, several more of the wrestlers would find themselves in love. Who was next to fall? Only time would tell.
"Man, the silence in here is so thick its suffocating," Remarked Sean O' Haire.
"What happened topside?" Asked Kurt of the other group.
"It was intense," Remarked Bradshaw. "Damn intense," Added Farooq.
"They raided this other ship clean," Filled in Shane MacMahon. "Man, that Crazy Jo sure could wield a weapon too."
"They had us firing cannons," Edge informed the others, then coughed a little.
"Sounds exciting," Remarked the Hurricane. "Too bad the rest of us were sitting in here like a bunch of beeyoches!
"You're just jealous!" countered Matt as he rubbed his sore hands.
Maxine and Roxy brought them some of the supper Matt had helped to prepare.
"Ugh," Matt groaned at the sight of the potatoes.
"Not hungry laddie?" Observed Roxy.
"Not really," Admitted Matt.
"Well then, I'll just give your portion to someone else...ah yes, that one," Roxy pointed at Shawn Michaels. "He looks like he'd appreciate an extra ration."
"Whoo-hoo!" Shawn cheered.
"Whatever," Matt responded dryly not really caring much.
"Hey man," Shawn said seriously, "You really shouldn't skip the meal, buddy."
"Trust me Shawn, I ain't hungry," Matt responded, "go ahead and take it. I'll content myself with the ration of wine."
"Hey! Why does he get the extra ration," Whined Kurt.
"Because I felt like it," Roxy glared, "I suppose I ought to be giving him yours as well then?"
"Hey! I'm Kurt Freakin' Angle! And NOBODY GETS MY PORTION OF WINE!! Kurt snapped. "Wooo!"
"Oh, really?" asked Roxy.
Then with lightning speed, the young woman grabbed the whip off of her belt and snapped it thrice. The first hit slammed into Kurt's head, causing a large gash on his forehead, which began to bleed. The second crack grazed his cheek, also cutting it. The final snap of the whip wrapped around Angle's legs. Roxy jerked the whip hard, causing the former WWE champion to fall on his back.
"Now what were you saying?" hissed the Pirate woman.
"N-n-nothing." Sniffed Kurt, trying unsuccessfully to hide his tears.
"Good. I'm glad we have an understanding then," Remarked Roxy, reattaching her whip, and giving Shawn the food.
"Are you not well?" Observed Maxine as Edge broke into a coughing fit.
"Dude, you're like sweating bullets," Commented Jeff Hardy.
"Maybe we'd better take him to the infirmary?" Suggested Roxy.
"Yes, I do believe we should," Maxine agreed.
"Want some help with him, Citizen Maxine?" Offered Hurricane good- naturedly.
Roxy and Maxine regarded one another for a moment then decided to let him help.
"All right," Roxy finally agreed but added a quick warning. "You better not be thinking of escaping though or I'll have your green head on a stake."
"Head on a stake? What's up wit dat?" The Hurricane said. "I'm a super hero. You can trust me."
O' Haire and Jericho rolled their eyes simultaneously.
Roxy eyed him curiously. "Whatever. I think I'd rather have that one help us instead," She replied and gestured at Shawn.
"Sure," Shawn said as he looked up from his dinner. As he left the confines of the cell, Shawn gave an apologetic shrug of his shoulders.
The Hurricane smiled and nodded.