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The Road Less Traveled	By : Esquirella Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As eager as she was for her title match, the day crept up sooner than Rio expected and she found herself backstage at another Warrior Series arena in Southern California. She was bending and flexing her muscles in seclusion, as was her usual routine. Shaking herself out, she held some deep breaths to calm her nerves. It wasn't the current champion that had her on edge, but her WWE fans in the audience, particularly Son, on, Jeff and Andrew.

She'd spoken to Shannon the day before as agreed and he told her that Jeff had asked Sean where the Series would be. As luck would have it, the arena was about forty miles from where Smackdown was being filmed and twenty-five miles from RAW's scheduled event. Jeff had emailed that he and Andrew were meeting up with Shannon to go to the show. Shannon told her on the phone that he couldn't wait to see her win. She didn't know why that had made her jumpy, but it did.

With a final shoulder stretch, she took her place on top of the ramp and waited for her music to hit soo soon as it did, she launched herself down the steel plank and into the ring. The crowd roared loudly as Rio slanted them a wide golden grin and leaned into her customary bow. Hearing a high- pitched whistle she turned and locked eyes with Shannon who stanstanding in the front row beside a bouncing Jeff. Andrew, Sean and Billy were also clapping enthusiastically from Jeff's other side. She quirked the corner of her mouth up andned ned back to the ramp waiting for Fury to grace her with his presence. She didn't wait long.

Fresh from his title defense with Hellhound, Fury blazed a path to the ring to the beat of a loud metal tune Rio had never heard before. He slid under the ropes and stood to tower over Rio in a menacing stance. He was about six and a half feet tall and was dressed in a red one-piece leotard with golden flame appliqués sewed onto it. His entire face was hidden by a red satin head mask with dark plastic covering his eyes, his long red locks spilled from the back. The golden Series title belt around his waist shined. As was the norm for manympiompions, he did not remove it preferring to wear it at all times, even in the ring. Rio felt the rage burning off from his skin and took a moment to absorb it before pacing to the opposite side of the ring.

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"Wha's she doin'?" Shannon whispered to Jeff.

"I think i's 'er routine t' pace b'fo' th' match starts," Jeff said. He'd only seen her in a Series' match once before so he was guessing, but it seemed logical to him. "She did tha' at th' otha sho' I went to wit' Matt."

Shannon grunted at the mention of Matt's name and Jeff turned to look at his friend. "Wha's a matta?"

"I feel kinda guilty 'bout ditchin' 'im today," Shannon said.

"Why?" Jeff snorted. "I's not like he'da wan'ed t' come."

"I think 'e feels bad 'bout wha' happened. An' now 'e probally thinks 'e's alone 'cause I'm witchew."

""E's not," Jeff said, turning back to watch the two fighters in the ring. "Least no' tonight." He could feel Shannon still looking at him, waiting for an explanation. "I didn' tell Shane where Drew an' I were goin' bu' suggested he meet Matt somewhere 'cause they 'aven't seen each otha inna while."

"Smooth, big bro," Shannon said as his eyes returned to Rio. Jeff grinned.

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Rio circled her opponent warily. She knew better than to underestimate a rival, especially a champion. Fury watched her closely as well. Rio knew he felt this match was an insult to him, but he didn't play head games like the others. He rarely spoke at all, in fact. When he was given a match, he went through it without complaint. That's how he disposed of Hellhound on Thursday and that's evidently what he planned to do to Rio tonight. He casually paced in a corner opposite Rio, but she could see his tensed muscles. This one wasn't g tog to dismiss her easily. No, he would fight her as she was any other opponent, which meant he'd be a unique challenge. Rio smiled at him benignly, strangely relishing the thought.

Fury stopped pacing when he saw her smile. He was going to attack, she thought to herself. She readied for the assault, tensing her leg muscles and cracking her neck to the side. Fury suddenly charged her at top speed. Rio back flipped onto the nearest turnbuckle and waited for him to fall out of the ring and onto his stomach, which he did. The wind was knocked out of him from landing on his massive belt. She jumped off of her mounting and onto his back, grabbing his head and ramming it hard onto the floor.

She then flipped back to a standing position and readied herself for Fury's next assault. And it wasn't long in coming as he stood almost immediately after the impact. Fury was extremely hardcore and could take heavier bumps than Rio had just given him. He advanced on her quickly and she slid back into the ring.

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"Shit, Jeff,"nnonnnon exclaimed, completely taken by surprise with the force of the violence. "Ya neva warned me 'bout this!"

"She hasta be this bad t' be that good," Jeff said calmly.

"How do these fights usually end?" Shannon asked.

"When one guy submits or is too injured to go on," Andrew answered him from Jeff's other side.

Jeff noted Shannon's look of horror. "Hey, I don' like it eitha, Shanny, an' I was hopin' t' git 'er outta here. Bu' while she is here, she hasta survive."

"Survive? She's gonna kill 'er soul b'fo' I can saver!"

