A/N: Another update for your reading pleasure. If you read this, please review. Reviews are love, and I like to know what you think. I haven't said it for a while, but I disclaim!

Chewing on her bottom lip, Riley watched as the streetlights began to flicker on in the balmy California evening. Circles of amber light whizzed over and past her face, bathing the inside of the car for brief seconds each time. Eyes fixed on the road ahead, she pretended that the sinking feeling that had been plaguing the back of her mind now hadn't progressed to full blown nausea.

The plan had seemed so simple yesterday, just a matter of getting to and from the arena before anyone remarked on her absence at her birthday party. Now however, the further away she got from the club, the more she imagined her parents ranting and raving that she had vanished and were organising search parties and god knows else what. Visions of her mother waiting for her at the arena, face full of menace for skipping the party and going against her wishes made Riley grip the seat a little more firmly than was necessary. Swallowing loudly, she hoped this escapade worked as she had hoped it would. The consequences of failing didn't bare thinking about.

Glancing from the driver's seat next to her, Jared frowned. It had taken a lot of persuading, not to mention copious amounts of wild, naked sex with Melody to convince him to take part in this little scheme. It wasn't as though he minded helping Riley out, despite the break-up with his best friend. If he was being honest, he thought Jeremy a total jerk for cheating on Riley, and would help her regardless.

It was the looming spectre of Randy Orton and the ass-kicking he would deliver if he found out what Riley was up to and how he was involved that left Jared on the verge of soiling his pants. Moistening his lips, Riley's agitated silence was making him even more nervous and he doubted his bladder control would last the journey.

Reaching forward, he flicked on the radio, the sounds of generic rock softly filling the vehicle. Riley looked at him, smiling softly as the circles of streetlights continued to dance over her concerned expression.

"You wanna say something Riley?" Grinning in his usual way, Jared looked lazily across at his passenger. "Uncomfortable silences give me gas."

Rolling her eyes, Riley rested her head on her hand, leaning against the door for support. She wasn't sure if Jared was being serious of not on the gas part, but she knew she wasn't being much company, despite all his valued help. Still, all she could think to talk about was her insane idea. "Tell me this isn't as stupid a plan as I think it is Jay."

Jared chuckled. "It's not as stupid as you think it is dude." Without missing a moment, Jared stormed straight in with: "It's even worse. And if you don't get your ass in the backseat and get yourself changed, like right now, it's going to be a hell of a lot worse again. At least, I can't see anyone winning a match in that little dress."

He was right. There was a tight schedule to follow, and she was in danger already of slipping behind. Unclipping her belt, Riley carefully slid between the two front seats and into the back of the moving car. Road safety be damned. In the front, Jared risked a look in the rear-view mirror, catching Riley's amused glance.

"Eyes on the road Jared."

With a grin, and a not so innocent shrug, he stared intently at the road, respecting his friend's privacy for the moment. "I may not be looking Riley, but you can't stop me imagining."

Not taking the gentle joking to heart, Riley just smiled. Certain Jared was no longer going to try and steal a look at her changing; she reached around to the back of her dress and pulled down the zip. Now loose at the torso, she was able to carefully pull it down over her legs and place it down onto the seat next to her. Readjusting the strapless bra she wore, Riley reached for the black duffel bag in the floor well behind Jared. Inside were the tools she needed to be prepared for her match tonight.

Pulling it open, she began removing her outfit for the evening. Slipping off her heels, Riley carefully shrugged on the black hot pants loaned by Melody. She was glad that she'd opted to wear a thong underneath as her dress, as these shorts were completely skin-tight, leaving very little to the imagination. Not wanting to guess where Melody had purchased them, Riley settled for what reason and where her friend would model the garment. Trying to get a glimpse of her behind in them, Riley had to grab the seat for dear life as the car swerved in the road.

"Jared," she cried, her side colliding with the door as the vehicle righted itself. "What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered before glancing back at Riley in the mirror, and more specifically the hot pants. "It's just…Riley…god damn! You plan on wrestling or giving a lap dance? Please let me take a few pictures? Pretty please?"

Shaking her head, Riley pointed forward to the road to which Jared once again gave his attention, albeit grudgingly.

