11: The Bracelet
8/25/97: RAW

Fallon rather enjoyed her extended weekend off. She played several games of chess with Viola, harassed Earl and Grace relentlessly, worked in her garden, replenished her stash of smokes and then spent Saturday and Sunday night partying.

The partying had lasted just a bit too long because she had partied her ass right up until she literally had to leave for the show or else risk missing her flight. She arrived just when RAW kicked off, still wearing the same dress she had worn Sunday, ew. Though, she had also used one of the airport's many restrooms to freshen up, so she wasn't looking too bad, or smelling rank.

Her feet, however, were protesting two days' worth of wearing knee high, heeled boots but on the bright side, her knee felt a lot better. So much better in fact, that she was planning on kicking Rocky right in the balls.

"Woman, you don't belong in here! Wait… what are you… is that a dress?"

"Aw, I missed you too, Lumpy."

"Don't call me that!"

Hunter whirled around from his place by a bench, letting out a sigh of relief when he seen her. It wasn't like her to miss work and he honestly thought she had skipped until Alex informed him of her sudden change in schedule. His eyes about shot out of his skull when he took in what she was wearing. "What the hell is that?"

"A dress, a very hot number, that's what the hell it is." Shawn said, stating the obvious as he took her in. He never would have figured she'd wear something… as interesting as this.

Fallon didn't think it was that scandalous. She looked down at herself. It was her 'little black dress', a mandatory staple in any woman's wardrobe. The top had two sets of straps, ones that went over her shoulders, a second set of gauzy, flutter sleeves that hung off her shoulders. The bodice was made of velvet and the rest chiffon, coming down her thighs in black, semi-sheer layers that tapered off in inverted triangles, and the back laced up. Not that darn scandalous, they were just being… men.

"She looks-"

"Exquisite." 'Taker finished, diverting Shawn's attention onto himself but his eyes were only for her. "I take it your knee is feeling better?" His gaze strayed down to the perilous heels she wore.

Shawn and Hunter both exchanged looks. Since when the hell did 'Taker care about what Fallon wore? Both men were finally in agreement about something: they didn't like the Deadman's new interest in their woman.

"It was sprained, you were wrong, 'Taker." Fallon informed him with a grin, not surprised when he simply shrugged carelessly. "Few days of rest, and a brace, and it's as good as new. And yes…" She looked around at the men who had done the 'she's in a dress' thing. "I am wearing a dress! A rather sexy dress if I do say so myself. Now quit gawking and get over it."

'Taker was ignoring everyone, his eyes landing on the rather large, gaudy silver bracelet type cuff she wore.

"I want to know what's under the dress."

"Black lace panties, and no, you can't borrow them." She rolled her eyes, turning back to 'Taker, her not so little Rubik's cube. "I have something for you." She might as well have dropped a bomb or farted; with the way everyone was now staring at her, 'Taker being the sole exception. He was just regarding her curiously.

She raised her wrist and pulled off the silver cuff she wore. It was thick and heavy, and inlaid with semi-precious stones and what she liked to call 'push me spots'. "Here." She held it out after resetting it. "It's a puzzle. You can figure this out." When he did, the largest stone would actually unhinge from its setting and reveal the tiny slip of paper she had scrawled her next question for him on.

'Taker accepted it, studying it curiously. Never in all his years had he met someone like her and he hadn't missed the puzzle factor, finding that amusing.

She then turned to face Shawn and Hunter. "So… what did I miss while I was away?"

"What was that about?" Hunter demanded, gesturing to 'Taker.

Shawn was glad Hunter had asked, it meant he didn't have too.

"With 'Taker?" She shrugged, dropping her bag down on the bench and began rifling through it for her actual work clothes. "Nothing really, he likes puzzles so I figured I'd see if he could solve that one." Her new little… relationship with the Deadman was none of their business. Finally, she pulled out a red corset top and a pair of black leggings. "Do I have time to change?" She asked, having no idea when they were supposed to go to the ring, if they were even supposed to go to the ring.

"No."

"Absolutely not." Shawn shook his head for emphasis.

Hunter shot Shawn a dirty look, wishing he would go jump off a cliff already. "Why does he like puzzles?" And why were they even on speaking terms? Last he knew, 'Taker was not a big Fallon fan.

"Yeah and where are our gifts since we're your men technically?"

Fallon really must have enjoyed associating herself with idiots, 'Taker mused. "Are you aware that I am still standing right here?"

"Go away Deadman, we're busy."

So out to the ring in her dress it was, that was fine. Fallon then pulled out a small airplane bag of peanuts and a packet of saltine crackers, giving one to each of them. "Knock yourselves out." She said, rolling her eyes again when they just looked at her like she was the insane one.

When they both glared at 'Taker, she smacked her forehead. "This is not a dick measuring contest! So put them away and stop! I'll be with Luna, find me when we have to go out." She muttered, stuffing her clothes back in her bag, grabbed it and vacated.

"Wait, Fal-"

Shawn shook his head almost sadly. "She's not interested Huntie boy, so you might as well stop while you're ahead."

