Thank you so much my loves Tm12Brady, wwechristina & GoldenGirl1920 for your support & positive feedback! Love you all! And didn't you love Christine's story of Sheamy & Phoenix? She's the best!
Also, I know there are moments mentioned that have happened prior to the story (Drew & Cherry's first kiss, etc.). We will get there. These will be told in a series of flashbacks later. I promise we will get there...and they are REALLY good & juicy!
OK, now back to the story... Enter the Apex Predator...and the REAL villain of the story! (Please remember this is a fictitious, completely made up story; if you don't like your favorites being villainized, proceed with caution!)
The RKO Incident - Part 3: The Viper Strikes!
Drew woke up out of his daze. The back of his head was pounding. He thought he heard that…ugh…grating, irritating, squealy, annoying voice of… "Nah! Can't be that bitch. She's long gone. Fuck, my head hurts!", he thought to himself as he came to. As he eyes started to focus, he heard another voice. This one was familiar: deep, icy, unfeeling. He was seeing clearly now, and the voice matched the face he was looking at.
"Have a nice nap, Andrew?" It was him; The Legend Killer. The Viper. The Apex Predator. RKO. Randy Orton. Randy glared at Drew as he circled him, pacing like a cat and slowly clapping his hands together, "Congratulations, Drew! You achieved your boyhood dream. You're WWE Champion! That's nice. How sweet. Too bad it won't be yours for long." Drew was in no mood for Randy's bullshit, "Randal Keith Orton. Tosser, I got somewhere I have ta be and something ta do that's way more important than ya. So will ya move this rambling, boring ass promo along so I can be on my way?"
These men had serious heat with each other. During Drew's marriage to Taryn Terrell from 2010 - 2011, it had been common knowledge that she slept around to try and get a higher place on the card at WWE. One of her victims was Randy himself. She played him like a fiddle, telling him that Drew was mean to her and other bullshit. It wasn't until it was too late that Randy had learned the truth about her games.
Drew never forgave him for the betrayal, plus being a dick to him backstage. Randy never apologized for sleeping with her. Their working relationship was still tense but had been civil for the most part…until now. Plus, now Randy was keeping him from Cherry, which invoked Drew's ire even more.
Randy snickered, "Oh there he is! The smartass Scottish Warrior! This is gonna be fun! I'll be glad to let you go. As soon as you surrender that WWE Championship to me, you're free to go be with…what was her name? Oh yeah, Cherry. You talk in your sleep. Just an FYI. She sounds hot! Is she a stripper? " Drew smirked, "Ya don't get ta say her name, prick! I know yer thick in the head, but you've been in the business long enough ta know that's not how this works. I'll be happy to give ya a match and kick yer fucking ass. Go ta Vince and ask him fer one. But if ya think I'm handing that title over ta ya, yer dumber than I thought."
Randy's temper starting coming unglued, "You fucker! You don't seem to think you understand. You will give that title up to me! I deserve that title! And you owe me, you little bastard!" Drew's temper, even being restrained by the ropes tying him to the chair, matched Randy's, "Ya piece of shit! First, I'm a hell of a lot bigger than ya, in every way possible, so watch who ya call "little", dickhead! And second, I owe you nothing!" Randy, in an eerily cool manner, sat and look at Drew on eye level, "You didn't think I'd ever find out about it. Did you, Drew?" Drew was fuming, "Find out what? That yer a bell end? That's common knowledge."
Randy punched a defenseless Drew in the face and spat out, "I know all about it now, you fucker! Remember 2010? I was Champion! I was on my way to greatness!" Drew rolled his eyes, "I remember ya being a complete prick ta me and everyone else backstage. But aye, I remember when ya were champ. What does that have ta do with anything?" Randy cocked his head to the side, "I know now it was you. You stole it from me."
Drew was confused, "Stole what? The only one that was stealing anything was ya when ya were fucking my then whore wife! What the fuck are ya talking about?" Randy's face was beet red as he seethed in Drew's face, "The title belt, you little shit! The company finally trusted ME with carrying it on my back. The belt went missing during my reign. They punished me for "losing" it by throwing my push out the window and making me lose the The goddamn Miz! Does any of this ring a bell? I mean, I know you had that alcohol problem so maybe your memory is a little fuzzy!"
