Lights Out, Rekindled Flames
This is my response to my own challenge on the Power Outage
in the Northeast. Enjoy.
TITLE: Lights Out, Rekindled Flames Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, FYouWWF@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com
RATING: PG - 13 for now.
CONTENT: VIOLENCE (Not too much {at least not to what I usually write},
but it IS wrestling so there will be some), ADULT LANGUAGE.
CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA
SPOILERS: Everything current up till SummerSlam with the exception of the
fictional houseshow (yes I know the WWF wasn't anywhere near the Northeast
tonight, but it serves the purposes of the story. Also the outage occured
late at night instead of 4PM).
SUMMARY: The consequences of unexpected lovemaking in a darkened arena can be
deadly. It can also move two people to reunite. (those two will be
revealed AFTER the prologue). This is my response to my own Power Outage
challenge.
DISCLAIMER: Vince owns everything except possibly the Power companies :-)
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net. Anybody else ask and it's most likely
that I'll let you have it.
Lights Out, Rekindled Flame
Prologue
Damned blackout! The man thought to
himself and he tried to scrabble down the halls of the darkened building.
There was a joint house show in Uniondale when suddenly the power went
out. There had to be at least a hundred other people were searching
around in the dark like the man. He'd been going to see a ringrat, supplied by
Bischoff to relieve some tension before the show when the lights went out.
Vince McMahon had decided that everybody would stay where they were until
the power came back on.
He groped along the walls finally coming upon a
doorhandle to, what was hopefully his lockerroom. He opened the door and
cautiously stepped inside. When he heard nobody else's voice, he assumed
he was alone and shut the door.
As he stepped further he smacked up against a
smaller person who had probably been trying to get out of the lockerroom.
He noticed that it was definitely female, probably the right type for the
ringrat he was waiting for. He bent down to kiss her, noting that after
fighting for a few seconds, she started to respond in kind.
His last coherent thought was that the touch of
the woman was eerily familiar but he pushed that aside as he and the woman slid
to the floor.
* * *
Damned
blackout, damned Vince, the woman thought to herself as she found herself
stuck in the lockerroom getting ready for a match that Vince had signed for her
personally when the lights went out. One of the production aides had
somehow managed to find his way to her lockerroom to inform her that Vince had
ordered everybody to stay where they were until the power came on. The
woman muttered several different kinds of curses at THAT proclamation.
She finally decided that since the power was off
and that her match was more than likely not going to happen, that she would try
to find her way out of the arena in the darkness. She was about halfway
to the door when she smacked against somebody's bare chest. It took
everything the woman had not to scream out in terror for she didn't know who it
was that she'd ran into. She was about to back up to find away around the
person when the man bent down to kiss her roughly.
She recognized his touch and kiss immediately and
for a few moments fought against it. It was dark and he probably didn't
realize who he was kissing and it could be a very bad scene if and when he DID
realize who he was seducing. Then she stopped and let her body and its
instincts take over. It'd been so long since he'd touched her and she'd
been incredibly lonely since the day he'd walked out of her life. If for
one more night she had him inside her, she'd take the change of his angry words
and recriminations later.
Those were the last thoughts she had as she and
her former lover slid to the floor.
Okay, I'll leave my audience to figure out who the former lovers are.
Chapter One should be written soon.
Juliet3:16 (Proud American)