Snatching the corset top out next, Riley carefully moulded it across her body, before fastening it at the front. It rested low enough on her breasts to be indecent, but not so much that the girls would be falling out at the starting bell. The matching boots Melody had provided came up to her knees, and whilst low heeled, still resembled something a stripper would look more at home in. This was not least because Melody has decided to throw in a pair of elbow length gloves to complete the look.

Now dressed, Riley started to work on her hair. It had taken hours to tease her mane into the loose curls for the party, but now she wrapped it up on the top of her head without a second thought. With an array of ties and clips, including the diamond encrusted one she'd worn for her party, every inch of her caramel blonde hair was secure against her scalp and pulled taut to ensure no strands would fall loose in the middle of the match. Taking the black silk eye mask from the bag, she carefully tied it around her face, positioning it carefully across her eyes in an effort to mask her identity.

Last to be retrieved was the wig. Removing the box from the bag, Riley lifted the black wig cut into a harsh bob, and carefully placed it over her head. Making sure the ties of her mask were hidden beneath it, she pinned it into place. It would take a dozen people to rip it off her head. Of course, if they managed to do that, they'd most likely take most of her scalp with it.

With the mirror from the bag, Riley checked her appearance. With a dose of luck, no-one would recognise her tonight. The disguise was flawless, and she knew she'd owe Melody for a dozen lifetimes for her help. Pulling a deep red lip gloss out, she smeared the sparkling scarlet over her lips, pouting a few times to her reflection to check full coverage as well as get into her 'Dominatrix' character.

"You about done Riley?" Came the question from the front. Snapping the mirror closed, Riley slid it into the bag along with her discarded dress and shoes.

"I think so." She replied confidently, although she felt anything but.

"Good." Betraying his nerves with a soft sigh Jared pulled the car to a stop behind the arena. "Because we're here."

Heart thudding in her chest, Riley reached for the door handle. Turning back to Jared, she looked searchingly into his eyes. "You'll be waiting right here?" He nodded in silence as she snatched up the black leather riding crop and the CD. "Okay, I'll be out in twenty-five minutes and no more. Wish me luck."

Not waiting for a response, Riley opened the door and slammed it closed, breaking into a gentle run across the car park toward the back entrance of the arena.

"Good luck." Jared replied softly to himself.

Dodging from pillar to pillar, Melody glanced around the club nervously. It was completely filled now with Riley's friends and acquaintances from school, not to mention a few parents and family friends from the wrestling business. Everyone was too focused on remarking on the club and how much effort the Orton's had put in, rather than seeking out the birthday girl at the moment.

Riley's parents were at separate ends of the room, Randy at one bar apparently looking for inspiration at the bottom of a whiskey glass. Trish looked all kinds of miserable at the other bar as some blonde man talked animatedly to her, gesticulating wildly.

Melody realised that they were her biggest problems, and should they put their minds to it together, would realise Riley was conspicuous by her absence. As long as they kept apart, Melody realised she may just get away with this scheme yet.

So far, so good, Melody assured herself. Only another hour and thirty minutes to go and we're home free.

"Melody!"

Oh crap.

Turning on her most charming smile, Melody glanced behind her to find the owner of the voice who had called to her. Crossing the dance floor, dressed in a gorgeous purple satin dress was Riley's oldest friend Madison Cena. Feeling her smile become genuine, Melody stepped into a warm embrace with the other girl.

"Madison, you look fabulous." Melody commented, holding the other girl at arms length to give her the once over. "Is that Dolce?"

"Yeah," Madison answered, blushing ever so slightly as the more sophisticated girl praised her outfit. She'd always looked up to Melody and her exquisite taste in clothes. "You look so good, how are you?"

"Oh you know me," Melody shrugged noncommittally. Anything else would have led to her confessing to her part in Riley's sojourn not to mention a few other indiscretions from her past. "Nothing to complain about. It's so great to see you. Did you come with your parents?"

Madison nodded. "Mom and I flew in last night, especially for the party. We're hanging for a day or two before we all go to that charity ball thing." Melody nodded, glancing over Madison's shoulder, keeping a watchful eye for anyone who may have clicked on the person missing. She was so distracted; she only just caught what Madison said. "I've been looking for Riley since I got here, do you know where she is Melody?"

Now Melody knew the test of her acting skills, not to mention service as a best friend was about to be called into play. If she couldn't convince the sixteen year old girl with her rehearsed reply, she had no hope of convincing anybody. "Oh, she's around here somewhere. You know Riley, mingling as always."

