NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim, nittanychick11,
and stitches1fangirl. 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 next morning....
Molly Ravenlust came down to see the prisoners escorted by Emmaline, Roxy, and Maxine.
"OK, men it's time to work," She called out. "You there," She pointed at Shawn, "You're to assist Dr. Colleen today with your comrade."
Jericho's heart skipped a beat when her gaze stopped on him. He'd realized that she probably had him beaten for appearance's sake. He had to believe she felt something too. His hope diminished when she flashed him an odd smile then addressed Sean O' Haire, "You there, you will assist me with a few things."
"Yes ma'am," Sean smirked stupidly.
They let Sean and Shawn out of the cell. Maxine led Shawn away promptly while O' Haire was clad in irons. Molly grabbed his arm and steered him away ignoring the look of bewilderment that crossed Jericho's face.
"The rest of you will go up on deck and be given tasks," Jo ordered them her hand on her cutlass in warning. "Move quickly now!"
Jericho watched as Molly's retreating form. "I can't believe I was just another notch to her," He commented not realizing he'd spoken out loud.
"What are you talking about Chris?" Hurricane overheard his remark.
"Yeah, what's going on?" Kurt chimed in.
"Nothing you two would understand," Chris shot back bitterly.
"Hey you there," Called a voice from above. "Climb up here and give me a hand."
The wrestlers turned their eyes skyward and saw the pirate known as Twirlin' Kyrie staring down at them from the crow's nest. Staring at Shannon in particular.
"Who me?" He called back.
"Aye, get up here now ye scalawag!" She ordered.
Twirlin' Kyrie was in the midst of scrubbing the floor of the small space. She figured why not get one of them to help her. She'd noticed the small blonde haired lad earlier and was intrigued by his mannerisms. The floor just provided her with a good excuse to get a closer look at him. Been agile as he was Shannon was able to climb up with a minimum of difficulty.
"You three, come!" Jo led them to the aft deck where some buckets and brushes were laid out. "Scrub this deck, I want it spotless by the time I come back!"
"Yes ma'am," Replied Kurt picking up a brush.
The other wrestlers followed suit; surprisingly the pirates didn't leave a guard with them. This was probably because they were still many miles from the sight of any land. The wrestlers had nowhere to go but into the deep blue sea. Jericho was grateful for the fresh air and mindless effort the task required. He was reflecting deeply on what Shawn had suggested last night. The plan was simple in theory but Jericho feared it would be much more difficult to execute. Shawn thought that maybe they could get some of the women on their side. Then they could stage an escape with the aid of those women when the ship reached land. From what he gathered, Maxine was already on their side and Roxy would be soon to follow. Who knows how many more of them were seeking ends to their loneliness? Sadly, Jericho realized that Molly probably wasn't one of those who would be easy to sway.
Meanwhile in Molly's chamber, Wendy had been waiting for Molly to enter with her latest 'victim.'
"Chain him!" Molly ordered with a cruel smile.
Wendy laughed softly and did as she had been bidden. Soon, poor Sean found himself chained fast to the four posts of the bed flat on his back. But being the demented person he was; he didn't really care and found the situation a bit amusing.
'So this is what happened to Chris?' Sean thought.
"Anything else Molly?" Wendy asked her checking the chains one last time.
"That will be all Wendy," Molly smiled. "Help yourself to those two you mentioned to me earlier. You deserve it."
"Thanks!" Wendy beamed grabbing some manacles on her way out the door.
"Would you like to know why they call me Molly Ravenlust?" She said with a wicked smile as she drew her dagger.
Meanwhile up in the crow's nest....
"Wow you can see really far from up here!" Shannon couldn't help remarking then unwisely looked down. "Whoa! We're really high up!"
"I find it best not to look down," Kyrie remarked.
"Point taken," He agreed. "So I'm Shannon Moore. What's your name?"
"Twirlin' Kyrie Ann," She answered. "What's it like? In the future, I mean."
"Well, we have something called electricity," Shannon tried to think of what might interest her. "We use it instead of candles to see at night but there's a lot of other things we do with it too. And we have automobiles to take us places instead of horses when you're on land."
"Automobiles?" Kyrie repeated the unfamiliar word. "Do you still have ships?"
