Title: The Road Less Traveled (9/?)
Author: Esquirella
Rating: R (for violence)
Disclaimer: I own the Rio character and have written other stories with
her. I own all non-WWE characters. But I do not own the wrestlers who
appear below and/or in previous/upcoming installments.
Content Warning: This is a story contains an extremely violent fight scene.
Synopsis: After the fight, the WWE stars decide to go to a nearby club for
a quick drink and to discuss what they've just seen. Unfortunately, some
Warrior Series fighters had the same idea and decide that a quick way to
impress their boss would be through taking down a WWE performer. Now what?
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"Well we did make it t' a club after all," Matt smiled as he handed Jeff a bottle of beer. Amy sat on a bar stool on Matt's other side.
Jeff smiled before taking a swig. "I coulda gone back t' th' room, Matt," he said for the third time. "I know it's late and we gotta get up early tomorrow."
Matt smiled again and swigged from his own bottle. "All th' guys came," he said. "Anyhow, who could sleep after that?"
"Yeah, it was incredible," Amy said. "I wonder where she learned t' fight like that."
Andrew suddenly appeared behind Jeff's left shoulder. "So how'd you guys like it?" he asked, staring holes through the back of Jeff's head.
Amy and Matt exchanged amused looks. "You were right," Matt answered, turning his eyes back to Andrew, who was still glaring at Jeff's orange locks. "It was amazin'."
"How about you, Pumpkin Head?"
"I liked it fine, Drew," Jeff said, turning to face Andrew. He regarded him for a long moment before continuing. "Why do I get th' feelin' you're pissed at me?"
Andrew flushed and walked away shaking his head.
"Somebody's jealous of Jeffy," Amy sang teasingly. Matt snickered.
Jeff paid no attention to them, watching Andrew walk to the other side of the club.
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"Look at all of these wrestlers here," a burly-looking, dark haired man said to his equally brawny, red headed companion.
"Yeah, they were at the show," the redhead shrugged. "What of it?"
"Well, you know how Henry says we aren't aggressive enough for the main events, right?"
The redhead nodded.
"Well," dark hair continued, "we could take one of them out and he wouldn't be able to refuse us a shot."
The redhead frowned. "But wouldn't we get into a shit load of trouble for that? This ain't South America, Grendel."
"Yeah, but if we hit 'em quick and get out quick, nobody'll be the wiser. We're wearing masks!"
"Yeah, but how'll Henry know we did it if we leave?"
"The way we hit 'em, he'll know."
Redhead scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Which ones do we get?"
Dark hair looked around the club slowly, spotting the threesome at the bar. "They're away from the rest of the pack and they're smaller. How about it?"
Redhead grinned. "Lead the way . . ."
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Matt and Amy were too preoccupied with their conversation to notice the two masked men approaching, but Jeff saw them. He put down his beer bottle and turned to face them. Matt, noticing the change in his brother's posture, looked up and straightened to face the newcomers as well.
"Can we help you . . . gentlemen?" Amy asked warily from her stool. Matt moved closer to stand protectively in front of her.
"Yeah," the dark haired masked man said. "We were just wondering how you liked our little show. Being how you're all such big TV stars and all, we were curious."
Jeff and Matt stared the two down, not responding. Amy glanced from one to the other, then she said, "We were very impressed."
"That's good to hear," the red headed masked man said, slanting Amy an evil looking grin. "We try very hard to please our fans."
"I'm sure ya do," she muttered.
Suddenly, the dark haired man grabbed Jeff's left arm and pushed him face first into the nearest table, whose occupants yelped and hurried to get away. He held him down, laughing. Matt stepped forward to help his brother, but the redhead shoved him back against the bar.
"Sorry to inconvenience you," he said coldly. "But you present us with an irresistible opportunity."
Amy shrieked for help from the other wrestlers as she tried to pull the redhead off Matt. He grabbed her with one hand and shoved her to the floor.
"Well THAT wasn't very nice, Sinbad," said a female voice with a Russian accent.
Redhead looked over his other shoulder to see Rio standing there with Grendel lying in a motionless heap at her feet. She was grinning in all her silver glory. Jeff sat in a chair at the table behind her, rubbing his arm. Amy had crawled over to the table and sat in the other chair.