Madison smiled. "That sounds about right. Hey, I heard some of the girls talking about a drama before I got here. Know anything about it?"

Melody grinned conspiratorially. "Only Riley's loser ex showing up and having the cheek to ask for her to take him back. Honestly, boys can be so dense. Makes me wonder why we put up with them, y'know? And that loser was lucky I wasn't given the chance to get rid of him, because let me tell you, if I had…"

"Why am I glad that we'll never know the answer to that sentence?"

Cut off mid rant, Melody glanced over her shoulder to see the muscular frame of Madison's older brother Lucas standing close by. The pair knew each other vaguely, but Melody hadn't spoken to him in ages. Even after she'd seen him at Jeremy's party, it hadn't been close up and they hadn't spoken. Now she was confronted with him, Melody couldn't help but devour every curve and dip of his hard muscles. The way his dark green shirt stretched over his bulging chest made a searing heat sink down into her stomach and lower.

When the hell did he get so hot, Melody wondered, eyes travelling over inch of Lucas.

Quickly getting a grip of herself, Melody flashed him a seductive smile, determined to not be won over by mere physical charms. "Probably because you know it won't end well for your gender."

"That must be it," he smiled, holding her gaze for perhaps a moment too long before turning to Madison. Maybe it was Melody's imagination, but there was something in the look he gave her that made her hot all over. "Mom's looking for you Maisy. She's over with Victoria."

Looking in the direction that Lucas indicated, she nodded. With a quick finger wave, Madison headed toward where her mother was sat laughing with Victoria, soon to find out that she had made no such request to see her. However, by the time she realised it, she'd already left Melody alone with Lucas.

For some reason, Melody couldn't bring herself to look Lucas in the eye and felt completely stupid for it. When did she ever get nervous around a man? Was she really so shallow to be won over by a fantastic body and a gorgeous smile? Hardly. She was the heartbreaker of the county, probably the entire state, and she refused to allow herself to be played at her own game. If Lucas thought he could make her all hot and bothered with a few heavy stares, he was about to learn the true art of seduction.

Realising she couldn't keep looking at feet forever, not to mention continue her self-pep talk, Melody still couldn't look up just yet. Something told her that Lucas's gaze was searing every inch of her flesh, and found herself wishing she'd worn something a little more modest.

Just as she worked up the courage to look him in the eye, the DJ slipped on a song that fused dance and hip-hop into an irresistible beat. Without warning, Lucas reached over and took Melody's hand in his own. Forced to look up at him now, Melody felt her mouth hang open slightly as she was confronted with quite easily the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Bright blue eyes captured by a square jaw and the most delicious mouth she'd ever had the privilege of gazing up at.

"Dance with me." It was more of a command than a question by Lucas, but Melody was more than happy to be lead into the heart of the dance floor.

Taking her to the centre, Lucas spun her around in his arms, pressed her back to his front. Melody couldn't help but shiver as every ridge of Lucas' hard torso caressed her naked back. Even though the shirt he wore kept their flesh apart, she couldn't deny the heat that pulsed in waves between them. As Lucas rested his hands on her hips, she thought she'd melt on the spot.

His voice was a growl in her ear, throaty and overpowering and masculine. "I like the way you move Melody."

To make a point, Lucas eased his hips flush against Melody's back, the pair moving in perfect tandem. Nothing existed between their bodies except desire.

Even the way he said her name sounded dirty, and Melody had to admit that she loved it. Reaching her arms up, she carefully rested them around Lucas' neck, drawing his face closer to hers and moved her hips in perfect precision to the beat. Every twist and shake caressed Lucas into overdrive. "You haven't seen anything yet…"

How true that statement was to become, as the alarm clock she had taped to her inner thigh released a shrill cry that cut through the sound of the music. Ripped from the hedonistic moment, Melody had to give herself a mental shake as she stepped away from Lucas's warm, hard body and slapped the alarm into silence. Lucas eyed her with an inquisitive stare, and she simply smiled as though it were the most natural thing in the world to have a clock strapped to the inside of one's thigh.

In reality, the alarm meant that the time for her performance was fast approaching. She'd timed herself and knew the entire routine would take thirty minutes once she'd begun. It was an intricate mix of dance and burlesque, and would hopefully be distracting enough to make sure no-one questioned Riley's absence, and give her friend enough time to perform at the arena.

