A/N: Don't own a thing. Just Tamara. I'd like to thank xGoToSleepx & three days grace luver for their recent reviews. Much appreciated! I'm a little iffy on this chapter, but I did write this one at one in the morning.
Without further ado, I present to you chapter four of...
Drag Me To Hell
Chapter Four
Tamara cackled to herself wildly as she locked up her private locker room with her duffel bag over her shoulder. She had gotten the ultimate revenge on Barb by kicking the shit out of her on live television, told Eve that if she didn't want her money making face rearranged then she'd better leave her the hell alone, told Orton off twice, and she sent Nick and Jake down the hall with their tails between their legs. Not to mention the fact that she had apparently scared the shit out of Cody and Ted.
She chuckled as she walked down the deserted halls toward the parking lot. Barb; taken care of. Nick and Jake; also taken care of. Orton...eh, she'll take him down when she was ready. But she'd have to be careful. Orton was a fierce competitor, too. If she wanted to take him down then she'd do it in the ring. For now, she'd just relish in the fact that she had verbally schooled him. Twice.
Tamara took out her keys and unlocked her car while singing Papa Roach's "I Almost Told You That I Loved You", softly to herself. Tonight had been one hell of a night, but she wasn't stopping there. Nope. Vince had already given her the go-ahead to get her revenge just as long as it wasn't outside the arena, and just as long as she didn't put them in the hospital. She slid into the driver seat and tossed her bag in the back. She could deal with that. The redhead shut her door and started up her car, the radio blaring her new theme song. She widely grinned as she sped off toward the hotel singing "Drag Me To Hell" at the top of her lungs. Tyler Connolly was a fucking fox.
Tamara arrived at the hotel within a half an hour after stopping for a jelly-filled doughnut on the way. She finished the delicious treat as she walked through the doors of the hotel, licking her fingers while checking her cell in the other hand. Apparently a shit ton of fans had blown up her Twitter account telling her how 'fucking awesome' it was to see her in the ring again. A lot of people also complimented her on her new look and theme song. Some nailed her asking why she beat up their precious Kelly Kelly. To that one she replied, 'Because she had it coming.' To the others she replied that Kelly Kelly wasn't the only one who was going down and that they'd have to wait for next week to see her take out her next target. The redhead put her phone away, completely satisfied and wanting to crawl into the bed in her room. Tomorrow morning she was going to get up and do a vigorous workout in the gym.
Tamara called for the elevator and whistled a tune while waiting for it. She looked around and noticed how deathly quiet it was. Not a soul was to be found. She continued to whistle as the elevator dinged open and she stepped in, pushing the button for her floor. Her phone buzzed and she took it out, noticing that she had an update on Twitter. Needless to say, she was pretty surprised when she saw who tweeted about her.
NatByNature: WreakingHavoc, you've shown the whole world tonight that you're #pinupstrong. Keep it up, and the Divas of Doom just might have a place for you.
Tamara let a small noise escape through her nose; a pathetic form of being entertained. When she was out for three years, the redhead still watched the show and still checked her Twitter but never updated. She knew about Nattie and Beth teaming up with each other; calling themselves the Divas of Doom or the Sisters of Salvation or whatever the fuck. Her? Teaming up with two divas who also verbally ganged up on her back in the day? No. Fuck that shit. She was flying solo and the meat headed broads were going to have to deal with it. The redhead wasn't going to bother with a response as she just tucked her phone away back into her pocket. The elevator doors slid open to her floor and she walked to her assigned room with her card in hand. When she got to her room, she slid in the card, opened the door and flipped on the light letting it flood the room.
She immediately shut her door and took out her sleepwear. The redhead was going to sleep soundly tonight! Then a wonderful workout in the morning, pumping weights to her favorite tunes. She chuckled to herself as she slipped into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, and continued to chuckle as she turned off the light and crawl into the nice cool bed. The last thought she had before drifting off to sleep...was her next target at the next show. The man who she had been verbally schooling all night.
Randy Orton.