"I would suggest you let go of that man before I make you," she hissed ominously.
"This doesn't concern you, bitch," redhead said, trying to bite back his fear. He'd seen what she'd done to Beelz and Snake Eyes earlier. He wanted no part of her.
"If you think this stunt will make Henry reconsider your position, you are wrong," Rio sighed unhappily, stalking slowly in his and Matt's direction. "This is America, and no matter how many palms he has greased, he will not be able to smooth things over for you. Nor would he try, I suspect."
"Fuck you! What do you know about what Henry will do," redhead growled, now gripping Matt by the throat.
Rio stopped a foot from him and laughed. "Whatever power Henry has in South America pales in comparison to Vince McMahon's here in the states . . . Idiot!"
Rio suddenly grabbed redhead by the throat and jerked him back over her extended leg. He yelped as he fell backwards, letting go of Matt to try to regain his balance. He fell next to Grendel, who was shaking his head by this time, trying to clear the cobwebs that had formed.
"I think you have just worn out your welcome here," Rio said finally. The two men, realizing the opportunity to escape was at hand, took their leave.
"Rio?" Andrew called softly as he approached the group with Sean, Chris, Jay and Lance on his heels.
Rio turned to face him, flashing him a brilliant golden smile. "Hello again, Andrew."
"You know my name?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Rio smiled again. "Yes, I know your name . . . Test."
The rest of the guys erupted into a fit of chuckles. Rio turned back around to Jeff, Matt and Amy. "Are you all okay?"
They nodded silently.
"I thought you would get into trouble tonight," Rio said, locking her mirrored eyes with Jeff's.
"How did you know?" Jeff asked.
Rio grinned widely at the younger Hardy. "Because you are Jeff Hardy. I just knew. Do me favor now please?"
Jeff looked back at her sheepishly. "If I can."
"Try to stay out trouble for the rest of the night," Rio said, again grinning. "I could use a rest after that last match."
Jeff gave her an equally wide grin. "Okay. We'll go back t' th' hotel just so you don't hafta worry."
Rio laughed softly. "That would be nice," she said, running a finger down the side of his jaw. She turned back to see Andrew glaring at Jeff again. "Stop that," she admonished, touching his hand briefly. He looked at her, surprised, then gave her a small smile.
She grinned again, then turned and walked out the door.
"Man is she cool, or what?" Sean asked to no one in particular.
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"Well we did make it t' a club after all," Matt smiled as he handed Jeff a bottle of beer. Amy sat on a bar stool on Matt's other side.
Jeff smiled before taking a swig. "I coulda gone back t' th' room, Matt," he said for the third time. "I know it's late and we gotta get up early tomorrow."
Matt smiled again and swigged from his own bottle. "All th' guys came," he said. "Anyhow, who could sleep after that?"
"Yeah, it was incredible," Amy said. "I wonder where she learned t' fight like that."
Andrew suddenly appeared behind Jeff's left shoulder. "So how'd you guys like it?" he asked, staring holes through the back of Jeff's head.
Amy and Matt exchanged amused looks. "You were right," Matt answered, turning his eyes back to Andrew, who was still glaring at Jeff's orange locks. "It was amazin'."
"How about you, Pumpkin Head?"
"I liked it fine, Drew," Jeff said, turning to face Andrew. He regarded him for a long moment before continuing. "Why do I get th' feelin' you're pissed at me?"
Andrew flushed and walked away shaking his head.
"Somebody's jealous of Jeffy," Amy sang teasingly. Matt snickered.
Jeff paid no attention to them, watching Andrew walk to the other side of the club.
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"Look at all of these wrestlers here," a burly-looking, dark haired man said to his equally brawny, red headed companion.
"Yeah, they were at the show," the redhead shrugged. "What of it?"
"Well, you know how Henry says we aren't aggressive enough for the main events, right?"
The redhead nodded.
"Well," dark hair continued, "we could take one of them out and he wouldn't be able to refuse us a shot."
The redhead frowned. "But wouldn't we get into a shit load of trouble for that? This ain't South America, Grendel."
"Yeah, but if we hit 'em quick and get out quick, nobody'll be the wiser. We're wearing masks!"