Turning to face Lucas, Melody threw a sultry look his way, making sure that he knew things weren't over yet. "Don't go too far from the stage now gorgeous. You're about to have the best night of your life."

Arching an eyebrow, Lucas could only look on as Melody sauntered off to the changing room. Her ass, a perfect inverted heart shape, swayed irresistibly to the music as she walked away. Licking his lips, Lucas had to exercise a level of self control he never knew he had as he allowed that tantalising sight to escape him. Running his hands over his face, he had to think of something less appealing before he took someone's eye out with his raging manhood.

He'd harboured a secret crush on Melody for a while, and had finally decided to act on it. He doubted Riley would have a problem with it, and hoped Melody would give him the chance to go about I the right way. For now however, he had her in his sights, and he wasn't about to let her go. The raw masculine side of himself refused to, as though he had claimed her as his own and it would be only a matter of time before he had her. Let her play hard to get, Lucas mused, I've got all night.

Taking a seat near the stage, he waited with anticipation to see what would happen next.

It seemed Riley's luck was holding out, as the loading bay doors to the arena were open, most like to allow the wrestling ring to be removed later. It probably wasn't necessary to get in this way, but she didn't want to take any chances. Security was not as tight as it could have been, so the young woman was able to sneak through the bay and into the belly of the arena without anyone noticing her at all.

The evening's show was already underway, if the sounds of the chanting crowd were anything to go by. Every lull in noise was followed by an explosion of cheers, obviously as the favoured performer hit a move. Nerves shuddered down her spine, leaving a chill in its wake and doubt plagued her mind.

It wasn't as if Riley had never experienced a live crowd before. There had been many times over the years at house shows where her father had called her into the ring and presented her to the WWE Universe. She'd seen him cheered, adored, booed and hated for his persona. No emotion or chant should be able to phase her, she'd truly seen and heard them all. And yet, the sound of the crowd awoke a fear in Riley she had never known before, one so vivid it threatened to turn her legs completely weak. Images of a gladiator arena took seed in her mind, a crowd of people screaming for pain and blood from one of the performers. Was that how tonight was going to end up?

Shuddering again, she picked up the pace and left the images behind her, jogging through the maze of grey cement corridors to where she knew the arena was. The closer she got to the sound, the more people she saw. Trainee wrestlers, wrestling agents, trainers and other try-outs were dotted around. Ignoring them, Riley continued her jog, ending when she finally spied the booking agent propped up against a wall, counting a wad of green notes that the evening had earned.

Stopping in front of him, Riley arched an eyebrow as he seemed more interested in his money that acknowledging her presence. Clearing her throat obviously wasn't the best idea, as after she'd done it, the booker sighed and slapped the money down on the table.

"Are ya fuckin' happy princess?" He spat in a gravely voice, removing the cigar from his mouth and holding it between two podgy fingers as an obvious flout of the no smoking rules. "Ya made me lose fuckin' count. What the fuck do you want?"

Resisting the urge to pull a revolted face, Riley remembered she was here for a reason, and she was now playing a character. "I'm here to try out for the WWE."

Letting his bulging black eyes travel over her briefly, the booker exploded into riotous laughter. His huge stomach shook with the effort of laughing so hard, throwing his head back to expose a forest of nasal hair protruding from his nose.

Trying to regain composure, he dabbed at his eyes with a fifty dollar bill. "You? Try out? Fuck me princess, this ain't no strip joint. We put on a fuckin' family show here for fucks sake? We don't want no fuckin' shenanigans in our ring, you understand?"

Keeping her cool, Riley twirled the leather riding crop in her hands. "I'm here to try out," she repeated. "Where do I sign up?"

"You don't," he grinned, exposing a set of missing teeth Mick Foley would be envious of, "even if I believed for a fuckin' second you were serious, sign-ups closed at five-thirty princess. If you was serious about getting in the business, you would've found that out before comin' here and wastin' my fuckin' time."

Swallowing a wave of despair, Riley resorted for different tactics. Resting her hands on the table, she leaned forward just enough so that the swell of her breasts were in obvious sight of the booker. Desperate times called for desperate measures after all. "Are you telling me you can't find me a position somewhere on tonight's programme?"