Jeff turned towards him with a serious look on his face that Shannon didn't quite trust. "Wha's goin' on, li'l bro?"

"Nuthin'," Shannon answered.

"Don't lie t' me," Jeff growled. "Whatcha up to?"

Andrew noticed the exchange and quickly focused on Shannon as well. Jeff appeared not to see, or was unconcerned with his Canadian friend's attention towards his smaller Carolinian brother.

"I jus' wanna saver, Jeff," Shannon sighed. "I already promis'd ya I won' hurt 'er."

Jeff searched his face for a long time then nodded solemnly and turned his attention back to the match. "Okay, we'll do it yo' way fo' now."

Andrew grumbled something unintelligible and looked away as well.

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Rio tracked Fury's movements behind her mirrored glasses. She had been parrying and flipping for about forty minutes and was beginning to feel the first effects of fatigue. She would catch a glimpse of Jeff or Shannon out of the corner of her eyes from time to time, but couldn't afford to divide her attention now. Fury wanted to destroy her and would take the first opening to break one of her limbs, or possibly even her neck. She knew he wasn't too bothered with causing opponents permanent damage.

He stalked her like a lion, slowly and methodically cornering her. She knew he would pounce again when he thought she could retreat no further. Rio played the game well, too, acting every inch the wary prey. When she was backed against the turnbuckle on the far side of the ring Fury revealed a rare grin and leapt towards her. Rio dropped to floor and rolled out of his way, letting his head hit the bar. She grabbed his ankle and twisted quickly, breaking it. The crowd roared in approval.

Fury groaned in pain, but would not submit so easily. She'd known he would fight through such an injury but she wanted to slow him down so that she didn't waste all of her energy on retreating from various attacks. As he stumbled back to his feet, she swung her body towards him and grabbed him around the waist with her legs, flipping him backwards. While he shook his head to clear it, Rio stalked around him and drove her elbow into the back of his other leg, popping the joint out of place. Fury screamed in pain. Rio grabbed one of his arms and turned it quickly, dislocating the shoulder and breaking the wrist at the same time.

Fury still attempted to stand for an attack, even with two injured legs. Rio grimly waited for him to balance himself. Despite what she'd told Jeff, Andrew and Shannon, she never really became accustomed to seriously injuring people who had done her no wrong. Each time she did, she found herself with a new nightmare to plague her. Others, like Beelz and Grendel, she spared no sympathy for. They thrived on hurting others and deserved no less for themselves.

When Fury stood, Rio sighed then roundhouse kicked him in the stomach. He flew back a few feet and lay motionless on the floor. Rio waited for a moment to see if he would stay down, then walked over to him and tugged the belt from around his waist. She held it up to the crowd, which was collectively giving her a standing ovation.

Medics rushed to the ring to collect the now-former champion as Rio put her championship belt on and flipped over the side, slowly walking to the ramp. Jeff stopped her when she attempted to pass by him and the boys without stopping.

"Where ya goin' without sayin' anythin'?"

"I need to get out of here for a while, Jeff," she said pleadingly. "This match was not like the others."

Andrew and Shannon crowded around them to keep thher her boys from hearing the exchange. Jeff had told her once that Billy and Sean were two of her biggest fans but that they probably couldn't be trusted to keep anything low-key.

"Meet us lata, then," Shannon said and she knew it was a command, not a request. She avoided his intense gaze.

"Not tonight, Shannon."

"Yes, t'night, Rio."

She looked up at him then. His expression brooked no argument. She would meet them later or he would hound her on the phone for it. And he knew she'd still call him. He was aware of what her word meant to her. She wondered how she'd let herself lose control of that friendship. Looking to Jeff for support she found none. His sharp look suddenly mirrored Shannon's. Damn, she sighed looking back at Shannon, now he's influenced Jeff, too.

"Where?" she finally asked.

"At Jeff an' Drew's hotel," he said still watching her. "Holiday Inn, room 510. We'll b' th' only ththerthere."

Rio gave a short nod and continued up the ramp, turning at the top to give a bow before disappearing into the back.

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Henry was watching from his office in the back. He grimaced when Rio won, but knew that it only sealed her fate. A female champion, he sighed. This would no doubt be viewed as an embarrassment in his circle of friends and fellow fight club owners. Still, the people were loving her at the moment and paid well to see her. He would take advantage and line his pockets while he could. After he was satisfied, she would be taken care of.

He watched the monitor as the camera caught her being stopped briefly by those WWE fighters who came to the show. Curious, he thought. This wasn't the first time they'd come to see her, either. He wondered how close she was to them then decided it made no difference. They couldn't save her now.

The door opened and a dark figure entered the room without much sound. Henry barely glanced over his shoulder as the man approached him.

"Give it a few days for the furor to die down then take care of him," Henry said in a low voice. "No mess either."

The figure nodded as he too watchhe mhe monitor with interest.
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