A/N: This for BrodieBlue, whose stories I'm a big fan of and have inspired me recently. This is the first time I've kind of wrote a fic like this, so I hope it came out okay and you like it!

Warning: There will be kinky, rough, hardcore BDSM-style smut up ahead. Don't like, don't read.

December 9th 2013 (After the WWE Slammy Awards on RAW)

Dean Ambrose in a suit had to be the single most surreal yet glorious sight NXT Diva, Bayley, had ever seen. The bouncy brunette couldn't take her eyes off him, almost afraid that he was some illusion and, if she blinked, he'd disappear and never come back.

How long had she been hiding round the corner spying on him? Too long, many would wager, but then, those people didn't have a clue just how important this moment was to Bayley.

For the past week, she had followed the man's movements so thoroughly that it could be considered outright stalking. She had waited for a time when he would be alone and now that time had finally come. Here Dean Ambrose was, lounging around in the backstage area, all by himself.

When Bayley had realised that now was her chance to finally approach him without the intimidating presence of Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, it took all her willpower not to freak out and hug the Shield member right then and there.

Ever since Charlotte, her former tag partner and friend, had turned her back on her to join the "BFFs", things hadn't been going all that well for Bayley. Charlotte, Summer Rae and Sasha went out of their way to bully and mock her, while it seemed that the divas of NXT (or WWE for that matter) didn't take her seriously at all. "Weak", "pathetic", "childish", "annoying" – those were the things she heard muttered about her backstage at Full Sail University and it hurt.

Words would not convince anyone, so Bayley decided that her actions would. And that's where Dean came in. She was convinced he was the answer to her problems. He was infamous for being into hardcore BDSM and those who had sex with him normally came out of the experience shaken and bruised. The gossip in the divas locker room as of late was that Dean had ended his relationship with his recent sub and was on the lookout for a new one.

When Bayley had gotten word of this, she'd jumped at the chance to take on that position. After all, if she could handle Dean Ambrose – one of the most intense, controlling, brutal doms out there – than no one could call her weak or pathetic anymore.

Not wanting to waste this lucky opportunity a second longer, the headband collecting, dinosaur and robot loving diva took a deep breath and turned the corner, ready to introduce herself to Dean Ambrose. "H-Hi, De-Dean! I'm Bayley! I-I-I…" She trailed off, unable to collect her thoughts.

She couldn't believe that she was actually talking to Dean Ambrose of all people. Dean Ambrose from The Shield! The fangirl in her was squealing to the high heavens and the only reason she wasn't hugging him was because she was too busy admiring that suave suit of his.

Dean didn't seem too bothered by her appearance. "Yeah, I know, I'm a sexy fucker", he smirked; clearly enjoying the effect it was having on her. "Chicks dig the suits. Any that says otherwise is a lying bitch." He took a puff of his cigarette. "So, what do you want?"

Approaching him slowly and twiddling her fingers together, Bayley smiled sweetly at him. There was a lot more she wanted to say, like how she couldn't keep her eyes off of him whenever he was in the ring or talking. Or how she admired him for how far he had come since his days in the Indys…and maybe even how she'd had a slight crush on him since he'd debuted at Survivor Series…

In the end, she settled simply on something "Urm, Dean, I… I've wanted to talk to you for a while now. I-I just think you're the coolest person ever!"

Ambrose folded his arms, cigarette still dangling from his mouth. "Oh, you do, do you? You really mean that? A pretty thing like you?"

Encouraged by the compliment, she leaned closer to him, eyes wide. "I think it's so awesome how you – I mean, The Shield –fight against injustice. I-I believe in The Shield!" She knew she was probably coming across as a typical fangirl right now, but she didn't care. It was Dean Ambrose – it was impossible not to be star struck in his presence.

She thought he would say something in response, but he didn't. He just continued to stand there, leering at her with his cold, blue (yet strangely entrancing) eyes. The awkward silence that followed made things quite disquieting.

Eventually, Bayley's excitement would get the better of her. "Dean, can I hug you? I've wanted to hug you since forever!" Without further ado, she pounced upon Dean Ambrose, arms stretching out to encase The Shield member into her embrace. Grinning from ear to ear, Bayley didn't think anything could ruin this moment.

She was wrong.

No sooner had she given Ambrose one of her infamous hugs, did she feel his hands reach out, take a hold of her arms, and roughly shove her off him. She pulled herself together and stared at him, confused and hurt. Dean didn't even look at her, busy dusting himself off, as if he had dirt on him. Thinking she might have spooked him, she decided to go for another attempt.

As if he could read her mind, Dean looked up at her then and, in a low voice that promised violent consequences, growled, "Try that again and I'll fucking break your neck." Stubbing out his cigarette, he'd give her one last look of contempt before spinning on his heels and walking away in the opposite direction.

"Wa-Wait! Don't go!" Bayley cried, seeing her long-awaited opportunity already going up in flames.

"Dean, listen, I-I want to be your…Could you be my dom?" Blushing furiously now, she looked down, incredibly embarrassed. She hadn't intended to ask him so bluntly, but she was desperate and who knew when she'd ever catch him alone again? Still, maybe that was the wrong thing to say…

Or maybe not, for she was soon greeted with the sound of Dean's footsteps making his way back to her. "Let me get this straight", his voice drawled, bemused. "You want to be my new sub? You? You have got to me fucking kidding me."