"She's not interested in you either." He didn't think.

Pulling his tights out, Shawn looked down at himself. "Don't see why not, I'd win in a dick measuring contest, no doubt about it."

'Taker decided he would be vacating as well before he lost IQ points for being in the same room as these two idiots. He looked down at the bracelet, already spotting the small hinges on the setting of the largest stone. He did enjoy puzzles… especially ones with pale green eyes…

Fallon didn't have time to change but she did have the time to get her hair redone from the rather messy waves it was currently in, thanking God for flat irons. Hair straightened, make-up retouched, and back with the ruby red lipstick, she was good to go. Then she changed her boots out, refusing to wear those things to the ring.

She wasn't surprised when Hunter and Shawn both came to find her, hoping they were done being cocks, and done trying to determine who's was bigger. She had gotten her hands on a script and the only time they would be working together on camera tonight would be when she and Hunter interfered on Shawn's behalf.

"You ready?" Hunter asked kindly, deciding he had to stop with the jealousy before he ended up losing her altogether.

Shawn stared at Hunter, wondering what he was up too, his gaze slowly straying back to her and then down her body. He had to mentally remind himself that he had seen her in much less and tear away his eyes. "Sorry about earlier, you do look beautiful though."

Why was it that Shawn beat him to the punch every single time? "Did you read the script?"

"I read it." Her eyes narrowed in on Rocky's back.

"See you out there, Michaels." Rocky grunted without turning around, Farooq standing at his side.

"Feel free to hurt him tonight, Fallie."

Fallon flashed Shawn the large ring on her middle finger, showing the rectangular cut emerald mounted on the band. She had every intention of plowing said ring right between his eyes. "Trust me, I will." She automatically scanned Hunter, reaching out to fix his coat before glancing at Shawn. "And thank you, for the compliment." The dick measuring contest seemed over, thank God. "Ready, Hunt?"

"When you are."

"See you two out there." Shawn said, interrupting their little moment. "Fallie, be careful with Rocky." He added, already walking away. Not that he planned on giving Rocky the chance to repeat the kick to the back of the knee; he planned on tearing that snot-nosed punk apart for what he had done to her.

"What exactly are you planning on doing out there?" Hunter asked curiously as they both turned towards the monitor, nodding when Farooq joined them, Rocky having already gone ringside before Shawn.

"About what happened last week." Rooq began, not looking at either of them, arms folded over his chest as he watched the match. "He's been warned to leave her alone."

"I'm still going to cocock him." Fallon said, looking directly at him, smiling sweetly when he looked down at her. "With this." She displayed the ring.

Farooq considered it. "I did say warned, not ordered…"

"He has it coming, you know this, I know this…"

Farooq pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to smile. He was not a smiley person. At least not during working hours, later on, he was going to have a chuckle.

Fallon fell silent as Hunter and Rooq talked quietly amongst them, giving her attention to the monitor, more specifically: Shawn.

When it was time for them to go out and 'show their support', she fell into step alongside Hunter, smoothing down the dress. She really should have said 'forget my hair' and changed. Though… if Rocky decided to play dirty in the ring… she could definitely swing attention her way in this get-up.

Rocky's eyes narrowed when Fallon and Hunter finally made their appearance, never stopping on his assault of Shawn, rather enjoying putting his boot into the smaller man's ribs. If that bitch touched him, he was going to send her to the hospital.

Rocky was distracted, and Shawn took advantage, rolling out of harm's way before he got stomped on again. The rookie lost his balance and Shawn grabbed him by the leg, dragging him down onto the mat and applied an ankle lock.

Now that was just a desperate move and Rocky rolled, dragging Shawn with him and was back on his feet as soon as Shawn let go.

Fallon was on the ring apron at this point, keeping tabs of Hunter as he worked his way around to Shawn and did her part. Which was distracting the referee, and by extension, Rocky, using her "scandalous" dress as means of distraction.

Being a man, when he seen lace panties, Rocky could resist heading her way. The difference between him and other men was that he didn't want to get under the panties; he wanted to strangle her with them.

That was Rocky's mistake, turning his back on Shawn because a second later, he had been rolled up from behind and pinned.

Fallon had jumped back down by this point and waited patiently until Rocky rolled towards the edge of the ring, towards her. She then did exactly what she said she would. She cococked the bastard, right between the eyes and left a lovely indent in the shape of her stone in his forehead.

She quickly walked away, joining Hunter who was watching Shawn celebrating in the ring, the pair of them heading up the ramp slowly. "I so won that match for him." She said quietly, smirking when he chuckled under his breath. She had meant it as a joke, mostly.

One of the many reasons Hunter was attracted to this woman was her fire, her spirit, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. There had to be something he could do to show her he was serious about them, about wanting to take their friendship to the next level. But with Shawn and now apparently 'Taker lurking… he had to manage to get a moment of her time, which was damn near impossible lately. "How about a drink?" He suggested, smiling when she looked up at him as they walked. "We haven't been out in a while and I want to talk to you about-"

"Ooo, can I come too?"