A/N: Still don't own anything except Tamara. This chapter kind of blows in my opinion. But that's your call, I guess. I need to start getting angry again, lmfao! I also wrote a useless one-shot about Punk and an OC in three hours while I took a small break from this. I might post it.

I might not.

Who knows..?

Anyway, with further ado, I present to you chapter seven of...


Drag Me To Hell

Chapter Seven

"Oh yeah, right there! Harder! Harder!" Randy Orton's latest lay was currently moaning for him to drive into her without mercy. The leggy blonde with fuck-me curves had practically thrown herself at the famous Viper while he had been sitting at a local bar, not missing the chance to give her the ride of her life in his hotel room.

"You like it when I'm rough, baby?" Randy growled seductively, making the blonde shiver even more than she was now. He knew what his voice could do to a woman who was naive enough to believe that he loved them. They didn't call him the Apex Predator for nothing.

The blonde nodded, a thin film of sweat evident on her face and bare chest. Her plump lips were parted in ecstasy as Randy pounded into her, making her moan with each thrust. They had spent about an hour of foreplay before getting to the main course of the night. The Viper had taken note that she wasn't at all bad at giving head. The next time he was in this city, he'd be sure to look her up. He could always use a good fuck.

Speaking of which, he wouldn't mind taking a crack at the feisty Tamara Owens.

Randy's eyes popped open and he stopped mid-thrust as the blonde climaxed noisily. Did he really just think about fucking the bitch who damn near broke his nose the night before? Nuh-uh. No fucking way.

The blonde below him was panting with a smile on her face, recovering from her high. "That was wonderful, baby." She whispered.

Randy instantly pulled out of her the rest of the way. "Get out." He climbed off her with that far away look in his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the woman.

The blonde's smile fell flat and she propped herself up on her elbows. "What? Why?"

Randy shot a venomous look over his shoulder. "Get. Out." The blonde was out the door in a manner of minutes with her clothes haphazardly thrown on her person, leaving Randy alone to his thoughts.

The redhead suddenly invaded his mind full force. The way she beat the hell out of him last night, the way she screamed when she speared him to the ground, the way her head felt on his chest for that fraction of a second...

"Damn it!" He growled, taking his head in his hands and pressing his palms to his eyes. "Son of a bitch..." Randy wasn't supposed to be thinking about the redhead like he wanted to make love to her. The bitch nearly broke his fucking nose! His psyche, he decided, was now seriously messed up. Oh hell, it had been messed up for quite some time, but this was different. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he had felt a tinge of guilt for yanking on her ankle and smashing her face on the canvas. But that wasn't the only thing he suddenly felt guilty about...

Randy was walking down the hall with his Legacy partners in tow. They had been the most dangerous stable in the WWE and not many people had the balls to confront them, save for very few people but they could easily take them out. They already proved it, anyway.

Someone rounded a corner, bumping into the Viper and looked up at one of the scariest men in the WWE. "I-I'm sorry, M-Mr. Orton." The woman was 5'9'' with raven hair and innocent hazel eyes. The Legend Killer glared at her, completely ignoring her very real apology and slightly pushed her.

"Watch where you're going, dyke." Randy growled. Instantly, tears welled up Tamara's eyes and Randy's sick mind decided that he needed to smirk at her hurt feelings. "Aww, is little Tamara gonna cry?" He mocked as he took a step towards her, making her retreat. His stable mates imitated his actions as they walked towards her.

"N-No..." Tamara's voice cracked as a tear slid down her cheek. Suddenly a very large figure stepped in between Legacy and Tamara, completely blocking her from view as the man in the large trench coat towered over the three men.

"There a problem here, boys?" A raspy voice asked, his arms crossed over his wide chest.

Ted shook his head furiously. "Uh...n-no, sir, Mr. Calaway."

Randy glared up at the Undertaker who cocked an eyebrow in return. "You have somethin' to say, boy?" Randy slowly shook his head, not wanting to get a righteous Tombstone on the hard floor. "Good. Now the three of you leave Tamara alone, or you'll have me to deal with." He growled. "Understand?"

Cody nodded. "Y-Yes, sir." He nudged his leader. "C'mon, Randy, let's get outta here."

Randy's eyes still didn't break from the Undertaker's own. Not until the Deadman rolled his eyes into the back of his head. At that moment, Randy decided to book it with this stable mates. If it's one thing that freaked Randy out, it was Mark Calaway's weird ability to make the front of his eyeballs disappear...

Randy was laying down, now clad in his boxers and a navy blue wife beater with his hands clasped behind his neck. He had been a real fucking jerk to Tamara back then; calling her names that she clearly didn't deserve to be called. Christ, if Taker hadn't intervened, who the hell knows what further damage he and his former stable mates could have caused?