Eyes lost in the valley of Riley's breasts, the booker chomped down on his cigar. "That's exactly what I'm fuckin' saying princess. No space left for nobody, not even a two dollar tramp like yourself."

Defeated, Riley stood up, feeling utterly dejected. It had been a complete waste of time. All that planning and scheming for nothing. Her dreams of becoming a wrestler and getting on the road with her father had just been dashed with a sneering smile from the booker. Turning, she began to walk back the way she came, lost beneath a cloud of despair.

She was so engrossed in her own misery she almost missed what the booker said to her back. "…and it's not as if you had a chance princess. Guy in the ring right now? He aced his fuckin' try out and has beaten every other fuckin' dude that's won theirs since this afternoon. A dead fuckin' cert for the developmental try-out he is. Guy is a machine, and a man like me couldn't in good fuckin' conscious put a princess like you in his path. Eat you fuckin' alive, he would."

Ignoring the hungry gaze he directed at the junction of her thighs, Riley saw her chance and took it. "You think so, do you?"

"I fuckin' know so princess." He gurgled with glee. "No dumb broad like you could ever have what it fuckin' takes to take him down."

Now that she had his interest, Riley moved in for the kill. "Fifty bucks says I go into that ring and beat him. And a hundred bucks says I get cheered when I do."

Another roar of laughter from the booker. "You can't be fuckin' serious. The people fuckin' love him. They all wanna suck his meat he'd that good. Cheer you? Jesus to-fuckin'-night." Looking at Riley, his demeanour sobered at the light in her eyes, his laughter killed in his throat. "Sweet mother of Jesus, you're are fuckin' serious. You wanna get in the ring with him princess, you be my fuckin' guest." Grabbing a clip board at his side, he thrust it across the table at her. "Just make sure you got your fuckin' momma on speed dial to help you pick up the pieces when he's through with you."

Nodding, Riley quickly scribbled her details down onto the sheet, and handing it back to the booker. Signing off on it, he tore a section off and gave it to Riley. "Give that to the technical monkeys princess." Taking the slip of paper, Riley saluted before running off toward the direction of the ring. Picking up the sheet, the booker called after her: "And Dita, you make sure you hobble your pretty fuckin' ass back here with my one hundred and fuckin' fifty bucks afterwards!"

Ignoring the final jibe, Riley raced around the corner to where the curtain position was set up, already imagining the look on his fat face when she returned triumphant.

As it was a local try out, the level of performance wasn't as great as a live show. The technical team were not in a separate area; rather they were seated at the curtain, crushed around a table and lost in a sea of black cables. The leader of the team nodded at Riley, taking the slip out of her hand. The name 'Earl' was stitched into the breast pocket of his shirt. He motioned for another man to come over, but Riley hardly noticed. Just beyond that curtain, a crowd of a good few thousand were chanting a name in unison, although she couldn't quite work out what it was.

The second man approached, dressed in smart trousers and a plain black shirt. He gave Riley a salacious once over, before grinning in what he obviously thought was an attractive way. "Name, sweetheart?"

"Dita," she replied, surprised at how well she managed to mask the nerves in her voice. And as she was in character, she decided to add for good measure: "Consider me your mistress."

A smile flickered on the man's face as he scribbled it down on a card. "Home town?"

"California."

Nodding, he added that. Earl came back to Riley's side, taking the CD from her. "Your entrance music Dita?" Riley nodded. "Okay. You're up next. We'll get it ready."

The man in the black shirt grinned and wished her good luck. Riley now noticed the microphone he held in his hand, and realised he must be the announcer. Turning on his heel, he plunged out between the curtains, exposing the crowd for just a moment. Catching her breath, Riley realised that just beyond that thin stretch of fabric rested the answer to every hope, fear and dream she'd ever had for her future. The thought was enough to floor her, but she tried desperately to hold it together.

Focusing on the task at hand, she began to stretch out her muscles and jogged on the spot in a quick effort to warm up. The crowd had started to cheer again because the announcer had arrived, and his disembodied voice boomed through the arena.

"Ladies and gentleman, you've been a great audience tonight." A massive round of cheers. "Best we've seen since we started these try outs. And as a thank you, we've got one more match for you to enjoy." Another load of cheers, this time more fervent. "Once again, you're going to see your man in the ring take on his next victim…or should I say opponent?"

