Behind The Bandanna
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shattered_ficsTitle: Behind the Bandanna
Written By: Meagan (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
domluver)
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,356
Chapter #: (1/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This story came out of the blue. I was watching LAX to much and came up with this idea :)
She tied the bandanna around her forehead tucking her hair away. She looked up in the mirror as she tied the one around her face, making sure the only thing visible was her eyes. They tried to keep it a secret that she was a girl and a member of LAX. She was dating Homicide and he always liked her by his side, so she was Konnan’s keeper in a way, and no one knew she was a girl. She liked it that way, she could get involved in matches and no one would freak out in fear of injuring her.
Leaning back in the chair she sighed. The door opened and she grinned behind the bandanna as she saw Homicide smile as he peaked his head into the LAX locker room. Turning around she brought the bandanna down from off of her face as she beamed at him. Pushing herself out of the chair she ran into his arms. He kissed her quickly as her eyes shined.
“We’re up next,” He said in his thick Brooklyn accent. “You might want to bring this up.” She grinned as he pulled the bandanna back up over her face.
“Who you against?” She asked pulling up the bandanna a little so she could breathe; he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the tunnel where Hernandez and Konnan were waiting for them.
“Sabin,” He said quickly as she nodded. Since LAX had lost the tag belts to the Dudley’s they were trying to fit Homicide into the X-Division and they wanted to pit him against someone other than AJ and Christopher Daniels.
“Should be good,” She smiled as she reached Hernandez and Konnan.
“Rea!” Konnan said brightly as he sat in his wheel chair. No matter what anyone said
he was getting worse but he wouldn’t admit that. Her heart broke a little every time she had to stand next to him. “Change of plans you’re going to interfere tonight instead of Hernandez.”
“Oh,” She groaned as she clutched at her stomach.
“It’ll be fine,” He said patting her arm as he smiled kindly at her. “Don’t worry
about it Chica.”
“I know,” She said taking a deep breath as she felt Homicides hand on her lower back
he lightly stroked it through her baggy hoody.
“All over quickly,” He said kissing her as they heard the LAX music start. “You know
what to do.”
She nodded as she took the slap jack from Hernandez and slipped it into her pants pocket. Homicide smiled at her as he quickly kissed her before slowly walking outside. Trying to fight off her blush she followed him slowly out, Konnan being pushed by Hernandez was right behind her. She loved the secrecy of it all, when she was watching iMPACT at home, she laughed when she heard Don West and Mike Tenay call her a guy constantly, even though they were one of the few who knew she was really a girl.
Homicide climbed into the ring as she stood staring up at him, her eyes blank but she had a huge grin on her face. Homicide winked at her as he jumped in the corner waiting for Chris Sabin. Suddenly “HAIL SABIN” rang throughout the area as he appeared at the face tunnel. After playing to the crowd he rolled into the ring and stood face to face with Homicide.
Reagan was standing on the edge of the ring whispering into Homicide’s ear, telling him the signal. Once he nodded she hopped down off of the ring apron as the referee rang the bell. The match started out slow with a few knocks here and there. She hovered around Konnan and Hernandez, even participating in the small beat down of Sabin and Homicide occupied the refs attention. Hernandez threw him into the ring, nodding he told her to get ready. She took at deep breath as she hovered by her mark point, waiting for Sabin to put Homicide into the Cradle Shock. Sooner than she thought, Sabin kicked Homicide’s head off as he fell to the ground he picked him up on his shoulders.
Slowly she climbed up and crouched waiting. Hernandez ran to the other side of the ring and climbed up on the apron. This was it, Homicide twitched his fingers as he struggled just enough so Chris has to get to the ropes. Pulling the slap jack out of her back pocket she whacked Sabin on the back of the head, causing him to drop Homicide. As he clutched the back of his head she hopped down from the side of the ring and went over to stand near Konnan who padded her arm lightly as the referee counted the 1-2-3 for the win.
The crowd erupted into half cheers and half boos. Smirking under her bandanna Homicide slid out of the ring laughing at Sabin who was staring directly at Reagan with disbelief written all over his face. Her heart raced as it seemed like he was trying to look past her façade and into her mind. She frantically glanced at Homicide but he was to busy celebrating as they walked backwards up the heel ramp.