The Viper rubbed his face with his hands harshly, not wanting to think about it at all. "Fuck." He flung his arms out and they uselessly flopped on top of the spread. He felt totally lost. His mother and father had always taught him to never hit a woman, and give her the same respect that she would give to you. Hell, he had a younger sister whom he had defended throughout high school! Him and Nathan both.

So, why did he always disrespect Tamara, push her around, and call her names when she was nothing but nice to everyone else?

Oh yeah. His pride and ego wouldn't allow him to be nice to anyone after he joined the company. After each show, he would use his charms and good-looks to get a ready and willing ring rat into bed. Jesus, he even had his share of the divas in his bed! All except one, of course and all because he thought she was ugly.

Actually, he thought. You're the one who is ugly, Orton.

Randy turned on his side, pulling the comforter around him and curling into a ball. Tamara had every right to break his nose.

She had every right to get up in his face.

She had every right to say fuck you.

And she had every right to a loooong overdue apology.


Phil sat in his locker room after beating the crap out of Bert-o. He was sweaty and had a few bruises on him, but he felt great. That annoying ring announcer wasn't spared either. That little bastard had been put to sleep after he tried attacking him with a chair. Needless to say, he was feeling so damn good. He decided to check his Twitter for a moment, maybe post something about his win. His eyes roamed his phone for a moment before pausing to look at an update that Tamara had posted two hours before the show had started.

WreakingHavoc: TheBethPhoenix & NatByNature – you'll get my answer tonite after Natalya's match against RealKellyKelly.

Phil let out a breath, his mind wandering back to the muscular divas offer to Tamara to join them. He put his phone away after tweeting a quick post about his win and settled in to watch the monitor.

"Well, Cole," King began as he spoke to his fellow commentator. "Natalya and Beth Phoenix, the Divas of Doom, have been asking Havoc, the diva who recently returned after a three year absence, to join them to take over the divas division. What do you say about it?"

Michael Cole was all smug smiles. "Well, I think that Havoc should accept their offer. Beth Phoenix and Natalya are the best divas to ever grace this company, and I think Havoc should feel honored."

Phil rolled his eyes at Cole's comment. Good God, he wished he could put his annoying ass to sleep. King and JR he liked very well, but Cole? Cole was a tool.

King shot the obnoxious commentator a look. "I think Havoc has been doing just fine by herself." He defended. "I mean, did you see the madness when she made Randy Orton's nose bleed? The woman took on two men by herself in a handicap match before the Voice of the Voiceless; CM Punk came into the ring to save her and rightly so, I might add."

"Speaking of which, ladies and gentlemen, let's take you back to last week when Havoc and Punk became impromptu tag team partners against Randy Orton and Dolph Ziggler."

The video played, showing Tamara headbutting Orton in the nose and making it bleed profusely. Phil smirked when he saw her dropkick the bastard in the face to boot. He was a little surprised that they even replayed it without editing it so little kids didn't have to watch. Oh well. Children couldn't be oblivious to violence forever.

The video skipped to the end where Tamara had hoisted Nick onto her shoulders, performing Phil's finisher and then dropping to one knee when she had tweaked it.

"That was some brutal stuff, Cole." King stated.

Cole nodded. "Sure was. But that's not the only thing. There seem to have been a few unanswered tweets from the Divas of Doom to Havoc, saying that they were willing to have her on their side to take over the divas division and as you'll see in this next video ladies and gentlemen, you'll see Natalya and Beth Phoenix approaching Havoc after her match last week. Take a look."

Phil leaned forward as the video played of Tamara limping down the hall. Nat and Beth walked up to her, and Tamara had sighed irritably asking what they wanted. The Divas of Doom began to talk about how good Tamara would go if she joined them. After a moment, the redhead had said, "You'll have my answer next week." The video ended with her limping down the hall, and Phil settled back onto the leather couch as he let a breath out.

"No fucking wonder they kept calling me by my ring name!" Tamara exclaimed as she walked into Phil's locker room, startling the hell out of him. "I had no idea that a camera was anywhere near by!" She plopped herself down beside Phil and ran a hand through her hair. "Ugh, fuck a duck."

Phil raised an eyebrow at the redhead. "Well hello to you too, Tam-Tam." He chuckled.

Tamara shot a look at the Straight Edge superstar for using a ridiculous nickname. Phil's smirk didn't waver. She shook her head. "Anyways, I had meant what I said when I would give them an answer."

"So, what are you going to say?" Phil was generally curious, even if his tone didn't give any hint.

Tamara shrugged. "I dunno, Punk. It's been weighing heavily on my mind since they asked me in person." She paused as she raised an eyebrow at the whole thing. "It...It's a possibility, I guess." She shrugged again. "I dunno."

