Title: The Road Less Traveled (7/?)
Author: Esquirella
Rating: R (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. (Unfortunately. They are so cute!)
Synopsis: Rio sees more fans than she expects.
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Rio worked through her pre-fight routine in the shadows of the backstage. She was always careful to be very quiet, not wanting to tempt any of the other fighters into an unplanned, backstage performance. It would break her concentration and threaten her safety.
She was pulling out of her last movement when she heard voices approaching from somewhere in front of her. Heavy boots sounded as the men passed the crates that hid her.
"Henry must really hate the little bitch," one gruff voice announced.
"What the fuck do you care?" answered a deeper, more even tone. Rio recognized him as Beelz, short for Beelzebub. One of Henry's more sinister henchmen "I'm the one who gets to deliver the back-breaker."
"Yeah," laughed the first man. "Literally."
"You know what to do, right?"
"Yeah, Beelz, he told me," gruff voice said. "I distract her by interfering and you take her out."
Beelz chuckled softly. "She's getting off easy. Good thing Henry doesn't believe in killing girls."
Rio smiled as she heard their retreating footsteps. 'THAT'S his plan?' she thought. Even if she hadn't known about it, it would never have worked. Sven had trained her well to use her senses to their ultimate abilities. Beelz wouldn't have gotten within three feet of her before she took him down. Now that she knew, of course, she fully intended to take him out as well.
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"Oh MAN!" Sean whined. "Would you look at all these people? We are SO lucky they still had some front row tickets available."
"Lucky?" Lance exclaimed incredulously. "That was highway robbery! I'm surprised there were any sold at all! Of course, they were probably laughing their asses off after you bought them out."
"Hey, we still had to stick some guys in the second row," Sean said, waving apologetically to Matt, Jeff and Amy across the arena. Jeff waved back and Matt shrugged, unconcerned.
"Yeah, well, this had better be worth it," quipped Chris from Lance's left. "I can't believe I let you assclowns talk me into this."
"I can't believe you actually use that word in public," Lance quipped right back.
"Quiet!" Jay said, mockingly, from Sean's right. "Drew is getting ready to greet his girl."
"Will you shut the fuck up already?" Andrew growled.
"Hey, good thing she's Russian," Sean grinned. "She might have taken offense to your new gimmick otherwise."
Andrew sent him a scorching glare as the music started.
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Rio paced slowly backstage, waiting for her match. She was not concerned about Beelz and his friend. That was something she would easily handle. She was nervous about Justin and Sven. She now knew without doubt that they would be there tonight and had been at every previous match she'd had. She hoped she did not disappoint them. Needing to calm herself, she stopped and performed some deep breathing exercises.
Soon, the first few matches were over and she Beelz's music playing down at ringside. Jack approached her and motioned for her to take her place at the top of the ramp. He glanced at her knowingly, thinking she was surprised at finding out who her opponent was to be tonight. She gave him a large golden grin and he scowled. She laughed as her music hit, then she glided down the ramp into the arena.
As she leaned into her customary bow, she noticed that the same wrestling guys were in the front row again, and they were joined by some others . . . many others, in fact. The dark-haired one was on his feet cheering, as was the tall blonde with whom she had briefly spoken. Two other blondes were clapping half-heartedly and another man with a crew-cut, just regarded her quizzically. 'Lance Storm?' she mused. 'Christian and Chris Jericho? This is too weird!'
Rio kicked up the corner her mouth briefly before turning her attention to the monstrosity in the ring. He was all business, jogging in place and cracking his neck. Rio shook her head and smiled. This was going to fun.
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Lance could not believe what he was seeing. These matches were, indeed, brutal. Unnecessarily so, as a matter of fact. He'd seen no less that four compound fractures and every fighter who lost went away with some type of serious injury that would more than likely affect that individual for the rest of his life. The amount of blood spilled in the ring so far could have supplied a transfusion. Now he stood and watched as a tiny woman of no more than 110 pounds, and that was overestimating, took on an animal at least four times her size. This wasn't right. It wasn't right at all.
Chris looked over to Lance and raised his eyebrows in silent agreement. He was still trying to figure out what Sean and Andrew saw in this activity.
Jay just frowned deeply. This did not look good for the small silver babe. 'Yeah,' he decided, 'she definitely is a babe under there.' Hey, he was married, he wasn't dead. He didn't know what her face looked like under the silver paint and mask, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on that tiny body. He hoped she would do the sensible thing and forfeit, for her sake.
Sean cheered like a wrestling fan. He didn't care what his friends thought of his behavior. He was having a blast and wanted Rio to know it. He knew fighters like Rio depended on her fans to fuel their fire. He was like that himself.
Andrew clapped and called out her name, encouraging her to topple this latest obstacle. He worried that this monster would be too much for her though. This guy wasn't as big as the last one he'd seen her fight, but he was definitely more deadly. Andrew could see it in the man's eyes, the only part of his face not covered by the red satin mask. He looked at Rio, but her eyes were hidden, as usual, behind her mirrored glasses. 'Please,' Andrew silently pleaded. 'Please kick his ass.'
Rio circled the other fighter carefully, as the match began . . .
