The big day was finally here. It was the afternoon of No Mercy and everyone was gathered around the ring as the ring crew scrambled around setting everything up. Shane and I told pretty much everyone about our relationship and we were sitting together talking over the nights events. Rico joined us and we talked over what was going to happen during his match with Shane.
After a few hours, everyone was backstage getting set up as the fans were let into the arena. Shane and I had to stay away from each other since a few fans had backstage passes.
Heat went on air at 7. At 8 it ended and No Mercy was underway. Two matches took place, then it was my turn.
I had a fatal 4 way for the women's title against Victoria, Trish and Lita. I was eliminated first because Hurricane came out and distracted me, allowing for Trish to roll me up. I chased him backstage. Victoria went on to win the match.
Two more matches passed and it was Hurricane vs. Rico. The match went back and forth, then when Hurricane had Rico knocked out and was Hurri-posing, I ran to the ring with a cloth in my hand. I jumped on Hurricane's back and knocked him out with the ether soaked cloth.
Grinning over the unconscious Hurricane, I kicked at him until he rolled from the ring. He won by disqualification but the place went crazy as I did my best to drag him up the ramp. Once I got him backstage, we immediately headed for my locker room and began to set up for our little segment.
One more match went on, and it was our time.
The titan-tron comes on and shows Hurricane with his eyes still closed. His eyes flicker and he looks up and seems startled. He goes to rub his head but realizes he is strapped by his wrists and ankles to a table.
"Fyre," he groans "what the hell do you want with me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I purr as I rub my hand along the table and walk to beside him. I lick my lips and grab the top of his shirt, ripping it part way open.
"Let me go."
"No." I reply with a grin. "Superhero or no superhero, you're still a man. I've got you exactly where I want you." I lean over and kiss him, darting my tongue around in his mouth. He seems reluctant at first then gives in and returns the favour. My hands rip his shirt the rest of the way open. I stand up suddenly and look at him with my fingers over his lips.
"There's just one thing I have to do." I look at the camera man and walk away from the table that Hurricane is strapped on and toward the camera man. I shove him backward and slam the door. My laugh is heard from inside.
"Well, that's that." I grin. "But I still have you where I want you."
"I've never been this turned on..."
"I can see that." I say as my eyes wander. I walk over to him slowly and stop, resting my hands on his chest. I rub my hands along his chest a little. "Superheros always escape from supervillains on their own, my dear Hurricane. However, I get the feeling you don't exactly want to escape." Hurricane writhes in his restraints and gives up with a sigh. I grin. "You won't escape, but even though you may want what I have, you will definitely want off this table."
Hurricane looks at me and shakes his head. "When I get out of here you'll be sorry, Fyre."
