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The Way to Eden	By : Esquirella Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tara cocked her head to the side as she regarded herself in the full-length mirror of her “dressing room” backstage at the arena. Shannon had slipped in when no one was watching and the door was locked so that they wouldn’t be interrupted. She eyed her silver-painted skin critically looking for any areas she may have missed but found none. She sighed sadly, not sure she was happy that it was so easy to slip back into her old routine. Shannon sat straddling the steel, folding chair in the corner, also watching her sadly. The only things left to don were her latex mask, wig, tooth covers and gloves but she decided she would leave those off until the absolute last minute, preferring to remain herself for as long as possible. Not just for Shannon’s sake, either. Though she felt indebted to Rio she also still found the silver fighter intimidating to her own personality.

Thinking back to when she’d arrived earlier, she gave her reflection a humorless smile. She’d met Serpentina outside, the other already in costume. Tara had worn the same outfit she had the night she’d first encountered Original Sin, so the snakelike fighter would recognize her. Serpentina seemed pleased with the situation and Tara knew she was being underestimated yet again . . . poor, naïve snake. Yeah, right.

Serpentina dragged her over to Sergei to ‘help’ Sin’s sister get a dressing room. The fight club owner looked at the small redhead in sympathy as he pointed out Sin’s old room while taking the CD she handed him for entrance music. When both asked her where Sin was, Tara replied that she forbid her sister to accompany her to the arena and that she also told her she hoped not to see her in the audience. Sergei nodded understandingly while Serpentina’s smirk widened into a malicious grin. ‘Keep it up,’ Tara mentally directed at her. ‘We’ll see who’s standing later on.’ Much as Tara didn’t relish the thought of becoming Rio again, when it came to family, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so to defend them. And Shane was family, as was Eden now.

Justin and Sven had told them earlier that they’d planned to separate to keep watch on what was happening, as they’d done before in Tara’s fight club days. Sven would stay with Eden, who couldn’t be dissuaded from coming, as well as Jeff and Matt. Justin would hide in the shadows in the back, watching for any signs of Samuel. Shannon would join him once Tara left for the fight. Todd and Nora would be in the audience as well, but further away from the rest of the family, observing the crowd.

“Ya alrigh’?” Shannon asked softly.

Tara turned to her husband and gave him a small smile. He was being so incredibly gentle with her now. In the past, when they’d first married, she might have been irritated by it. But now Tara knew him so well. He wasn’t patronizing her, she realized. He was accepting her. Not just “Tara” either. Shannon was accepting her reluctant dependence on Rio. He was also working hard to control his rage over what had happened to her in the past, and not just from what Adam Bentley had done. He was livid over everything her foster families had put her through as well, and he’d made sure he quizzed her thoroughly about it back at the hotel before they’d left. He told her he needed to know everything. She was exhausted by the time they’d gone over it all and had to take a small nap before leaving for the arena.

“I’ve been worse,” she finally replied.

“Baby.”

“I’m okay, sweetie. Really.”

“Ya sure?” he asked skeptically.

“Positive.”

“I kno’ I wore ya out wit’ th’ questions.”

“You were right though,” she sighed. “I couldn’t walk out there like that. I might have taken it all out on her.”

“Probally no’,” he shrugged “But why take th’ chance?”

“Exactly.”

He smiled at her as he looked at his watch then got up. “’S almos’ sho’ time.”

“I know,” she replied grimly.

“Don’ worry,” he grinned. “I go’ th’ utmos’ faith in Rio.”

“You do?” she regarded him warily.

“I mos’ certainly do!” he avowed. “She sav’d ya befo’. An’ me, too, ya kno’.” He winked.

“I remember,” she grinned. “But I also remember how hard you fought to tamp her back down once I surfaced.”

“Yeah,” he flushed. “Sorry ‘bout that. Maybe I was jealous.”

“Of who?”

“Of her.”

Tara looked at him like he had grown a pair of wings and was about to fly around the room. She had just finished affixing her golden wig and was gluing on her latex facemask. Her golden tooth covers would be next.