Author: Esquirella
Rating: R (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. (Unfortunately. They are so cute!)
Synopsis: Rio sees more fans than she expects.
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Rio worked through her pre-fight routine in the shadows of the backstage. She was always careful to be very quiet, not wanting to tempt any of the other fighters into an unplanned, backstage performance. It would break her concentration and threaten her safety.
She was pulling out of her last movement when she heard voices approaching from somewhere in front of her. Heavy boots sounded as the men passed the crates that hid her.
"Henry must really hate the little bitch," one gruff voice announced.
"What the fuck do you care?" answered a deeper, more even tone. Rio recognized him as Beelz, short for Beelzebub. One of Henry's more sinister henchmen "I'm the one who gets to deliver the back-breaker."
"Yeah," laughed the first man. "Literally."
"You know what to do, right?"
"Yeah, Beelz, he told me," gruff voice said. "I distract her by interfering and you take her out."
Beelz chuckled softly. "She's getting off easy. Good thing Henry doesn't believe in killing girls."
Rio smiled as she heard their retreating footsteps. 'THAT'S his plan?' she thought. Even if she hadn't known about it, it would never have worked. Sven had trained her well to use her senses to their ultimate abilities. Beelz wouldn't have gotten within three feet of her before she took him down. Now that she knew, of course, she fully intended to take him out as well.
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"Oh MAN!" Sean whined. "Would you look at all these people? We are SO lucky they still had some front row tickets available."
"Lucky?" Lance exclaimed incredulously. "That was highway robbery! I'm surprised there were any sold at all! Of course, they were probably laughing their asses off after you bought them out."
"Hey, we still had to stick some guys in the second row," Sean said, waving apologetically to Matt, Jeff and Amy across the arena. Jeff waved back and Matt shrugged, unconcerned.
"Yeah, well, this had better be worth it," quipped Chris from Lance's left. "I can't believe I let you assclowns talk me into this."
"I can't believe you actually use that word in public," Lance quipped right back.
"Quiet!" Jay said, mockingly, from Sean's right. "Drew is getting ready to greet his girl."
"Will you shut the fuck up already?" Andrew growled.
"Hey, good thing she's Russian," Sean grinned. "She might have taken offense to your new gimmick otherwise."
Andrew sent him a scorching glare as the music started.
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Rio paced slowly backstage, waiting for her match. She was not concerned about Beelz and his friend. That was something she would easily handle. She was nervous about Justin and Sven. She now knew without doubt that they would be there tonight and had been at every previous match she'd had. She hoped she did not disappoint them. Needing to calm herself, she stopped and performed some deep breathing exercises.
Soon, the first few matches were over and she Beelz's music playing down at ringside. Jack approached her and motioned for her to take her place at the top of the ramp. He glanced at her knowingly, thinking she was surprised at finding out who her opponent was to be tonight. She gave him a large golden grin and he scowled. She laughed as her music hit, then she glided down the ramp into the arena.
As she leaned into her customary bow, she noticed that the same wrestling guys were in the front row again, and they were joined by some others . . . many others, in fact. The dark-haired one was on his feet cheering, as was the tall blonde with whom she had briefly spoken. Two other blondes were clapping half-heartedly and another man with a crew-cut, just regarded her quizzically. 'Lance Storm?' she mused. 'Christian and Chris Jericho? This is too weird!'
Rio kicked up the corner her mouth briefly before turning her attention to the monstrosity in the ring. He was all business, jogging in place and cracking his neck. Rio shook her head and smiled. This was going to fun.
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Lance could not believe what he was seeing. These matches were, indeed, brutal. Unnecessarily so, as a matter of fact. He'd seen no less that four compound fractures and every fighter who lost went away with some type of serious injury that would more than likely affect that individual for the rest of his life. The amount of blood spilled in the ring so far could have supplied a transfusion. Now he stood and watched as a tiny woman of no more than 110 pounds, and that was overestimating, took on an animal at least four times her size. This wasn't right. It wasn't right at all.
Chris looked over to Lance and raised his eyebrows in silent agreement. He was still trying to figure out what Sean and Andrew saw in this activity.
Jay just frowned deeply. This did not look good for the small silver babe. 'Yeah,' he decided, 'she definitely is a babe under there.' Hey, he was married, he wasn't dead. He didn't know what her face looked like under the silver paint and mask, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on that tiny body. He hoped she would do the sensible thing and forfeit, for her sake.
Sean cheered like a wrestling fan. He didn't care what his friends thought of his behavior. He was having a blast and wanted Rio to know it. He knew fighters like Rio depended on her fans to fuel their fire. He was like that himself.
Andrew clapped and called out her name, encouraging her to topple this latest obstacle. He worried that this monster would be too much for her though. This guy wasn't as big as the last one he'd seen her fight, but he was definitely more deadly. Andrew could see it in the man's eyes, the only part of his face not covered by the red satin mask. He looked at Rio, but her eyes were hidden, as usual, behind her mirrored glasses. 'Please,' Andrew silently pleaded. 'Please kick his ass.'
Rio circled the other fighter carefully, as the match began . . .