Title: The Road Less Traveled (5/?)
Author: Esquirella
Rating: NC-17 (for violence)
Disclaimer: I own the Rio character and have written other stories with
her. I own all non-WWE/WCW characters. But I do not own the wrestlers who
appear below and/or in upcoming installments.
Content Warning: This is a story contains an extremely violent fight scene.
Synopsis: Rio takes faces Goliath, in front of Sean, Billy, Chuck, Rico and
Andrew.
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Rio's opponent eyed her with disdain. She could tell he felt this fight was beneath him . . . and was determined to make her pay for it. She felt his anger come over in waves. It was refreshing. She briefly closed her eyes and fed upon the energy.
"You think you can really win this?" Goliath asked with a snort.
Rio made no reply, merely smiling at him thinly as she began to circle the caged ring, trailing some fingers over the steel mesh. The act only served to aggravate Goliath more.
"I don't know how you made it this far, little girl, but you're not in Kansas anymore," he growled.
"Does it sound like I am from Kansas?" Rio asked softly, mocking him with her Russian accent.
"I don't like to fight women."
"Really? That's not what I've heard," Rio answered.
"Just surrender and we can end this now," Goliath ordered.
Rio shook her head. "I cannot do that."
"Why the fuck not?"
"You are in my way," Rio hissed, just before she dropped kicked him in the face. Goliath pitched backwards into the steel mesh and the crowd roared in approval. Rio fed off of their energy, too.
"Goddamn bitch!" Goliath shrieked. "I'm gonna destroy you!"
"Take your best shot, shithead," Rio grinned. "Many have tried, all have failed."
Goliath lunged for her. She let him get close before she flipped in the air and landed a few feet away. He landed against the turnbuckle with a loud grunt. He got up and turned to her, seething rage. Rio parried and flipped him for a good fifteen minutes.
With frustration mounting, he rushed for her again and she sidestepped him, grabbing his left hand and twisting his arm. The jerky movement dislocated his shoulder, as she knew it would. Rio was trained to know just the right pressure and angle to achieve the desired result. She knew it wouldn't make him capitulate, but it would hinder his fighting abilities severely.
"Goddamn it!" Goliath screamed, holding his left shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then he glared at her. "You're really gonna pay for that."
"Finally," Rio sighed, "you are going to 'take off the gloves'? Maybe give me some real action?"
If Goliath's eyes were lasers, he would have burned holes to her right then. He dropped down on one knee and reached his right hand into his boot, pulling out two small, sharp-looking knives. Rio gave him a golden grin and shook her head slowly.
"So it is to like this, yes?" she asked him. She had been expecting this from him. It was considered his 'last resort' method; the one he used to keep from losing.
She was rewarded with Goliath's evil grin as he threw one of the knives directly at her. Her lightning quick reflexes did not fail her. She plucked it out the air, barely three inches from her chest. She had no time to recover as she saw the second knife heading straight for her thigh. It never made it. She looked up to see her opponent staring wide-eyed at her.
"Wh-What the fuck --?" he stammered. Before he even got the rest of the words out, Rio flung both knives directly at his legs. Both connected with pinpoint accuracy and he immediately fell.
Rio approached him as he lay writhing in pain. "Just surrender and we can end this now," she taunted.
"Fuck you!" Goliath gritted, reaching for her neck. Rio avoided him easily, twisting one of knives. Goliath howled in agony and pounded his arm in surrender.
Rio stood back and watched as the medical team approached the cage. She looked into the audience, which had been on its feet cheering the entire match. She flipped herself back up the side of the cage and vaulted over the top to the ground below.
The medical team was having a tough time treating Goliath. He was growling and twisting so much, they nearly toppled him off the gurney. "I'll get you!" he yelled at Rio as he was wheeled out the arena. "COUNT on it!"
Rio nodded solemnly, then turned back to the crowd, leaning into her bow.
"Wooooooo! GO Rio!" shouted a man with long brown hair from the front row. He had been cheering her on voraciously, along with his friends. She recognized a couple of them from some wrestling programs she watched and wondered what the hell they were doing here.
She again felt the intense stare of the tallest one, with long blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, who now stood whistling and clapping. She grinned for him again as she slowly walked by the group.
"What's your name?" he asked when she reached them.
She looked directly at him and didn't answer for a minute. Then she answered. "What my attire says. I am Rio."
"I meant your real name," he drawled softly.
"Rio is the only name I answer to," she said. She ran one finger over the back of his hand, then turned and glided back up the ramp.
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Andrew stopped breathing for a moment when she touched him. Her accent had flowed over him and imprinted itself into his mind.
"Man that was SO cool!" Rico said, excitedly. "Think we can catch them again sometime?"
"I hope so," Sean answered. "I can't believe she TALKED to man!"
"Did you SEE the way she caught those knives?" Rico gushed. "I thought she was done!"
Andrew grinned slowly. "You were right about this show, dude. I am so glad you dragged me here."
