TITLE: Frankie's Hair
CHARACTERS: Frankie Kazarian, Rhino
PAIRINGS: Uh…you could say it's slightly Frankie/his ponytail…if you call that a pairing
NOTES: I hate Frankie Kazarian's long, brown hair. I miss the short, black hair from Serotonin. And I hate Frankie himself anyway. This was written on a whim because of a conversation with the biggest Rhino fangirl ever, PandorasBox88 of FAC.
DISCLAIMER: Frankie and Rhino are not mine, nor do I claim they are.
Frankie Kazarian loved his hair. It was long and dark brown, and he liked it best pulled back in a tight ponytail. So, backstage at every TNA show, that's how he had it. But, one night as he was hanging out in the locker room, things went terribly wrong.
See, not everybody liked Frankie's hair. Actually, Frankie was one of the ONLY people that liked his hair. But, Rhino especially didn't like it.
Rhino hated the way Frankie acted. The young man was always flipping his hair, brushing his hair, petting his hair, doing anything that would constitute him as a narcissistic pretty boy. So, the Man-Beast came up with a plan. A devilish plan. It involved scissors and Frankie's trademark ponytail.
Frankie had just gotten back from his match, which he lost, and was tightening his ponytail on the way into the locker room. Rhino, meanwhile, was watching the younger man from one of the benches. When the time was right, the War Machine stepped up behind Frankie, took the end of the ponytail in his fingers, and snipped the hair off about an inch away from the hair tie.
Frankie didn't even flinch. He didn't notice the missing hair; as to him, it still felt as if it were in a ponytail.
Rhino, sniggering softly to himself, walked toward the locker room exit. He tossed the dark brown hair that he had clenched in his fist into the trash can by the door. The man smiled and left for his match.
Frankie, at this point, began to change into his street clothes. He was planning on leaving to get back to the hotel. But, first, he wanted to brush his hair. The man reached behind his own head and yanked off the hair tie, sending now-short locks of dark brown hair cascading down his neck. He tilted his head to one side when he didn't feel his hair brushing his shoulders.
Frankie ran a hand through his hair and let out a small cry of horror when he found that his hair barely reached down his neck. "What-?" He bit his lip. "Where…where's my hair…?" He dropped his face into his hands in shame. His hair, his long, dark brown hair, was gone.
But Rhino enjoyed a good laugh.