Black Heart Queen

Inspired by the song "Black Heart Queen" by Gallows

Summary: Randy Orton is the Viper, the WWE's Apex Predator. He's the one to be feared. When Jordyn is hired as the new Diva, it is quickly discovered that she's just as evil as he is, if not worse. She doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything. She does what she has to for herself. The two immediately butt heads. But the Viper finds himself becoming more intrigued by her, and he develops feelings for her. Can he find a way to show her the two of them can co-exist? Or has he been one upped for the last time?

Randy's cold eyes glared at the female whose back was to him. "Who the fuck are you?" he sneered.

The mystery woman whipped her head up, turning to catch his eyes, as her own glare pierced him. "Who the fuck are you?" she spat in reply, brining a hand onto her hip.

"I asked you first."

"I don't give a fuck," she retorted.

Randy was confused. He didn't know who this woman was, but her attitude certainly caught him off guard. Everyone usually cowered down when the Viper spoke. This chick went right back at him.

"I'm Randy fucking Orton."

"Well, Randy Fucking Orton, I'm Jordyn fucking Shadows," she growled, mocking him.

"So you're the new chick I'm supposed to be teaming with?" he asked, eyeing her. She had on a pair of tight black, low-rise pants with a black push-up bra-like top with a red lace overlay. She had on black knee-high wrestling boots. Her dark chocolate hair was down and reached her waist. Jordyn's makeup was dark, giving her eyes a more sinister look. He observed the black tribal tattoos that decorated both sets of ribs with red roses intertwined. Both sides met at the small of her back with one large rose in the center of her lower back. She had various other tattoos decorating her body. She was quite appetizing to the eyes…if he had not been so tempted to rip her head off.

"I guess so," she replied.

"Well, don't fuck it up out there for me," he warned her.

"Fuck you. I'm not gonna fuck anything up, aside from Melina's world when I meet her in that ring. You better watch it because if you insist on pissing me off, I'll fuck you up, too," she threatened him.

"Do you think I'm honestly afraid of you?" he scoffed.

Jordyn walked up to him and got in his face, though she was much shorter than him. "Maybe you're not, but you should be."

He snorted a laugh. "And why is that, little girl?" he mocked her.

"Because I don't fucking like you," she growled, a snarl curling up on her top lip.

"I don't give a shit," he replied.

Jordyn roughly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, causing him to hunch over slightly. "Watch your fucking back, asshole."

Randy pulled away from her. "Fuck you, you bitch."

A smirk crossed her face, as she placed both hands on her hips. "I'm gonna make your life a living hell just for my own personal enjoyment."

"I have no problem laying an RKO on you," he warned her, as he glared at the woman standing before him.

"And I have no problem laying one on you," she replied. "Like I said, watch your back, dickhead." With that Jordyn turned around and walked away from Randy, whose eyes were still stuck on her with his icy glare. He didn't know who the hell this chick was, but he sure as hell didn't like her. And he was supposed to team up with her? That was going to work out really well…