Phil Brooks was laying in his bed, unable to sleep like usual. His insomnia was horrible. He was lucky if he got three hours of sleep, if even that. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to penetrate through the darkness of his room. He eyed his phone when it lit up and vibrated next to him, telling him that he had received a text. Phil plucked it from his sheets and looked at whom had text him. A small smirk appeared on his face. It was from his little sister. Can't sleep, bro. Talk to me, please?
He let his thumb do the work as it flew across the keys. Alright, kiddo. How's life?
Can't complain, I suppose. I saw you against Del Rio, tonight. You rocked as usual :)
Phil let a real smile grace his face. He and his brother Mike may be estranged, but he loved their sister so much. She was the baby of the family. You know it, kid. I'm the best in the world. ;)
Ya know, you and Jericho both seem to think that. Next thing you know, you'll be getting a muffin top too from your over inflated ego. X]
Phil smirked again. Remind me to put you to sleep the next time I come home, squirt.
XD I'll make a note of it, PJ.
Ooh, she was definitely going to get it the next time he saw her. Phil chuckled as his thumb flew across the keys again. You're such a smart ass, kid.
I learn from the best in the world, don't I?
Ooh, nice save. I'll take two minutes off of your beating, now. Phil enjoyed little sibling banters like this with his sister. He'd never admit it, but it made him sleep a little easier knowing that he had made his sister smile. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew she was smiling.
I bow down to you, oh great Phil Brooks of Chicago!
This made him chuckle a little louder. Lol. Okay, kid.
Sweet. Am I forgiven completely?
Five minutes off your beating.
Argh! NO FAIR! DX
Phil snickered. You know I love you, kiddo.
I know, bro. I'm tired, now. Thanks for talking to me. Love you more, PJ! Night!
Phil smiled an actual smile. Night, kid. The Straight Edge superstar tucked his phone away after setting his alarm for the early morning and curled up to go to sleep. His thoughts somehow ended up at Tamara. He had seen the tweet from Nattie to Tamara, and how she praised her for being 'pinup strong'. He didn't see any responses of any kind from Tamara to the tweet and wondered if she was contemplating on joining the Divas of Doom. If she did, shit was going to get even crazier than it was now with those two. If they had Tamara then only God knows what kind of hell they would raise. Although, he highly doubted that she would join. It seemed like she was on a one woman crusade to destroy the ones who had made her miserable in the past. She didn't seem to need anyone else, but if she decided to join the Divas of Doom...
Phil scoffed. Why in hell was he giving a crap, anyway? Sure he was impressed with her moves and recent major comeback, but what was he thinking about her for? He shook his head and rolled over to finally go to sleep. He was going to pump some iron in the morning. That would get his mind off of things.
Tamara had her ear buds in as she jogged on the treadmill at a steady pace. Exercising this early in the morning gave her a wonderful high. It was six in the morning and nobody else that she knew got up this early to workout. Her mind was currently elsewhere as she stared ahead listening to Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become". It sort of suited her in a way. Over the past three years she had morphed into an animal of sorts. Wreaking havoc as of late and tearing her has-been bullies a new asshole. She smirked as she recalled the look on Barb's face when she vaguely told her who she was and then started pounding on her. Given it wasn't hard to beat the former exhibitionist, it still felt good to put a long awaited beat down on the blonde. She still couldn't get over the fact that she sent Nick and Jake running with their tails between their legs, but they totally had it coming.
Her phone vibrated on the head of the treadmill and she saw that there was another update about her. It was by Elizabeth Kocianski aka Beth Phoenix. TheBethPhoenix: It was #teartime for RealKellyKelly when WreakingHavoc gave her a real beat down last night. The Divas of Doom just might get another recruit.
Tamara heavily rolled her eyes as she continued to jog. No fucking way. Again she didn't respond to the tweet. She just continued to jog.
The redhead decided that she was going to ask Mr. McMahon if she could have a match with Randy Orton. Since she wasn't allowed to pummel him outside of the arena, then she'd pummel him in the ring. It made her jog faster just thinking about it as the music flowed through her. Her mind was so set on wanting to kick the Apex Predator's ass that she didn't even notice that she was grinding her teeth together.
