Thanks to Sinfully Delicious for reviewing!!! Here's Chapter 2!!! PLEASE R&R!!! IT MEANS ALOT!!!

In this chapter: There is going to be a heated conversation between Taylor and Sam that might just lead to a fight!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Wrestlers or Knockouts mentioned in this story. I only own Samantha and anyone else who doesn't sound familar.

This chapter is inspired by Misery Business by Paramore. One of my favorite bands!!!

MISERY BUSINESS

Samantha was furious as she stormed towards the Knockouts locker room. Chris and Taylor had finally separated and now that Chris was out of the way, Sam wanted to "talk" to Taylor.

When she got to the locker room she looked around her to make sure that no one was around and then she walked in. She already knew that none of the other knockouts would be in there for a while longer.

Locking the door behind her Samantha called out, "Taylor! Are you in here?!"

"What the hell do you want?" Taylor asked appearing from the bathroom.

"I just wanted to talk to you," Samantha grinned evilly.

By the way they talked to each other when Chris was out of sight and out of mind, it was no secret to them or anybody else that they both hated each others guts.

"Talk? You just wanted to talk?"

Samantha shook her head yes.

"Fine then, I'm all ears," Taylor said.

"I just wanted to "talk" to you and tell you that this game you're fucking playing is going to end very soon. Why are you even with Chris? Especially when you can basically get any fucking guy you want."

"Why? You really want to know why?" Taylor asked crossing her arms.

Mocking Taylor, Samantha answered, "Yes! Yes I really want to know why!"

Taylor simply answered, "Because you stole the guy that I love away from me.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Samantha exclaimed. "So you're telling me that you're only dating Chris because I am with the guy that you're supposedly in love with? Am I getting this all right?"

"Yeah, just about. I love Eric and you stole him from me. You love Chris so I stole him from you to get revenge," Taylor confessed.

"One, Eric came to me. Two, you have no right to tell me that I stole him from you. Three, you must have alot of balls to actually fucking tell me that you stole him from me to get revenge which brings me to number four. Four, Chris and I were never together in the first place! So what makes you think I love him?" Samantha said.

"You could of fooled me anyday. The way that you're always looking at him. The way you're eyes turn a dark dark blue almost black color when you see us together. If you ask me...that all points to you're in love with him," Taylor explained.

"You know nothing about me. Or about who I like or love. It's none of your damn business anyways. So back the fuck off!" Samantha hissed.

"He has no feelings for you what so ever, Samantha," Taylor said.

"You don't know that! You know damn well that he thinks about me all the time. As much as you don't want to admit it you see the way he looks at me whenever my brother isn't around. My brother's the only real reason why we're not together. Not you. So seriously just end it now while you're still ahead or there will be serious consequences coming your way," Samantha smiled as she turned around and walked to the door.

As soon as she unlocked the door and opened it, Taylor said something that she knew would piss Samantha off just enough to make her truly snap.

"Well I know one thing...He doesn't think about you when we're in bed together. Believe me you're the last thing on his mind when we're alone together," Taylor smiled.

Before Taylor knew what was happening, Samantha turned around quickly and threw herself at her. Sam lost all control just as Taylor knew she would if she had said what she had just said. Unfortunately for Taylor though, Sam had attacked her.

"You fucking bitch! You'll never be good enough for him and you fucking know it!" Samantha hissed punching Taylor repeatedly in the face.

There was no one else in the locker room which gave Sam the opportunity to actually beat the shit out of Taylor. No cameras were rolling so there were no Spike TV rules that said that she couldn't do anything.

Standing up, Samantha pulled Taylor with her and then slammed her back into one of the lockers. "I hope you know your fucking blood type, Taylor..." Samantha laughed banging Taylor's head against the locker as hard as she could before adding, "Because when I get done with you...you're going to be needing a major blood transfusion!"

Samantha stopped for a second and let Taylor slide to the floor as she went over to the door and closed and locked it yet again. She didn't want anyone walking in and stopping her.

Chapter 2! Should I continue?! REVIEW!! I do except critism!! Sometimes writers need it. PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!!! IT MEANS ALOT!!!