Drew bit back, "Fuck you, Randal! I have no idea what yer talking about! And if ya wanna get personal, keep it up! I got years of pent-up frustrations at yer bullshit I can spew out! Maybe all that weed has killed yer brain cells." Randy punched Drew in the stomach and boiled, "I know now you stole that title from me. Probably took it to your dad in Scotland. So as payment, you're surrendering yours to me."
Drew, coughing up some blood, screamed, "You can go fuck yerself! I never wanted anything unless I EARNED it! I know that's a foreign concept ta a selfish, self-centered, entitled shitbag like yerself, but I never stole anything, including yer precious title! And I will never just give ya what I've worked so hard fer."
Randy's scary calm facade was back on his face. He went to the door, flipped a switch that did nothing, and stood in the doorway. He glared at Drew and said, "You have two hours to do the right thing and surrender that title to me, Drew. If you don't, I'll take it anyway and the rest will not go well for you. Remember, you owe me." He slammed the door shut and locked it. Drew struggled against his bindings but it was useless. He screamed out of frustration and hung his head, talking to himself, "Damn it! Cherry, baby. I'm so sorry! Fuck! I hope Kevin was able to reach tha girls!"
In his base office down the hall from Drew's prison, Randy pulled out his cell phone and dialed the witch. The one that had backed him on this scheme. The "Mastermind" that talked him into it to begin with. Taryn Terrell sat twirling the ratty blonde hair of her cheap extensions and cackled when she saw Orton was calling her, "Well, it's about fucking TIME, Randy! Did you get my Drewy? Did you get the belt?" Randy was already agitated with her and her annoying, shrill voice didn't help, "Yeah, I got him, Taryn. I gave him two hours to comply. And it's a TITLE, not a BELT! Idiot!"
She huffed, "Title. Belt. Who the hell cares! You know the plan! You get that, then you hand MY Drew over to me and my boys! Then, we're all HAPPY!" Randy growled, "He said he never stole it, you dumbass cunt!" She said, "And you believe him? Of course, Drew stole it because I SAW him do it, you overgrown ASSHOLE! You better not cross ME!" Randy said, "Listen here, you ring rat bitch! You better not have lied to me! If I find out you did…"
Taryn cut him off, "Or you'll what? Just stick to the plan, Randy, and we'll both get what we want! Maybe, I'll give you a little more than the asking price…if you catch my drift!" She smooched a kiss in the phone. Randy got a disgusted look, "I wouldn't touch that toxic waste infested pussy of yours again with a 10 foot pole and a hazmat suit! Just be here in two hours so I can be done with this shit! Oh and by the way, Drew doesn't want you. He's into some girl named Cherry. Good luck with that, slut!"
As Randy hung up on her, Taryn started throwing one of her infamous temper tantrums. She screamed and jumped up & down, causing her two henchmen, Happy Corbin and Madcap Moss, to avert their eyes. She yelled, "That fucking IDIOT! And now, he knows about that TRAMP trying to steal my Drewy from ME!" Happy raised his hand, "Well, now we have a problem. Randy suspects you of lying about Drew stealing his title all those years ago." She raged, "And? What's the problem?" Madcap mumbled, "Well, you're the one that stole it. It's only a matter of time before he finds out."
She shrieked, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! Well, he won't find out if you keep your idiot mouths SHUT!" Get down to the Union Station and make sure this goes off without a hitch tonight! You better not fail me, MORONS!" Madcap asked as they walked out of her room, "Say Happy, what do call two idiots that are helping a total nutjob bitch?" Happy grumbled, "Lay it on me, Madcap." Madcap sneered, "Uh…us. It's us." Corbin rolled his eyes as they left.
Taryn stewed in her misery and swore as she looked at the still from the surveillance Corbin had captured the night before of Drew kissing Cherry on the balcony of HQ, "Drewy baby, don't worry. In two hours, you'll be back home with Taryn where you BELONG! And you, BITCH! I don't know who you are, but you're no competition for me! Drew is MINE! MINE!"