Pulling down the bandanna off of her face she ran a hand down it as she glanced at the monitor as it showed the replay of her hitting Sabin on the back of the head.
“Babe,” Homicide said quickly as he wrapped his arm around her, startling her. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” She smiled tearing her eyes away from Sabin looking distained. “Watching
the replay you know.”
“You did an awesome job,” He said kissing the side of her head as they walked to the
locker room. “You should interfere in my matches more often.” He chuckled.
“What ever you want me to do,” She said wrapping her arms around him. “But right now,
I could really inhale a burger.”
“I’ll go to catering and get it for you,” He offered.
“Na I’m good,” She said standing on her toes kissing him lightly. “You want anything?”
“Nope perfectly fine,” He said pulling up her bandanna. “Don’t want to forget this.”
“Of course,” She said winking as she turned on her heel and walked off down the hall.
Chris walked backstage as he rubbed his head where the random member of LAX had hit him over the head. He didn’t know someone else was supposed to interfere. He had been told that someone from the X-Division was going to interfere, not some flunky for LAX. He grumbled as he headed toward the locker room he shared with his friends. No doubt there would be some confusion about his match. He knew who to blame but he was too tired to complain about it.
Turning the corner before his locker room he recognized the bandanna covered person as the one that had come out with LAX. The sore stop on his head panged as he glared. He was going to see what was up with this guy—he was new and never seen him before—he wanted to know what was going on. Running past his locker room door he followed the mystery guy.
She grinned beneath her bandanna as she saw Sabin right before he entered his locker room. If he had only known it was a girl that hit him he would be forever embarrassed. She looked out of the corner of her eye as she saw him stare at her.
She could feel Sabin following her, but she didn’t know what to do. He must’ve been told different; he must’ve thought someone else was going to interfere. She could hear him quicken his pace as she slowed hers. His strong hand gripped her upper arm, his light touch she could feel through the layers of clothing she wore.
“Excuse me,” He said kindly as he looked her over. “Why where you--”
He looked at her queerly as she pulled down her bandanna from her face. Not understanding what was going on she pulled the one off of her head and shook her hair loose.
“Oh--”
Written By: Meagan (
domluver)Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,356
Chapter #: (1/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This story came out of the blue. I was watching LAX to much and came up with this idea :)
She tied the bandanna around her forehead tucking her hair away. She looked up in the mirror as she tied the one around her face, making sure the only thing visible was her eyes. They tried to keep it a secret that she was a girl and a member of LAX. She was dating Homicide and he always liked her by his side, so she was Konnan’s keeper in a way, and no one knew she was a girl. She liked it that way, she could get involved in matches and no one would freak out in fear of injuring her.
Leaning back in the chair she sighed. The door opened and she grinned behind the bandanna as she saw Homicide smile as he peaked his head into the LAX locker room. Turning around she brought the bandanna down from off of her face as she beamed at him. Pushing herself out of the chair she ran into his arms. He kissed her quickly as her eyes shined.
“We’re up next,” He said in his thick Brooklyn accent. “You might want to bring this up.” She grinned as he pulled the bandanna back up over her face.
“Who you against?” She asked pulling up the bandanna a little so she could breathe; he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the tunnel where Hernandez and Konnan were waiting for them.
“Sabin,” He said quickly as she nodded. Since LAX had lost the tag belts to the Dudley’s they were trying to fit Homicide into the X-Division and they wanted to pit him against someone other than AJ and Christopher Daniels.
“Should be good,” She smiled as she reached Hernandez and Konnan.
“Rea!” Konnan said brightly as he sat in his wheel chair. No matter what anyone said
he was getting worse but he wouldn’t admit that. Her heart broke a little every time she had to stand next to him. “Change of plans you’re going to interfere tonight instead of Hernandez.”
“Oh,” She groaned as she clutched at her stomach.
“It’ll be fine,” He said patting her arm as he smiled kindly at her. “Don’t worry
about it Chica.”
“I know,” She said taking a deep breath as she felt Homicides hand on her lower back
he lightly stroked it through her baggy hoody.
“All over quickly,” He said kissing her as they heard the LAX music start. “You know
what to do.”