Riley pulled a face at the insult, but the crowd lapped it up. Their cheering was uncontrolled and enormous. She now realised that the fans weren't going to be behind her in this. Whoever was in the ring had won their hearts and minds, and by the description the booker had given her, it was pretty fair to assume he was a good wrestler. Would she be good enough to win? She hoped so. If nothing else, she wanted to hold her own against him. Humiliation was a bad colour on her, yet she seemed to be wearing it so much recently.

Get a grip Riley! She demanded of herself. You're parents are two of the greatest wrestlers ever in the business. There is nobody like you, nobody as good. If you can't go out there and kick this guy's ass, then no-one can!

Drawing strength from herself and her limitless confidence, Riley positioned herself directly behind the curtain as the announcer spoke again. She was ready for this. She'd been born for it. Whoever was out there had better be ready to bring it.

"And now, in our final match of the evening scheduled for one fall, I present to you the opponent. From right here in California…"

The crowed cheered as her music was cued at the desk behind her. Prince's shrill wail echoed out in the arena and the beat kicked in. Riley couldn't help but smile. Trust Melody to pick 'Gett Off' as her entrance theme. Praying to what she didn't know, but Riley slipped through the curtains, right into a wall of voices.

"She'll be your mistress tonight, give it up for Dita!"

Frozen at the top of the ramp, Riley stared into countless faces, the sound of their collective voices echoing in her head. Some where cheering, some booing and wolf whistling, whilst others demanded to see her breasts. That didn't matter, and Riley had to suppress the grin that threatened to split her face in two.

Remembering she was now a dominatrix, she acted as such, placing one hand on her hip and cracking the riding crop at her side. A section of the crowd, mostly men, broke into cheers as she started to head down the ramp. She'd seen her parents and their friends do this dozens of times. Now it was her time. Walking like she owned the arena, Riley swung her hips for all she was worth, cracking the whip at every opportunity.

Before she knew it, she was at the ring. Heading up the steps, she paused to look at the crowd all around her. They didn't hate her, and it flooded her with renewed confidence. Once they'd seen her in action, Riley knew they'd love her.

Making her way to the centre of the ropes, she placed the riding crop between her teeth for effect. Using the bottom rope as a spring broad, she launched herself into wide legged splits on the ring apron that would make Melina jealous.

The crowd went wild for the move as Riley eased herself beneath the bottom rope, leaving it till the last possible second to pull her legs back together. Now on all fours, she seductively crawled to the centre of the ring before standing up again, once more cracking the whip in the direction of the crowd.

The announcer looked pleased with her entrance as he raised the microphone to his mouth once more, 'Gett Off' now faded into nothing. "And please welcome Dita's opponent. He's been in this ring kicking ass and taking names all night. He is your hometown hero, give it up for Desperado!"

For the first time, Riley noticed her opponent. He stood in the corner of the ring, watching her across the ring. His body was long, being easily over six feet tall. He was made up of hard, lean muscle from his wide shoulders to the washboard abs. He wore totally black wrestling tights and thigh high boots that reminded Riley of the kind people wore during martial arts competitions. His wrists were taped, and elbows covered with pads. Lifting her gaze to his face, Riley couldn't hide her surprise.

His entire head was covered by a mask, the kind luchadors normally wore. It was black with a gothic white cross pattern, and had the eyes and mouth cut out to the bare minimum. His eyes were a deep sea blue and his mouth the most sensuous Riley had ever seen. She now understood why so many women were screaming. Although she couldn't see his face, he gave off the vibe that he was gorgeous. He oozed sex appeal, and Riley found herself wondering what he looked like beneath the mask.

His wide and full pink lips, that protected a set of perfect white teeth, were twisted into a smirk, and Riley realised from the way he was shaking that he was laughing at her. And he was doing a very poor job of hiding it.

Anger flared through every inch of her. So he thought the idea of wrestling her funny, did he? Did he assume like most others that because she was a girl she'd be an easy victory? Well she vowed that he would pay for the arrogance, and would come face to face to Riley Kendall Orton, albeit in a Dita disguise. Throwing her whip outside of the ring, the announcer was quickly replaced by the referee who called for the bell.

The clanging sound rang in Riley's ears, and it was the last thing she remembered before the blurry image of Desperado racing toward her filled her vision.

Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.

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