"Yeah, but how'll Henry know we did it if we leave?"
"The way we hit 'em, he'll know."
Redhead scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Which ones do we get?"
Dark hair looked around the club slowly, spotting the threesome at the bar. "They're away from the rest of the pack and they're smaller. How about it?"
Redhead grinned. "Lead the way . . ."
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Matt and Amy were too preoccupied with their conversation to notice the two masked men approaching, but Jeff saw them. He put down his beer bottle and turned to face them. Matt, noticing the change in his brother's posture, looked up and straightened to face the newcomers as well.
"Can we help you . . . gentlemen?" Amy asked warily from her stool. Matt moved closer to stand protectively in front of her.
"Yeah," the dark haired masked man said. "We were just wondering how you liked our little show. Being how you're all such big TV stars and all, we were curious."
Jeff and Matt stared the two down, not responding. Amy glanced from one to the other, then she said, "We were very impressed."
"That's good to hear," the red headed masked man said, slanting Amy an evil looking grin. "We try very hard to please our fans."
"I'm sure ya do," she muttered.
Suddenly, the dark haired man grabbed Jeff's left arm and pushed him face first into the nearest table, whose occupants yelped and hurried to get away. He held him down, laughing. Matt stepped forward to help his brother, but the redhead shoved him back against the bar.
"Sorry to inconvenience you," he said coldly. "But you present us with an irresistible opportunity."
Amy shrieked for help from the other wrestlers as she tried to pull the redhead off Matt. He grabbed her with one hand and shoved her to the floor.
"Well THAT wasn't very nice, Sinbad," said a female voice with a Russian accent.
Redhead looked over his other shoulder to see Rio standing there with Grendel lying in a motionless heap at her feet. She was grinning in all her silver glory. Jeff sat in a chair at the table behind her, rubbing his arm. Amy had crawled over to the table and sat in the other chair.
"I would suggest you let go of that man before I make you," she hissed ominously.
"This doesn't concern you, bitch," redhead said, trying to bite back his fear. He'd seen what she'd done to Beelz and Snake Eyes earlier. He wanted no part of her.
"If you think this stunt will make Henry reconsider your position, you are wrong," Rio sighed unhappily, stalking slowly in his and Matt's direction. "This is America, and no matter how many palms he has greased, he will not be able to smooth things over for you. Nor would he try, I suspect."
"Fuck you! What do you know about what Henry will do," redhead growled, now gripping Matt by the throat.
Rio stopped a foot from him and laughed. "Whatever power Henry has in South America pales in comparison to Vince McMahon's here in the states . . . Idiot!"
Rio suddenly grabbed redhead by the throat and jerked him back over her extended leg. He yelped as he fell backwards, letting go of Matt to try to regain his balance. He fell next to Grendel, who was shaking his head by this time, trying to clear the cobwebs that had formed.
"I think you have just worn out your welcome here," Rio said finally. The two men, realizing the opportunity to escape was at hand, took their leave.
"Rio?" Andrew called softly as he approached the group with Sean, Chris, Jay and Lance on his heels.
Rio turned to face him, flashing him a brilliant golden smile. "Hello again, Andrew."
"You know my name?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Rio smiled again. "Yes, I know your name . . . Test."
The rest of the guys erupted into a fit of chuckles. Rio turned back around to Jeff, Matt and Amy. "Are you all okay?"
They nodded silently.
"I thought you would get into trouble tonight," Rio said, locking her mirrored eyes with Jeff's.
"How did you know?" Jeff asked.
Rio grinned widely at the younger Hardy. "Because you are Jeff Hardy. I just knew. Do me favor now please?"
Jeff looked back at her sheepishly. "If I can."
"Try to stay out trouble for the rest of the night," Rio said, again grinning. "I could use a rest after that last match."
Jeff gave her an equally wide grin. "Okay. We'll go back t' th' hotel just so you don't hafta worry."
Rio laughed softly. "That would be nice," she said, running a finger down the side of his jaw. She turned back to see Andrew glaring at Jeff again. "Stop that," she admonished, touching his hand briefly. He looked at her, surprised, then gave her a small smile.
She grinned again, then turned and walked out the door.
"Man is she cool, or what?" Sean asked to no one in particular.