"Yes, but not usually like this," Shannon answered. "Our ships have engines that make them move not sails. Though some people like to sail in sail boats for fun."
"Sounds exciting," Kyrie commented. "Were you on a ship when this began?"
"No, actually we were on an airplane," Shannon admitted. "They take us through the sky, like a powerful bird."
"You actually fly in the future?" Kyrie gushed in disbelief.
"Yeah, some of us do it all the time," Shannon told her. "The guys that are with me, for example."
"I would imagine that would make it easier to get to battles then," Kyrie remembered what Jericho had told the captain earlier.
"Battles?" Shannon looked confused. "Well, I guess you could call it that."
"Are you not warriors?" Kyrie asked. "Did your King not tell us the truth?"
"King?" Shannon remarked. "Is that what he told you? He said that we were warriors?"
"Yes, he did indeed," Kyrie grew angry. "Kate ought to remove his lying tongue."
For a brief moment, Shannon allowed himself to think of a tongue-less Chris Jericho and couldn't help but smile at the thought. His conscience ruled out though and he struggled to cover for his coworker.
"Well, yes we are warriors. We just don't call them battles," Shannon tried to explain. "They're called matches, wrestling matches. We fight without guns and knives; we just use our bodies. You know kind of like the Greek Olympians. And we never kill anyone."
"But how do you win any wars?" Kyrie didn't understand. "If you do not kill to make an example."
"They aren't matches for wars; we do it for sport. We travel all over the world. People pay money to watch us fight," Shannon continued.
"Ah... I see, sort of like gladiators?" Kyrie suggested.
"Yeah, kind of like that," Shannon affirmed.
Nightfall approached and the prisoners were returned to their cells except for Shawn who was still helping with Edge. They'd survived their day's work on the deck of the Roaring Lioness relatively unharmed and unscathed. Well, except for maybe Sean O' Haire who looked a little worse for the wear when he returned from Molly's chamber. And despite the fact that Kurt nearly had his head taken off for his annoying rendition of 'Whistle While You Work.' All in all, they'd made it through the long day and were anxious to get their nightly ration of food.
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 next morning....
Molly Ravenlust came down to see the prisoners escorted by Emmaline, Roxy, and Maxine.
"OK, men it's time to work," She called out. "You there," She pointed at Shawn, "You're to assist Dr. Colleen today with your comrade."
Jericho's heart skipped a beat when her gaze stopped on him. He'd realized that she probably had him beaten for appearance's sake. He had to believe she felt something too. His hope diminished when she flashed him an odd smile then addressed Sean O' Haire, "You there, you will assist me with a few things."
"Yes ma'am," Sean smirked stupidly.
They let Sean and Shawn out of the cell. Maxine led Shawn away promptly while O' Haire was clad in irons. Molly grabbed his arm and steered him away ignoring the look of bewilderment that crossed Jericho's face.
"The rest of you will go up on deck and be given tasks," Jo ordered them her hand on her cutlass in warning. "Move quickly now!"
Jericho watched as Molly's retreating form. "I can't believe I was just another notch to her," He commented not realizing he'd spoken out loud.
"What are you talking about Chris?" Hurricane overheard his remark.
"Yeah, what's going on?" Kurt chimed in.
"Nothing you two would understand," Chris shot back bitterly.
"Hey you there," Called a voice from above. "Climb up here and give me a hand."
The wrestlers turned their eyes skyward and saw the pirate known as Twirlin' Kyrie staring down at them from the crow's nest. Staring at Shannon in particular.
"Who me?" He called back.
"Aye, get up here now ye scalawag!" She ordered.
Twirlin' Kyrie was in the midst of scrubbing the floor of the small space. She figured why not get one of them to help her. She'd noticed the small blonde haired lad earlier and was intrigued by his mannerisms. The floor just provided her with a good excuse to get a closer look at him. Been agile as he was Shannon was able to climb up with a minimum of difficulty.
"You three, come!" Jo led them to the aft deck where some buckets and brushes were laid out. "Scrub this deck, I want it spotless by the time I come back!"
"Yes ma'am," Replied Kurt picking up a brush.