“You want to run that by me again?” she squeaked. “It sounded like you were saying you were jealous of me because of me.”

“Soun’s crazy, huh?” he laughed. “But i’s th’ only way I can ‘xplain it. Once I knew wha’ was underneath th’ tough xterior, I knew th’ only way ta git ta ya was ta git past Rio. Once I did, I was okay.”

“Till she showed up again,” Tara nodded. “I guess I can see the sense in that. Convoluted as it sounds.”

“Yeah, an’ when ya tol’ me ya ‘ad ta become ‘er again, I didn’ kno’ what ta do.”

“Thought I’d find I missed her so much I’d keep her?” Tara teased. “That’s a little narcissistic for me, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Bu’ I didn’ think too clearly till she point’d out ta me on th’ phone tha’ even when ya are her, ya still m’ wife. Scary ‘ow I neva thought a tha’, huh?”

“Scary, but totally Shannon,” she smiled. “You know I could never leave you for anyone, even Rio, right?”

“I knew it then,” he grimaced. “I was jus’ bein’ an ass.”

“Nah,” she argued walking over to him and hugging him tightly. “Just a caring, albeit paranoid, husband.”

He grinned just before he closed his lips over hers, claiming her mouth with his tongue and she could feel the relief and love radiate out of him as he kissed her senseless. They kissed for along moment before there was a gentle knock.

“Three minutes-s-s-s-s-s-s, my dear,” Serpentina hissed through the locked door.

“Aw-right!” Tara barked back in her Texas accent as she stifled Shannon’s chuckle with her silver painted palm. “You go on, an’ I’ll meet ya out there.”

“As-s-s-s you wish-sh-sh-sh!”

They listened for her to pad away before Shannon gave her another peck on the lips and handed her the mirrored glasses.

“Ya go on out there an’ make me proud, Rio baby,” he whispered.

“I was under the impression that I always do,” the Russian replied.

Shannon grinned as he opened the door and snuck out of the dressing room.

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Serpentina waited on the top of the entrance ramp for her theme music to play before running on out to the ring and hopping inside. She would take all of her frustrations out on the woman tonight. She had to make someone pay for what Sin did. Scanning the audience, she rested her eyes on the worried glance of a dark-haired beauty that looked like she could be Original Sin if she donned the mask. Next to her was the ever-colorful Jeff Hardy. ‘Ah, Sin,’ she thought. ‘Poor dear. Now you’ll know what it’s like to watch your sister squirm.’

The snakelike fighter had no remorse for what she was about to do, too caught up in her own rage to care about it. Marina had said she wasn’t the sister she’d grown up with anymore. Perhaps she was right. But Serpentina refused to trouble herself over her sister’s words earlier, choosing to deal with the situation after the match, as a true fighter would.

She knew it would be difficult to change Marina’s mind. But she also doubted Sergei would let her come back after she did what she planned to do tonight. Maybe he wouldn’t mind too much, but she couldn’t be sure anymore. He regarded her warily ever since Sin left and she wondered if he had something to do with Marina’s plight. No matter. After tonight, she will undoubtedly have made a name fore herself in the underground fight club world and would have no difficulty getting another job if she wanted it. The only question was, would she want one if Marina forced the issue. She sighed and looked up at the entrance waiting for her victim.

Music suddenly sounded though the speakers and Serpentina rubbed her hands together in anticipation, not really paying attention to the song. But the audience did, for they all shot to their feet before the other fighter even reached the ramp. Serpentina was confused. This kind of reaction was reserved only for the stars, and never had it been this loud. She looked back to the ramp nervously then paled beneath her green body paint.

On the ramp, and walking down to the ring with purpose, was an opponent no one ever thought they would see in action again. Could it be? No, she was retired last Serpentina heard. The small, delicate-looking silver fighter approached the ring with a smirk and flipped herself inside it, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was who she appeared to be.

“Well now,” Rio Angele smiled. “I guess I will finally be able to add ‘snake charmer’ to my resume.”

Serpentina stood rooted to her spot, suddenly paralyzed with fear.
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