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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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"Drew, tell him!" Sean ordered, exasperated with the skepticism displayed by their brawny blonde colleague.

Andrew swore softly under his breath. He still didn't want to share his newfound hobby with all of the others, though he was hard pressed to explain why. But he knew that Sean wasn't giving up. When Sean got interested in something, he really liked to share his excitement. Andrew wasn't angry with Sean, though. He admired his smaller friend's enthusiasm.

"He's not bullshitting you, Jay," Andrew finally said. "This girl can really fight."

"Yeah, and it doesn't hurt that she has a thing for you," Sean said, grinning.

Jay smirked at Andrew with interest. "Does my partner have a new little admirer," he cooed. "Aw, that's sweet!"

"It wasn't LIKE that, Sean," Andrew sighed in disgust. "She answered my question before she left. That's all. We do it hundreds of times ourselves!"

"What do we do hundreds of times?" Lance asked as he joined the group.

"Nothing," Andrew growled. Lance shrugged.

"Hey, Lance," Sean greeted him. "Do you wanna check out this underground fighting club with some of us tonight? It's right here in town and there's this incredible girl in it who really kicks ass."

Lance exchanged skeptical looks with Jay. "And why would I want to see a rip-off Indy show?" he asked. Jay's smirk returned.

"It's NOT an Indy show!" Sean exploded, looking at Andrew for support. Lance and Jay followed his stare. Andrew shook his head, annoyed.

"Trust me, man," he said, meeting Lance's piercing gaze. "This is definitely not Indy wrestling. It's real. Bones break. She's for real."

Lance shrugged again. "Okay, why not? I never sleep after RAW anyway. Let's get Jericho to come, too. I'm sure it'll be right up his alley."

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Rio found herself prowling around another empty arena. This time, she would be fighting in the US. It was always interesting when Henry put on a show in the US. The fighters knew that as long their boss greased the appropriate palms, it was almost as if they weren't in America at all.

She was not in her fighting gear yet, choosing to blend into the bustling city rather than attract unwanted attention. Her shoulder length dark, blonde hair was pulled back by a headband and she wore no make up, allowing her skin the rare chance to breathe.

She expected the crowd to be larger than usual tonight. It had been a very long time since the club moved through the US and it had many loyal US fans.

Henry was less angry with her over the Goliath incident than she expected him to be. He congratulated her and gave her the next few nights off. When she returned, he'd given her a light match to keep her in the spotlight, but not to overly exert her. This made Rio very wary of her next serious opponent. Henry was not known for his benevolence. She knew he would try to destroy her again soon. He tried to lull her into a false sense of security. The calm before the storm, to use a cliché.

Rio wondered briefly about the woman who crossed him so, making him into the lovable human being he was today. Then she decided it didn't matter and turned her attention back to the ring for one last glance, then slipping out the back door into the adjoining alley.

She was told she would not know who her opponent was until tonight, when she faced him. That indicated that tonight would be the night Henry tried to rid himself of her for good. Too bad for whomever it was that Henry had chosen. He would not be successful. She wasn't finished with her task yet.

Rio had just dropped herself onto the bed in her motel room when her cell phone vibrated. She always left the ringer off. It would never do to have the phone announce her presence.

"Hello," she answered, still using the Russian accent.

"It's good to hear your voice," the man on the line said.

"Justin," she smiled. "You are in town then?"

"Yes, we both are," he answered in his velvety smooth voice. It was devoid of any discernable accent.

"Is Sven with you as well?" she asked, knowing the answer already. Her instructors were inseparable. She dared not point it out to them though. They had saved her and trained her to fight to protect herself, but that was as close as they would allow her to get. She had her suspicions about their relationship as well as their former professions, but would never ask.

"He is."

"Why are you two here?" she asked curiously. She had not expected to see them again. It had been over a year since they'd left her. They had given her the cell phone and called a couple of times to make sure she was still alive, but she hadn't seen them.

"You know why, small one," he answered softly.

Rio was stunned by the endearment. He hadn't used it since before he began training her. "No, Justin," she answered quietly, "I'm sure I do not."

"We did not save you and train you just to let you get yourself killed."

"I am fine."

"You are not," he said. "Your opponents are getting more and more dangerous. That scum who pays you will not let you get any further."

Rio did not respond to him right away. He waited patiently on the line. Her mind raced to try to find an answer that would placate him. She knew none would. Justin would not be fooled by her assurances. Finally, she sighed audibly.

"Justin, I am not trying to die anymore," she said, truthfully. "I am trying to rebuild my life."

"Not in a smart way, either," he retorted.

"I need to pay off Ben's medical bills. You know how much they were. I can't let them take my house away me. me. He bought it for me and it's all I have left."

Now it was Justin's turn to sigh. "You know we would have done that for you, small one. It would have saved us so much trouble."

Again, Rio was stunned. She would never have asked her two saviors for money anyway, but to know that they would have been willing to give it to her was something of a shock. "I needed to do this on my own. And the fight club pays very well."

"It should," Justin scoffed. "You help that little shit make a ton of money."

"I promise I am being careful," she said softly.

"I know you are, baby," he said. "I have been watching you."

Rio reeled inwardly. How could he have been watching her without her knowing? She'd sensed nothing. "For how long?"

"Since we left you. We are never far from you," he went on. "You're like family to us. We would never truly leave you alone."

Somehow, she felt oddly comforted by this. "When can I see you both?" she asked.

"Not yet," he answered. "Don't worry, though. We'll always be near. I'll stay in touch, baby."

She heard a click, and listened for the dial tone before she hung up.
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