The other wrestlers followed suit; surprisingly the pirates didn't leave a guard with them. This was probably because they were still many miles from the sight of any land. The wrestlers had nowhere to go but into the deep blue sea. Jericho was grateful for the fresh air and mindless effort the task required. He was reflecting deeply on what Shawn had suggested last night. The plan was simple in theory but Jericho feared it would be much more difficult to execute. Shawn thought that maybe they could get some of the women on their side. Then they could stage an escape with the aid of those women when the ship reached land. From what he gathered, Maxine was already on their side and Roxy would be soon to follow. Who knows how many more of them were seeking ends to their loneliness? Sadly, Jericho realized that Molly probably wasn't one of those who would be easy to sway.
Meanwhile in Molly's chamber, Wendy had been waiting for Molly to enter with her latest 'victim.'
"Chain him!" Molly ordered with a cruel smile.
Wendy laughed softly and did as she had been bidden. Soon, poor Sean found himself chained fast to the four posts of the bed flat on his back. But being the demented person he was; he didn't really care and found the situation a bit amusing.
'So this is what happened to Chris?' Sean thought.
"Anything else Molly?" Wendy asked her checking the chains one last time.
"That will be all Wendy," Molly smiled. "Help yourself to those two you mentioned to me earlier. You deserve it."
"Thanks!" Wendy beamed grabbing some manacles on her way out the door.
"Would you like to know why they call me Molly Ravenlust?" She said with a wicked smile as she drew her dagger.
Meanwhile up in the crow's nest....
"Wow you can see really far from up here!" Shannon couldn't help remarking then unwisely looked down. "Whoa! We're really high up!"
"I find it best not to look down," Kyrie remarked.
"Point taken," He agreed. "So I'm Shannon Moore. What's your name?"
"Twirlin' Kyrie Ann," She answered. "What's it like? In the future, I mean."
"Well, we have something called electricity," Shannon tried to think of what might interest her. "We use it instead of candles to see at night but there's a lot of other things we do with it too. And we have automobiles to take us places instead of horses when you're on land."
"Automobiles?" Kyrie repeated the unfamiliar word. "Do you still have ships?"
"Yes, but not usually like this," Shannon answered. "Our ships have engines that make them move not sails. Though some people like to sail in sail boats for fun."
"Sounds exciting," Kyrie commented. "Were you on a ship when this began?"
"No, actually we were on an airplane," Shannon admitted. "They take us through the sky, like a powerful bird."
"You actually fly in the future?" Kyrie gushed in disbelief.
"Yeah, some of us do it all the time," Shannon told her. "The guys that are with me, for example."
"I would imagine that would make it easier to get to battles then," Kyrie remembered what Jericho had told the captain earlier.
"Battles?" Shannon looked confused. "Well, I guess you could call it that."
"Are you not warriors?" Kyrie asked. "Did your King not tell us the truth?"
"King?" Shannon remarked. "Is that what he told you? He said that we were warriors?"
"Yes, he did indeed," Kyrie grew angry. "Kate ought to remove his lying tongue."
For a brief moment, Shannon allowed himself to think of a tongue-less Chris Jericho and couldn't help but smile at the thought. His conscience ruled out though and he struggled to cover for his coworker.
"Well, yes we are warriors. We just don't call them battles," Shannon tried to explain. "They're called matches, wrestling matches. We fight without guns and knives; we just use our bodies. You know kind of like the Greek Olympians. And we never kill anyone."
"But how do you win any wars?" Kyrie didn't understand. "If you do not kill to make an example."
"They aren't matches for wars; we do it for sport. We travel all over the world. People pay money to watch us fight," Shannon continued.
"Ah... I see, sort of like gladiators?" Kyrie suggested.
"Yeah, kind of like that," Shannon affirmed.
Nightfall approached and the prisoners were returned to their cells except for Shawn who was still helping with Edge. They'd survived their day's work on the deck of the Roaring Lioness relatively unharmed and unscathed. Well, except for maybe Sean O' Haire who looked a little worse for the wear when he returned from Molly's chamber. And despite the fact that Kurt nearly had his head taken off for his annoying rendition of 'Whistle While You Work.' All in all, they'd made it through the long day and were anxious to get their nightly ration of food.