[a/n: this isn't so much about love as it is a connection. Not everything has to be hearts and flowers, and with these two, who are to me, the embodiment of Tiffany/Chucky or Sid Vicious and Nancy, there will definitely be no repenting of past errors or I love you every ten damn seconds from either party..
But there will be sex, violence, arguments, and lots of namecalling from both parties. They have a connection.. Not romance or stability or even love. But, they coexist without murdering one another. So, this definitely is not your typical romance. :)
Love to thank all my reviewers so far, and everyone who's been adding and reviewing anon. You guys are awesome, and I'm glad you like this story.]
The scheduled attack to Ryback that night was going off without a hitch.. Until AJ Lee, for some unknown reason, came skipping down the ramp, right as Dean, Roman and Seth were teaming up to slam Kane through a table.
" You guys carry on, I got this stupid little skank." Syd said as she took off, baseball bat in hand, up the ramp. She smirked as she clotheslined AJ with the baseball bat, watching her eyes go from happy to confused, then hurt, and finally, angry.
" I thought we were.."
" Nobody is my friend, Lee. You should have seen this coming a mile away. You're a pathetic waste of space on this planet, and you take up too much time on air with your stupid bullshit, your little tantrums when certain men don't notice you." Syd said as she looked at AJ who gulped.
AJ was genuinely afraid of Syd, because she knew that if Syd wanted, Syd would kill her, really and honestly murder her, on live air, and not have an inkling of guilt about it.
She lie there, and Syd mocked her by skipping around her fallen form, stopping to kick her, taunt her a few times. "Get up bitch! At least fight like you've got some balls left."
AJ knew that she'd made a mistake then, ever befriending the girl. Because Syd had made no secret about how she was, how she could be, from day one. Unlike any of the men on the roster she'd dated, who'd all fooled her, Syd hadn't bothered to try fooling her.
And yet, she was still blindsided by this.
The other three members of the Shield walked up the ramp, Roman and Dean wearing malicious smirks as Syd taunted and made fun of, beat up AJ on live tv.
Kane growled as he got up, took off up the ramp after the three males in the Shield. He got AJ out of the way, and then turned to them grimly.
One would think that Syd, being a female, being smaller, would have just faded into the background.. But, she didn't. The baseball bat swung against the back of the Demon's skull, and he pitched forward. Syd gave a cheeky 'oops' type giggle, as Dean winked boldly and then licked his lips, turned on by the violence and mayhem that they'd managed to create down at the ring tonight.
They walked back to the backstage area, and Syd went to flop across the old sofa in their "lair", but instead, Ambrose forcefully pulled her down into his lap as he looked up at her, her face streaked with blood, her own forehead busted open from taking a hit during the attack.
Licking his lips, he leaned in and started to force her into a kiss, which lead to the two of them in a semi compromising position when Rollins came back from catering.
"Fucking gross you two fucking sickos." Seth said as Dean growled at him to leave the room. Once Seth was gone, he looked down at her and smirked, biting her neck.
Her back arching, pushing her chest against his told him that she didn't feel it, in the painful sense, but she felt it, in the turning me on sense.
Then she shoved him off of her and said with a smirk, " Oh hell no.. I don't even begin to think so, Ambrose."
Dean stood and followed her across the room to the table she was bracing herself against and standing behind her, his left hand cupped her breast, as he pinned her in and bit her neck, muttering, " Oh really? Because see, if I want to, then it will happen. And don't even try to lie, Syd.. You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you."
" Ambrose, if I want a fuck? I'll go out to a god damn bar, pick up some strange man. I don't fuck people I have to spend time with after the fact. "
Dean chuckled and then turned her to face him as his hands groped her body up roughly and he leaned in, licked her neck. " See, I think you're lying.. Because that's not what the look in your eyes told me, this morning back at the hotel, when you walked in on me naked."
" No, I was actually thinking, Gee.. It looks like a real penis, only so much smaller." Syd said with a grim smirk as she licked her lips when his hands dipped just below the waistband of her low rise black cargo pants, and made no effort to stop going lower.
"Right.. That's why you stripped right down to nothing, right in front of me."
" No, actually, Ambrose, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly ashamed of my body. I'd walk around bare assed naked outside in broad daylight, if I chose to. It wasn't anything to do with you, so get that out of your dense egomaniacal head." Syd said as she leaned in closer to him, her fingers trailing down his chest, and lingering over the button on his jeans, as she smirked and looked up at him, snapping the button.
Dean smirked and shoved her away, and she shoved him right back. Before they realized it, they were rolling around in the floor, punching and kicking, as to their surprise clothing continued to keep coming off.
Roman groaned and turned his head when he stepped into the room and got hit with Syd's red and black lacy bra. "Jesus Christ.. Can't you two fucking wait?"
" It's called an adrenaline high, Reigns." Ambrose said simply as the two sat up, Syd covering with her leather jacket so it wasn't too awkward for anyone.
" It's called Ambrose was being an asshole, we got into a fight and... " Syd said as she fell silent, biting her lip, looking at her nails before punching Dean and saying, "You motherfucker! You tricked me into fighting with you just now, thinking I'd fuck you! Fucking asshole."
Dean smirked as she stood and dressed, storming out, calling out after her, " You wanted it, bitch!"