The heavy guitar riffs of a death metal song blared through the closed door of the hotel room as Seth Rollins stood reluctantly on the other side.

Dean and Roman couldn't be bothered to go with him, even after they'd all three decided that Syd could be good in the Shield, so they had of course, sent him. And he frankly, could give two shits less to be here, because the girl rubbed him the complete wrong way.

The door was flung open and a pocketknife thrust into his face, pressing against his neck casually.

"The fuck do you want." Syd snarled as she glared at the man she stood in front of, holding the knife up.

"Ambrose and Reigns wanted to see you in their room. If you're smart, you'll be there. If not, then we'll know you're nothing but a scared little bitch who pretends to be a badass." Seth stated plainly as AJ called out, "For fuck's sakes, Syd, put the damn knife down."

" What the fuck do those fucking fucks want?" Syd snarled as she recalled her earlier run in with Ambrose. A run in which had left her unsettled and slightly more angry than normal.

"Just show up." Seth said as he shoved her back and glared at her, walking down the hall to the room he and Roman and Dean shared.

"What was that about?" AJ asked casually as Syd grabbed a pair of brass knuckles and said "Dunno. But you stay here. Do not open this fucking door. I mean it, Lee. Ryback was not fucking joking earlier when he said what he did back at the arena about us, his intentions. And I really don't feel like gutting someone like a hunted deer tonight."

She walked down the hallway to the room Seth Rollins just disappeared into and knocked, stood waiting.

Dean heard the knocking and walked to the door, opening it. He looked at her, then at the brass knuckles on her hand, the knife in her other one.

" Tell anyone what you hear tonight, you're fucking done with. I'll fucking gut you, bitch." Dean said casually as he looked at her, then snatched the knife before she had a chance to stab him with it, like she'd jabbed that fork into his shoulder earlier tonight in catering.

Stepping aside, he let her in.

The men stopped talking and Roman spoke up quietly. "We think you should be in Shield."

Syd looked back and forth between the three men and then started to howl in laughter, her hands gripping the edge of the small table.

They looked at one another, and then back at her as she stopped laughing, fell silent.

" I don't do the whole group attack thing.. You three idiots realize you look like a bunch of fuckin pansies, right? Try doing it alone, then talk to me." Syd started as Dean grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back. "Wanna try that again you little smug psychotic bitch?" he snarled against her ear.

Syd broke from the hold and laughing said casually, " Enough with the foreplay, Ambrose. If I can't feel pain, you really think that's going to do something to me?"

Dean raised a brow, then put even more pressure. Her wrist was bending, he knew at any second he could snap it, but she did nothing but shrug and smirk as she bit her lip and then spoke casually,

"About done, pencil dick?"

Dean snarled and started swearing, dropping his hold as he held her gaze and said in a cold voice, "You're really stupid not to be afraid of me. I can end you, little girl."

Syd shrugged, shoved up the sleeve on the black thermal shirt she wore and showed him her arms, a webbing of old scars and burns.

" Don't you think I've basically tried that already?" she asked sarcastically as she studied his eyes for a moment, dis interest evident in her own.

Dean said nothing, but he looked at her, her statement from earlier, how she wasn't afraid of him, echoing in his mind.

" Either stop staring or talk, god damn." Syd said coldly as she stepped back, not liking the fact that this loser was stepping into her personal space rapidly. And she didn't like the way his eyes looked at hers, bored into hers. It unsettled her.

The air buzzed with tension and she raked her hand through her hair as she bit her lip and studied him intently.

" Are you in or out?" Seth asked, impatient to get the crazy girl out of their hotel room. She didn't scare him, but he already spent more than enough time around one psychopath where Dean was concerned. Now, apparently, they were getting a new one.

" In. But I've got dibs on Ryback first. Clear. I'll show the son of a bitch the meaning of the word hungry if he even looks at me again like he did earlier." Syd said as she looked at the three men, and her eyes darted around the room, curiously, not the least bit nervous.

"What the fuck did he do to you?" Roman asked calmly as he studied the two of them, Dean and Syd, standing at the door, thoughtfully.

" He invaded my personal space bubble. Just like Ambrose is about to. And he won't like what happens when he does, either." Syd said calmly, without even giving Dean a look to indicate she'd just talked about him.

" Do something about it you little bitch." Dean said as he leaned completely in, licked her face just to see what she'd do.

Syd rolled her eyes and got his head under her arm as she laughed and leaned down before saying, " There's two ways this can go. You can never fucking touch me again, Ambrose, or I can snap your neck and my arm in the process, like a twig. Either one is fine with me."

Dean countered and got her into a headlock as he smirked and said calmly, coldly, "Likewise you psychopathic bitch." as he stood and leaned in the doorway, casually, looking down at her.

She got free by slamming her head into his stomach when he wasn't expecting it, and then lunging, she took them both down into the floor.

Dean rolled on top of her, his hands going to her throat. When she laughed and coughing tried to kick him off, he sat down with all his weight and leaning down, he whispered quietly, " Oddly enough, I'm sort of enjoying this."

"Go to hell you son of a bitch." Sydney choked out before bringing her head up, slamming it into his.

"Okay you two, enough foreplay. Get off the goddamn floor." Roman called out as he stood, pulled them apart, both still swinging.

Syd leaned in the doorway, catching her breath, as Roman held out a napkin and said "Your nose is bleeding."

" And Dean?"

"What?" Dean growled as he glared at her and caught his breath before the usual evil smirk he wore filled his face and he realized that their little scuffle had turned him on.

" Next time you lick me, motherfucker.. You're coming back without a tongue." Syd said coldly as she slammed the door shut and walked back down the hallway, going into her room.

Dean stared at the doorway, then shook his mind off of their altercation, the fact that her small warm body beneath his, as she gasped for air, when his hands were around her throat had him turned on right now.

Punching a wall, he threw a glass liquor bottle from the bar at the wall and then started to swear loudly.

Roman smirked as he raked his hand through his long brown hair and observed the scene quietly, careful to keep his thoughts on Syd and Dean to himself, lest he piss Dean off even more.

Because frankly, he didn't feel like having to beat the shit out of Dean tonight.

Dean fell back into his bed after Roman and Seth went to the bar, and growled when he realized that he couldn't stop thinking about the psycho bitch down the hall. And now, he was torn between wanting to fuck her and wanting to murder her.

A low growl escaped his mouth as he remembered seeing Ryback earlier, talking to her at the arena, the feeling of sharp jealousy invading his subconcious, shocking and surprising him. And then an evil laugh followed when he remembered seeing her take a fork and hold it at the larger man's throat. He had a passing thought, a wonder as to how it would be if he couldn't feel pain, but he shoved it and any other Sydney related thought down.

Down the hall, Syd tossed and turned and sat up swearing when she couldn't get his god damn eyes out of her mind. "I fucking hate that motherfucker." she said aloud as she threw her pillow across the room at a wall, flopped back and made herself go to sleep.