Phil could tell that the woman was very torn about joining Nat and Beth. "Hey." Tamara looked over at him. "You don't have to decide now. Just wait until Nat and Barb's match is over. Check it out and relax a minute."

Tamara and Phil turned their attention to the monitor just as Barb made her way down to the ring. Nat was already standing inside with Beth giving her a pep talk. When Barb was done with her entrance, the match had gone underway with Barb seemingly dominating the Canadian diva. Phil didn't pay much attention as he kept stealing glances at the redhead beside him who was fixated on the match. The Straight Edger couldn't stop staring at the way she suckled ever so softly on her lower lip in thought. Phil subconsciously licked his own lips as he glanced at Tamara. She suddenly snorted which made Phil focus his attention back to the screen. Luckily it wasn't him who she had snorted at, it was the fact that Barb had done that 'stink face' move on Nat that made her snort. Phil always thought that move was...stripper-like. The fans always seemed to get a kick out of it, but in actuality, not many people thought it was very professional in the locker room.

"I wonder where her bitch friend Eve is?" Tamara wondered aloud. Phil furrowed his brow and sure enough, Eve Torres was nowhere to be found in Barb's corner.

Soon enough after Nat and Barb had exchanged righteous blows, Barb had ultimately gotten the upper hand by using her tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on the Canadian and pinned her for the win. Her victory was short lived when Nat and Beth decided to gang up on her, giving her a crazy beat down. Phil furrowed his brow again. "Uh...isn't that like...Eve's cue to go out there and save her friend?" He asked, very confused.

Phil looked beside him, only to see that the redhead had vanished. "Tam?" About three and a half seconds or so later, he heard a loud mix reaction coming from the monitor and he turned his attention back to it to see Tamara blazing down the ramp at full speed and then dive into the ring. She wasted no time in fighting off the Divas Of Doom like her life depended on it. Phil was thoroughly taken aback as he watched Nat and Beth back up the ramp holding each other with equally confused looks on their faces. Tamara looked down at Barb who was still on her back, holding a hand to her forehead. She went over and grabbed a mic.

"Natalya and Beth Phoenix!" The redhead addressed as she stared the two down. "I thought you two knew better than that? Seriously? Are you guys that sore of losers that you have to cowardly gang up on one person who kicked your ass fair and square?" She pointed at Kelly Kelly who was still trying not to cry on live television from the horrible beat down. "If anything, she was a better champion than you, Beth!" The crowd went nuts. "When she lost, her and Eve didn't gang up on you, did they? No, they didn't! You wanna know why? Because she knows how to take a beating like a real champion!" Tamara screamed. "You're a bunch of cowardly bullies! And in case you're too stupid to comprehend what I'm trying to say to you, my answer to your offer is 'NO'!"

Tamara was red in the face as she dropped the mic, watching the Divas of Doom retreat into the back.

Phil sat back on the couch, looking absolutely floored.


Havoc squatted down next to Kelly Kelly who was still lying on her back. She stared up at the redhead with confusion in her eyes. "Why did you help me?" The blonde whispered.

Havoc arched an indifferent eyebrow. "Because I know what it's like to be bullied. I just decided to do something about it. You understand where I'm coming from?" The blonde nodded again.

"I'm sorry, Havoc. I'm so sorry." She whispered. "Thank you for helping me."

Havoc shook her head. "You're not forgiven. You never will be forgiven." She said, firmly. Havoc took Kelly's hand and helped her to her feet, earning much love from the crowd. "But you're welcome." Kelly nodded shamefully and Havoc's music blasted throughout the arena as the redhead exited the ring and walked up the ramp without another look back.

A camera followed Havoc as she stormed down the hall backstage, heading back to her locker room. She was suddenly knocked down by the Divas of Doom and they started wailing on her. "You think you can say no to us, Havoc?" Beth screamed as she kicked the redhead in the ribs.

"It's tear time, Havoc!" Nat screamed.

"Get the hell away from her!" Someone else screamed. The Divas of Doom looked up to see Eve and Alicia Fox running down the hall. They were armed with chairs. Nat and Beth turned tail as the two model divas swung the chairs around like crazy people. When they were gone, Alicia and Eve set the weapons down and knelt beside Havoc. Kelly soon came up to them, too.

"I'll take it from here." A deep, low voice spoke. The three divas were stunned as the ruthless Viper, who seemingly came out of nowhere, gently picked up the redhead in his arms and the camera watched as he walked down the hall with her unconscious form.


A/N: Like I said, this chapter...kinda blows. But there were plenty of twists, right? ...right? Anyway, please review kindly. Jesus, I've gotta get angry again...