" Who was that?" a shocked John Cena asked as he looked at the two other men in the room watching the tv with him, moments after the match between Eve Torres and the new diva.

"According to Lawler, her name's Syd Vicious." Randy Orton said as he looked up and nodded to indicate that the girl in question had just walked into the room.

Syd flopped down onto the couch, holding a white bandana to her head to stop the blood from flowing. She'd just been in a street fight rules match with another of the newer divas. " Either stop staring or say something, god damn." she said in a low and calm, slightly menacing tone without looking up. She'd felt them staring at her, probably thinking about how big of a freak she was or something, like people nearly always did.

" Good fight." Randy said in a neutral tone as he looked at the girl then continued, "But don't you need a medic?"

Syd sat up and shrugged. " I'm fine." she stated calmly as she held his gaze, then quickly dropped her eyes, studying black chipped fingernail polish on her fingers.

" Yeah, but you're sort of bleeding. Everywhere." John Cena pointed out as Syd shrugged without looking up and then spoke up calmly, " It's called a congenital indifference to pain. I know I'm hurt, I know I'm bleeding. Don't feel a damn thing though."

John raised a brow as he looked at her and then said "Okay then."

" Think I'm bullshitting you?" Syd asked, a small smirk crossing her face as she stood and walked closer to the two men as she sat down on the floor in front of them, parts of her just waiting to creep them out like everyone else got creeped out by her. Which, she had to admit, she rather enjoyed doing, upon occasion.

But when she wanted to make friends, noone ever really wanted to stick around, be her friend. So, she just usually stuck to this, being creepy and mean, living up to her name, if you'd say that.

" I didn't say that, it just sounds like something someone made up."

Syd laughed and then said " Think what you want. It's kinda neat though, to be honest."

John chuckled and then said " Randy has IED." as he looked back and forth from Randy to the new Diva. He had a passing suspicion about where his friend's head was at the moment, but he didn't say anything.

" No shit?" Sydney said as she shifted her gaze casually up towards Randy, and hints of a small smirk played at her lips as if she were debating on asking or saying something, but ultimately decided not to.

Randy glared at John and then nodded as he smirked and shrugged, then elbowed John when Syd wasn't looking.

"So.. Like, you could run through a glass window and not feel it?" John asked cautiously, because he noticed she seemed reluctant to really say anything about herself or even talk to anyone. It was almost like she was sort of feeling them out, seeing if anyone could really be trusted.

Syd rolled her eyes through a curtain of hair. A question she'd heard millions of times. People seemed to think this was some neat little party trick, her disease, but they didn't realize that it meant that she could put herself in serious danger, and often did, just hoping that one day, maybe she'd feel something, anything.

She hadn't yet.

" Basically, yes." Syd replied carefully a few moments later as she finally shifted her gaze up to the two men sitting in front of her and smirked. " I'm gonna go now, before this gets any more awkward." she said as she stood and stretched, then walked out into the hallway.

Two more people she figured she wouldn't have to worry about talking to her ever again. Not that she was, in all honesty. A bored sigh escaped her lips as she grabbed a deli sandwich off the food table and found a seat near the back where she'd be left completely alone, then jammed her earbuds in.

Drumming her hands on the table in time to the song she was listening to, she failed to notice that Zack Ryder had even sat down across from her.

Until he cleared his throat and looked at her.

Syd's head shot up and she coughed, stopping herself from choking on the deli sandwich.

"Yeah?"

" This seat's not taken, is it, broskette?" Zack asked as he studied the girl intently, as if he wanted to say something, but was deciding whether or not to do it.

" Yeah, dude, my imaginary friend's sitting there and you smooshed her. What do you think?" Syd asked, voice calm, even and neutral, not sure why exactly he was bothering to sit near her, to be honest.

" Haha. Good joke." Zack said as he smiled and said "Zack Ryder.. Or the Long Island Iced Z."

" Syd Vicious." Syd said as she studied him intently, then turned her attention back to her sandwich and said without looking up, " Ya know, like the bassist for the Sex Pistols?"

Zack gave her a blank look and she shrugged, digging into her cup of yogurt, shoveling it into her mouth, grateful for the distraction. She wasn't good at conversations and they often had a lot of long and awkward pauses on her end. To be blunt, Syd just wasn't exactly people friendly.

She bit her lip as she looked at him and then looked back down. She'd watched enough of the drama going down to know that he was Eve's ex boyfriend. And she reasoned that most likely, he wanted Eve back, therefore, he was sitting with her latest enemy to get attention.

She finished her yogurt, then stood to go and throw the wrapper for her sandwich, her bottle and her cup away.

Zack muttered quietly, " That was... Odd." as he watched her retreating out of catering. He shrugged and went back to eating his own food.

Somehow, he got the feeling she didn't give herself over to other people easily. He found himself wondering why she acted like she thought everyone either had an agenda or wasn't worth her time. But then he shoved the curiousity out of his mind.