She nodded as she took the slap jack from Hernandez and slipped it into her pants pocket. Homicide smiled at her as he quickly kissed her before slowly walking outside. Trying to fight off her blush she followed him slowly out, Konnan being pushed by Hernandez was right behind her. She loved the secrecy of it all, when she was watching iMPACT at home, she laughed when she heard Don West and Mike Tenay call her a guy constantly, even though they were one of the few who knew she was really a girl.
Homicide climbed into the ring as she stood staring up at him, her eyes blank but she had a huge grin on her face. Homicide winked at her as he jumped in the corner waiting for Chris Sabin. Suddenly “HAIL SABIN” rang throughout the area as he appeared at the face tunnel. After playing to the crowd he rolled into the ring and stood face to face with Homicide.
Reagan was standing on the edge of the ring whispering into Homicide’s ear, telling him the signal. Once he nodded she hopped down off of the ring apron as the referee rang the bell. The match started out slow with a few knocks here and there. She hovered around Konnan and Hernandez, even participating in the small beat down of Sabin and Homicide occupied the refs attention. Hernandez threw him into the ring, nodding he told her to get ready. She took at deep breath as she hovered by her mark point, waiting for Sabin to put Homicide into the Cradle Shock. Sooner than she thought, Sabin kicked Homicide’s head off as he fell to the ground he picked him up on his shoulders.
Slowly she climbed up and crouched waiting. Hernandez ran to the other side of the ring and climbed up on the apron. This was it, Homicide twitched his fingers as he struggled just enough so Chris has to get to the ropes. Pulling the slap jack out of her back pocket she whacked Sabin on the back of the head, causing him to drop Homicide. As he clutched the back of his head she hopped down from the side of the ring and went over to stand near Konnan who padded her arm lightly as the referee counted the 1-2-3 for the win.
The crowd erupted into half cheers and half boos. Smirking under her bandanna Homicide slid out of the ring laughing at Sabin who was staring directly at Reagan with disbelief written all over his face. Her heart raced as it seemed like he was trying to look past her façade and into her mind. She frantically glanced at Homicide but he was to busy celebrating as they walked backwards up the heel ramp.
Pulling down the bandanna off of her face she ran a hand down it as she glanced at the monitor as it showed the replay of her hitting Sabin on the back of the head.
“Babe,” Homicide said quickly as he wrapped his arm around her, startling her. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” She smiled tearing her eyes away from Sabin looking distained. “Watching
the replay you know.”
“You did an awesome job,” He said kissing the side of her head as they walked to the
locker room. “You should interfere in my matches more often.” He chuckled.
“What ever you want me to do,” She said wrapping her arms around him. “But right now,
I could really inhale a burger.”
“I’ll go to catering and get it for you,” He offered.
“Na I’m good,” She said standing on her toes kissing him lightly. “You want anything?”
“Nope perfectly fine,” He said pulling up her bandanna. “Don’t want to forget this.”
“Of course,” She said winking as she turned on her heel and walked off down the hall.
Chris walked backstage as he rubbed his head where the random member of LAX had hit him over the head. He didn’t know someone else was supposed to interfere. He had been told that someone from the X-Division was going to interfere, not some flunky for LAX. He grumbled as he headed toward the locker room he shared with his friends. No doubt there would be some confusion about his match. He knew who to blame but he was too tired to complain about it.
Turning the corner before his locker room he recognized the bandanna covered person as the one that had come out with LAX. The sore stop on his head panged as he glared. He was going to see what was up with this guy—he was new and never seen him before—he wanted to know what was going on. Running past his locker room door he followed the mystery guy.
She grinned beneath her bandanna as she saw Sabin right before he entered his locker room. If he had only known it was a girl that hit him he would be forever embarrassed. She looked out of the corner of her eye as she saw him stare at her.
She could feel Sabin following her, but she didn’t know what to do. He must’ve been told different; he must’ve thought someone else was going to interfere. She could hear him quicken his pace as she slowed hers. His strong hand gripped her upper arm, his light touch she could feel through the layers of clothing she wore.
“Excuse me,” He said kindly as he looked her over. “Why where you--”
He looked at her queerly as she pulled down her bandanna from her face. Not understanding what was going on she pulled the one off of her head and shook her hair loose.
“Oh--”