She also didn't notice The Viper enter the gym, either.
Randy spotted the mouthy redhead on the treadmill and a smirk appeared across his face. This was the one and only time he had gotten up this early and who does he find in the hotel gym alone? Tamara Owens. This was his chance to scare her out for good. Without being pressed for time or Vince keeping him at bay, he was allowed to play with the little bitch as much as he wanted. Randy made a beeline for the woman on the treadmill who looked completely focused on her task. He came up behind her and slammed the off button down with his fist. It made Tamara jump as the machine completely stopped and she looked to see who had the balls to interrupt her. Randy's smirk didn't waver as he towered over the woman who stood at 5'9''.
She ripped out her ear buds and threw them down, putting her hands on her hips. "What the fuck, Orton? Why did you do that?"
Randy couldn't help but look Tamara up and down. She was looking pretty hot with the thin film of sweat on her body. The white tank top hugged her breasts and curves with perfection as did her black work out shorts. He looked at her clearly annoyed face to see her quirk an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. "Because I wanted to."
Tamara rolled her eyes. "Whatever, douche bag. Go bother someone else, I'm busy." She grabbed her stuff off the treadmill and Randy watched her walk over to a punching bag where she started to punch the shit out of it.
Randy huffed. She wasn't going to get away that easily. He walked up behind her and when he saw his opening, he grabbed her arms, pinning her wrists together. "What the fuck, Orton?" She screamed. Randy smiled sadistically, putting pressure on her wrists wanting to hurt her. The only thing she did was growl in frustration and started kicking her legs in the air. Randy was trying to maintain his footing as she flailed around. He glanced at the mirror that engulfed the wall and saw the look on Tamara's face. He was expecting to see a look of fright, but it was the total opposite. She was irate. Randy had them face the mirror, and he was about to pin her against it when something very unexpected happened. Well, it surprised him anyway.
Tamara brought her feet up, ran up the mirror and flipped herself over Randy's back. She landed on her feet and Randy whirled around, not knowing what to expect when the redhead kneed him in the groin making him fall to his knees. Tamara seethed as she stood over him. "If you're trying to scare me, it's not going to work, Orton." She snarled. "But since you want to rumble with me so badly, then I'll see you in the ring Monday night." With that she turned on her heel, grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the gym, passing a seemingly surprised Phil Brooks.
Phil watched Tamara storm passed him with steam coming out of her ears. He didn't need to ask, Phil already saw what had taken place. He arrived just in time to see Randy almost pin the redhead against the mirror and then see her flip over him like Cameron Diaz in Charlie's Angels. It was pretty impressive he had to admit. He took a breath as he walked over to Randy who was still on his knees with his head bowed in agony as he held himself pitifully. Phil squatted down to his level.
"Ya know, you really shouldn't have done that, Randal." Phil sighed. "Tamara doesn't seem to be the same scared, quiet girl anymore." Randy coughed, not looking up at the Straight Edge superstar. "I suggest you don't try to do anything like that again." Randy's eyes slowly met with Punk's in a stare down at the unfinished threat. "You heard right, Randal. Ya see, I remember all the shit you and the other assholes in the locker room used to say about her and try to do to her. I may be an ass, but you guys took it too fucking far." Randal's lip sneered, but the Viper didn't move. He was still in pain. "Lay another hand on her and I'll put you to sleep for life. And you know me." Phil stood up, eyes still locked with the Viper's. "I always follow through with my threats."
The Straight Edge superstar walked out of the gym, not really feeling up to par about working out anymore. Phil Brooks may act indifferent towards people, but he grew up knowing that you never lay your hands on a woman.
Ever.
A/N: Like I said, not so sure about this one. But hey, Tamara seemed to unknowingly gain an ally in CM Punk. Expect to read some crazy ass shit in the next chapter. Things will get quite crazy on Monday Night Raw. BOOM!
