A/N: I want to thank Anon9 for reviewing, and her suggestions for a pairing. I liked all of them, tbh. And thanks to jcott3, soagirl81 and everyone else who have been reviewing for their reviews also!

To all you AJ fans, sorry, I don't happen to honestly be one, especially with her !crazy gimmick.

Okay, so Dean won this poll. It makes sense to use him, considering the direction I decided earlier that I want to take with the story. This is now a dark themed romance. Not much fluff here. Sex, more than likely, but not fluff. :)

To explain the darkness.. There might be hints of people thinking Dean's 'brainwashed' her.. And both are fully aware this is NOT a healthy or normal relationship, but neither really care. Hints of abuse, jealousy, obsession and possession, will be present.. But, they'll coexist together.. Remember, they BOTH have issues.

Remember, I'm writing this as if kayfabe were real. ;p makes things so fun. Additions (ie, the way Dean treats Vic as opposted to anyone else, because of her mental state) to some characters will be made, but no changes, and I'm trying my best to keep everyone as IC as I can.

Apologies for slight OOC moments, and i hope that you guys like reading this.

:) Enjoy!

Keep the reviews coming if you like this.

The phone ringing the next morning on the nightstand had Dean swearing, feeling around blindly for the damn thing so he could throw it.

"Whoever the fuck this is is dead when I see them, I fucking swear to God." Dean growled as he picked up. All he heard was breathing, then a muffled sound, and what sounded like an evil laugh as a man said plainly, "Enjoy the little bitch while you have her, Ambrose. Because it's about time she paid for things she did to an old friend, a long time ago."

The line went dead, and Dean sat up, angry, ready to kill whoever the fuck that was that'd just a, woken him up and then b, threatened to take something that belonged to him. He didn't like that, the threat the bastard made, even though he didn't 'love' Victoria in the normal or even in a sane sense, he still hated the fact that some ignorant fuck had the nerve to call and threaten to do something, take her from him.

"Wake up." Dean said as he roughly shook Victoria awake.

"You okay? It's 4 am." Victoria asked, as she looked at him, her skin and eyes still glowing and glazed from their wild and passionate hot romp the night before.

"Some fucking fuck just called... Apparently, Maddox isn't the only one who knows what you did, and some motherfucker thinks he's going to make you pay for it."

Victoria blinked and then she groaned, digging into her purse, holding out her phone, the night before, she'd gotten some kind of call, but being half asleep, she'd dismissed it as a joke of some sort.

"Did he sound like that?" she asked as Dean snatched the phone, grumbling and swearing as he glared at her and then said calmly in a bitter voice, " Just when the fuck were you going to tell me this, god damn it? And yes.. That's what he sounded like.."

" It's probably just Maddox, trying a new approach. But what the fuck are you getting pissed at me for, Ambrose? I told you to leave me alone let me pay for my mistakes on my own. You chose not to listen."

"That's not it. Another fucking man calls and you don't think oh maybe you should fucking tell me? Are you fucking him?"

"Sure.. That's why I fucked you last night.. If I were going to fuck around, Ambrose, I never would have chosen you OR Orton in the first place. Get that straight right now." Victoria said as she bit her lip, looked at him. Her answer seemed to appease him just a small amount, but she could still see the coldness, the fury in his eyes.

Even this episode wasn't enough to prove to her that she needed to run. And he hadn't honestly scared her just now. She still scared herself more than he scared her, in all honesty.

Though it did make her a little jumpy, a little nervous and definitely a little edgy. But, if she wanted sane, if she wanted a good guy, she'd have picked one. No, she wanted him, Dean Ambrose. Noone else. Even if it killed her in the end.

"I'll fucking kill whoever that was that called you. And if you are fucking around, I'll kill you too."

"Dean.. Nevermind, you're such a god damn stubborn ass. Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep." Victoria said as Dean grabbed her roughly, pushing her back down into the bed beside him.

They lie there quietly, Victoria biting her lip, letting her heart slow down a bit as Dean smirked to himself. He'd gotten her to show a little fear.

At least now she knew he was dangerous, he was never just going to be some good guy. He was never going to be the kind of guy who'd tie himself down completely, and he damn sure wasn't going to change anything about himself for her.

No matter what he felt about her, deep down, that he didn't admit, he'd never change himself to make her happy. Because she chose this, him.

Victoria rolled over, snuggling into his chest, her anger faded now, her slight nervousness at his actions just now gone. She casually wrapped her leg around his hip and then leaned up, kissing him, a slightly evil giggle falling from her lips as she smirked and said quietly, "At least it's not dull being with you. I feel alive. I like to feel alive."

He smirked and leaned down, kissing her roughly as he muttered, "Shut up and sleep." and pulled her close to him, biting her neck, her lower lip, turning the lamp back off. He lie there, wondering just who in the hell had called and threatened her just now.. And why'd he get the feeling that Maddox somehow had something to do with all of this.