"We told you guys," Billy said. "We need to tell the other boys. This is too good to keep to ourselves."
"Yeah," Chuck agreed. "Everyone's gonna want to see her."
Andrew frowned at that. He wasn't sure he liked that idea.
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Rio's opponent eyed her with disdain. She could tell he felt this fight was beneath him . . . and was determined to make her pay for it. She felt his anger come over in waves. It was refreshing. She briefly closed her eyes and fed upon the energy.
"You think you can really win this?" Goliath asked with a snort.
Rio made no reply, merely smiling at him thinly as she began to circle the caged ring, trailing some fingers over the steel mesh. The act only served to aggravate Goliath more.
"I don't know how you made it this far, little girl, but you're not in Kansas anymore," he growled.
"Does it sound like I am from Kansas?" Rio asked softly, mocking him with her Russian accent.
"I don't like to fight women."
"Really? That's not what I've heard," Rio answered.
"Just surrender and we can end this now," Goliath ordered.
Rio shook her head. "I cannot do that."
"Why the fuck not?"
"You are in my way," Rio hissed, just before she dropped kicked him in the face. Goliath pitched backwards into the steel mesh and the crowd roared in approval. Rio fed off of their energy, too.
"Goddamn bitch!" Goliath shrieked. "I'm gonna destroy you!"
"Take your best shot, shithead," Rio grinned. "Many have tried, all have failed."
Goliath lunged for her. She let him get close before she flipped in the air and landed a few feet away. He landed against the turnbuckle with a loud grunt. He got up and turned to her, seething rage. Rio parried and flipped him for a good fifteen minutes.
With frustration mounting, he rushed for her again and she sidestepped him, grabbing his left hand and twisting his arm. The jerky movement dislocated his shoulder, as she knew it would. Rio was trained to know just the right pressure and angle to achieve the desired result. She knew it wouldn't make him capitulate, but it would hinder his fighting abilities severely.
"Goddamn it!" Goliath screamed, holding his left shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then he glared at her. "You're really gonna pay for that."
"Finally," Rio sighed, "you are going to 'take off the gloves'? Maybe give me some real action?"
If Goliath's eyes were lasers, he would have burned holes to her right then. He dropped down on one knee and reached his right hand into his boot, pulling out two small, sharp-looking knives. Rio gave him a golden grin and shook her head slowly.
"So it is to like this, yes?" she asked him. She had been expecting this from him. It was considered his 'last resort' method; the one he used to keep from losing.
She was rewarded with Goliath's evil grin as he threw one of the knives directly at her. Her lightning quick reflexes did not fail her. She plucked it out the air, barely three inches from her chest. She had no time to recover as she saw the second knife heading straight for her thigh. It never made it. She looked up to see her opponent staring wide-eyed at her.
"Wh-What the fuck --?" he stammered. Before he even got the rest of the words out, Rio flung both knives directly at his legs. Both connected with pinpoint accuracy and he immediately fell.
Rio approached him as he lay writhing in pain. "Just surrender and we can end this now," she taunted.
"Fuck you!" Goliath gritted, reaching for her neck. Rio avoided him easily, twisting one of knives. Goliath howled in agony and pounded his arm in surrender.
Rio stood back and watched as the medical team approached the cage. She looked into the audience, which had been on its feet cheering the entire match. She flipped herself back up the side of the cage and vaulted over the top to the ground below.
The medical team was having a tough time treating Goliath. He was growling and twisting so much, they nearly toppled him off the gurney. "I'll get you!" he yelled at Rio as he was wheeled out the arena. "COUNT on it!"
Rio nodded solemnly, then turned back to the crowd, leaning into her bow.
"Wooooooo! GO Rio!" shouted a man with long brown hair from the front row. He had been cheering her on voraciously, along with his friends. She recognized a couple of them from some wrestling programs she watched and wondered what the hell they were doing here.
She again felt the intense stare of the tallest one, with long blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, who now stood whistling and clapping. She grinned for him again as she slowly walked by the group.
"What's your name?" he asked when she reached them.
She looked directly at him and didn't answer for a minute. Then she answered. "What my attire says. I am Rio."
"I meant your real name," he drawled softly.
"Rio is the only name I answer to," she said. She ran one finger over the back of his hand, then turned and glided back up the ramp.
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Andrew stopped breathing for a moment when she touched him. Her accent had flowed over him and imprinted itself into his mind.
"Man that was SO cool!" Rico said, excitedly. "Think we can catch them again sometime?"
"I hope so," Sean answered. "I can't believe she TALKED to man!"
"Did you SEE the way she caught those knives?" Rico gushed. "I thought she was done!"
Andrew grinned slowly. "You were right about this show, dude. I am so glad you dragged me here."
"We told you guys," Billy said. "We need to tell the other boys. This is too good to keep to ourselves."
"Yeah," Chuck agreed. "Everyone's gonna want to see her."
Andrew frowned at that. He wasn't sure he liked that idea.