Syd sat in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette quietly, staring up at the darkening sky. In another hour, she'd go back to the hotel. She found herself wondering why people (guys, it seemed) kept trying to talk to her since she'd been here. Everyone in her life left her, it was just a fact of life. She wasn't an easy person to love. And in all honesty, she liked it that way. At least she didn't have to worry about the emotional pain she could actually feel.

"Might as well be numb all over." Syd muttered as she hugged herself and stared at the pavement, drawing in and exhaling a plume of smoke before stubbing the cigarette out with her combat boot and then standing to go back inside.

She turned a corner, and smacked straight into another equally short brunette she'd seen here and there around the locker room. At first, she didn't speak, but then the girl said brightly, " Hi. I'm AJ."

"Syd Vicious."

" I know. I saw your match against that other rookie earlier. It was epic." AJ said as she studied the girl carefully, perhaps as warily as Syd was studying her right back, she noticed.

"I'm not like them."

Syd shrugged and then said calmly, "Never said you were." as she shoved her hands into her leather jacket's pocket, and then said " But they pick on you a lot... Right?" as she tilted her head to the side, as if assessing the girl in front of her, the basis of an idea forming.

" You noticed." AJ said as she dropped her head a little, ashamed at the things that the other Divas did and often said about her.

" Yeah. Why don't you just kick their asses? It'd solve all of your problems." Syd said calmly as she twisted a dark strand of hair around her fingertips.

"After a while, you just get used to it."

Eve and Beth rounded the corner, and saw the two girls talking and immediately said with a smirk, "Aww, the two freak girls are becoming, like, besties."

The anger flashed across Syd's eyes and for a moment, her face twisted, warped into an angry mask as she turned on her heel and said " Awww, the lesbians are staring at us again."

"Bitch"

" Fake ass stripper wannabe." Syd said as she smirked, twisted the chain from her wallet around her knuckles and slowly advanced towards the other two females. "Wanna say something now, Phoenix? What about you, Torres?"

The women looked at one another, howled in laughter, then walked away down the hall, muttering about how they were going to beat every bit of the cocky out of Syd.

" At least I could get a cock if I wanted one." Syd observed as a smile filled AJ's face, and she started to laugh hysterically.

" C'mon. We're gonna one up those bitches. I have a plan." Syd said as she looked at AJ. She was a "freak" like her, so maybe she could trust her?

If not, she could always beat the living shit out of the girl if or when she finally betrayed her. Either way, what she wanted to do to Eve and her "pretty" little friends was going to take more than one person to pull off.

Fuck the Shield. Someone needed to stop the real injustice.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time that karma, in the form of a 5'2 brunette named Syd Vicious came around and kicked Eve's ass, as well as the other Divas that went after someone who dared to be different, be themselves and not the bimbo stereotype that McMahon liked to push down everyone's throats.

" Uh oh. Something tells me that look is not a good thing." AJ mumbled as she skipped down the hall beside the quiet and surly, sarcastic and slightly insane, if rumors were true, Syd Vicious.

But maybe, just maybe, this time, she had a real friend. Not another Kaitlyn.

" Oh it's a good thing. Good for us.. bad for those bitches." Syd muttered as she looked over at AJ and then said " I'm not really good at this whole 'friend' thing. So, don't expect a whole lot, and I want in return. But cross me.. And I'll end you."

AJ nodded, gulping slightly in fear. Somehow, she got the feeling that Syd meant every word she'd just said. And that like her, Syd got hurt often.

"So, what's this plan?"

" I'll tell you when we're somewhere with less ears. Ever played pocketknife darts? Because we can go to this little bar, have a few rounds, and then play a game and I'll explain there. Because this isn't just about Eve or Beth... It's about the queen of the bitches herself, Vickie motherfucking Guerrero. And what I'm planning, well.. It ain't for the faint of heart. It's gonna get real ugly, real quick." Syd said carefully as they walked out and into the parking garage.

John caught up to AJ and smiling, he slipped his arm around her. " I see you met Syd, babe."

" Mhmm."

" I'm gonna let you two do whatever." Syd started, but AJ called out, "Hey. I'll follow you over." and smiled.

In some ways, she wasn't honestly sure if she'd just done a good thing or a bad thing, but the chance to make Vickie finally pay for some of the stuff she'd done, well... It was too damn tempting to pass up.

Okay then, this beginning to a possible story was actually written about May of last year. I'm revising it to make it halfway fit with anything they might be doing now, so there might be references to the Shield, Team Hell No, the AJ Scandal, etc. I have no clue who I'll pair my Syd with, but if you haven't guessed by reading, she's not really emotional a whole lot. Her diva thing is on my profile if anyone wants to have a read.

If you want to throw a name out at me for a paring for her, go ahead. More about Eve and Syd's past connection from high school will come out in future chapters. If you want to see more, read and review, please and thanks?