Slowly, he started to circle her, his gaze boring into her. "Let me guess… Is it daddy issues? Does daddy's little girl want me to be the father they never had because your old man was never home to give you the attention you deserved?" He paused, but only to give her the once over before shaking his head. "No, I don't think so, you don't look like a chick with issues. Are you a control freak then? You're so in control all the time that you just want a big, strong man to take it all away at night and make it all better? Is that it? …Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Her head jolted up when he barked that, but she found she couldn't do it for very long. Within seconds she was staring down again, nodding her head meekly. "Uh-uh. I-I want to prove myself. I'm sick of people saying mean things about me, like-like I'm weak."

He chuckled darkly at that before reaching out to lift up her chin with his finger. "But you are weak. A weak, little girl who thinks she can play with the big boys. Thing is, I don't think you can. We've only been talking for five minutes, tops, and you're practically pissing your pants with fear. Can't even look me in the eye. You really think you're cut out to be my sub?"

There was another pause as Dean just stared at her. Bayley got the impression that he wanted her to say something, but she was just too nervous to speak. Eventually, she heard him sigh. "Yeah, I thought so. Go home, little girl. Find a boring, perfect prince who will treat you like a princess, because that guy sure as hell ain't gonna be me."

Bayley felt her lip tremble at these words. For two weeks she'd had her heart set on meeting Dean Ambrose and becoming her sub and all for what? So he could reject her and make her feel like garbage?

Wanting to have the last word, she scrunched up her fists and yelled out to his retreating figure, "Fine then! I don't need you! I-I don't even like you! I bet you're not even that good of a dom anyway!"

She went to leave, but she soon found herself stopped by Dean's hand seizing her shoulder, spinning her round to face him, before slamming her body up against the wall. Her eyes widened with fear as his left hand took a hold of her throat. No pressure was applied, but its presence was still uncomfortable nonetheless. She clawed at his hand feebly, mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to work up a scream.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that? Do you have any idea the things I can do to you, you little bitch? Do you want me to beat the shit out of you? Well? Do you!?" Tears falling from her eyes, Bayley would shake her head frantically, wishing he'd move his hand so she could answer. Dean's expression darkened at this, becoming more vicious. "Nope, you don't. Word of advice, little girl, don't go running your mouth off unless you can back it up. Now, what do you say?"

He lightened up his grip on her throat then, giving Bayley a chance to take in deep gulps of air. When she was sure she could form a coherent sentence, she whispered pathetically, eyes cast downward, "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again." It was humiliating. She felt like a child being scolded by a parent. She thought her apology would be the end of it, but she was wrong.

"Humph, look at you! You're pathetic!" Dean sneered, hand gripping her ponytail and wrenching it back so she was forced to look up at him. "I don't think that apology was good enough. Say it again. Tell me exactly what I want to hear this time or I promise you'll be wearing a black eye to your next match, courtesy of my fist."

Trembling and the most scared she'd ever been in her entire life, Bayley stuttered, trying to appease the Shield member. "I-I-I'm so-sor-sorry, Si-Sir. Please forgive me. I-I promise I'll be go-good!"

Dean simply glared at her and, for a second, Bayley honestly thought he was going to sock her one. As his raised his hand to her face, she closed her eyes, dreading what was to come. Instead, she felt a soft sensation on her head and, when she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see that Dean was patting her head.

"Good girl. There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He said mockingly, talking to her as if she were a child or a dog. She would have said something if not for the fact that Dean, immediately after, leaned in close and plunged his hand down her blue wrestling tights. His smile would quickly turn predatory. "Well, what do ya know? Little Miss sweet and innocent is all wet. That turned you on, huh? I guess there's hope for you yet."

Bayley let out a gasp as his index finger continued to roughly poke around her thighs and womanhood, realising with mortification that she was wet down there. Really wet. "N-No! There's no way I'd like something like that… Pl-Please stop!"

The very idea that she liked being dominated and controlled scared and repulsed her. She was the good girl, sweet, naïve and almost virginal in her innocence. Girls like her went after the nice guys who'd treat them right. Certainly not the dangerous, nasty bad boy types like Dean Ambrose!

Still, try as she might, Bayley couldn't deny that she felt some attraction towards the unhinged, hard-hearted man. He was incredibly attractive, that she could not deny. His eyes, his voice, his body, everything about him turned her on. It wasn't just his looks, either. The things he said, did, his personality…it all enraptured her and made her feel things she'd never felt before. She knew she shouldn't enjoy the way he treated her and talked to her, but she did.

And she wanted more.

Dean removed his hand then, seemingly satisfied. Watching her with his intense gaze, he licked up all the juices off his hand before resuming back to his intimidating, cold expression. "Okay, I'll give ya a chance. Let's see how much you can really take. Tomorrow night, my locker room, ten o'clock, sharp. Roman will come and pick you up, so do not be late. You fuck this up then it's over for you. You'll be worthless in my eyes. Understand? …I said do you understand?!"

"Ye-yes, De-I mean, Sir! I understand!" Bayley nodded, meekly bowing her head. She froze when he once again grabbed her ponytail and wrenched her hair back, this time trailing his tongue over the side of her face before taking a big whiff of her hair.

"You smell like tootsie rolls… I wonder what you'll smell like when you're covered in blood and cum? Guess we'll find out come tomorrow." He whispered, before shoving her away from him and walking off with not so much as a word goodbye.

Bayley could only watch after him, wondering if she'd just made the single biggest mistake of her life.

A/N: If anyone has any suggestions please don't hesitate to tell me! Thank you for taking the time to read this and I looking forward to reading any reviews this receives!