(Okay, this idea totally hit me while watching some videos on youtube, and stumbling across this... All you Moxley fangirls out there have probably heard about Reby/Moxley by now, that alone proves he's not infalliable to the charms and wiles of the opposite sex, yeah? Well this is a storyline like that, but with a very surprising twist. If you like the concept, then leave some love yo!

Oh and just so you all know, Ryback is the bad guy in this.. Dean is also the bad guy, but this is more or less about two people coming together and having an unconventional relationship. When Maya and Dean get together, Dean won't change, but Maya will. The way I have it mapped out in my head, it won't be one of those fluffy little romances. Sorry if this pisses anyone off, but I do love my evil/nasty sexy bad boy Dean.)

: CH 01 :

' If I treated you the way you treated me, you'd fucking hate me' - found on

Maya sat at ringside watching her longtime boyfriend, Ryback in his match against David Otunga as she thought back to their earlier fight. Biting her lip, she wondered sometimes why in the hell she stayed with him, after all he'd put her through, done to her, and accused her of.

As he raised his arms in victory, she stood, going to him like always, though she didn't want to, her cheek still stung from the contact of his hand where he'd slapped her earlier, during their fight. She let him kiss her and when he leaned in and whispered, "I love you and I'm so sorry about earlier." she was willing to give him just one more chance.

Then it happened. Out of nowhere, three men, lead by a new fighter named Dean Ambrose, jumped the barricade and slid into the ring, attacking Ryback.

Maya watched in shock as this happened, quietly. When the attack ended, her eyes met Dean's eyes and he winked slyly before shoving past her and running up into the crowd with the other two men.

And even though Maya should have been outraged at their attacking her boyfriend, she couldn't help the way her cheeks heated as she thought about the wink, the cocky smirk he'd given her as if daring her to do something to stop them from attacking Ryback just now.

Then she felt Ryback's large hand close around her wrist hard enough to hurt her and draw a gasp from her in shock. He leaned down and said in a cold voice, " If I catch you looking at him again, Maya.."

The sentence didn't have to be finished, Maya knew what would happen because she'd suffered many times over the past few years as his girlfriend, when he got too jealous or he just THOUGHT she might be messing around on him.

And it terrified her.

Probably even more than Dean Ambrose himself always had, as long as she'd known him.

The only difference between the two men were that Dean didn't hide his anger problems, he didn't bother to hide how cold and how much of an asshole he could be.

Ryback did. For everyone but her. She got the brunt end of everything that went wrong in his life. And she was too damn scared to do anything about it, to leave, to get him back for it and hurt him like he hurt her so much, so many times.

Backstage, Dean Ambrose paced the darkened room that he and his two stable mates used after their attacks.

The reason why he was pacing, of course, was simple. What he'd just done was only half of what he wanted to do just now.

He'd seen Ryback hit Maya earlier and while he was by no means anywhere near fit to judge someone, it still pissed him off, because he'd sort of had a thing for the quiet brunette since they were on Dragon Gate together.

It'd become an obsession as of late.. Maybe it had something to do with the swimsuit modeling she'd done, or just the fact that the one or two times they'd talked backstage then, she'd actually not been a bitch like all other women he knew.

She'd even looked past the way he acted and it hadn't seemed to scare her.

Taking a deep breath, he shoved the entire thing out of his mind and reminded himself that he worked alone and that women were not to be trusted, that noone was to be trusted but himself.

But it still pissed him off, watching what he'd seen earlier. And thinking about it only made him wish he'd done far worse to Ryback earlier.

Ryback carefully gripped her arm until they were out of sight and the second they were out of sight, his hand met with her face as he snarled, "You enjoyed watching that, didn't you? Well I hope you enjoy the pain you're about to feel, Maya."

Maya shoved his hand away and then said coldly and calmly, " Ryback, I'm getting more than a little bit sick of you taking all of your problems out on me.. One day, you're going to do it and I'm going to snap.. and you won't like what happens when I snap."

" That's where you're wrong, Maya.. You can't snap.. You're mine and you can't hurt me, no matter how tough you pretend to be, because you know I am your only option."

Maya bit her lip. She sighed because he was right.. He was her only option. At least, that's what she thought at that point in time.

Little did she realize that her life was about to take one huge turn and things were about to get completely crazy.

Right now, all she did know was that she wished she'd NEVER met him and that she'd find the strength to get out and leave him. But, she was trapped, because she'd been with him for so long, she was almost too scared to even think about rebelling, leaving him..

When you've been with someone so long, who's treated you so badly for almost the entire time, though, resentment for that person and yourself does tend to build.

And sometimes, when you get really, really desperate, and you're looking for a way out, you'll take whatever comes to you.

After he'd hit her again, and they'd fought again, she wandered around backstage, keeping her face hidden, looking around at everything and at nothing, hoping noone would talk to her, so she wouldn't have to explain the red mark.

Wanting to be alone for a while, she walked out to the parking lot, lit up a cigarette as she sat down on the cold pavement, put her head on her hands and tried to figure out just where everything in her life went to hell, and how to get her life back.

The throat clearing from behind her made her head snap up and he spoke without stepping into her line of vision as he said casually, "You should let loose sometimes. I bet you're a firecracker when you wanna be, babe."

When she turned around, the only sign that Dean Ambrose had even been out there in the dark, smoking was the cigarette he'd carelessly flicked onto the concrete.

But the words echoed in her head, even as she rode back silently to the hotel in the passenger seat of Ryback's truck and stared out the window.

No more playing nice. Someone was about to get screwed.