Eve and Maryse cut her off in the hallway as they smirked and closed in on her, quietly. "We're about to teach you a lesson about being cocky."
"Oh really? Is that so?" Syd chuckled as she clenched her fists, looked at both of them defiantly. Beth grabbed her from behind, and the attack started before she could really fight them off, before she'd even gotten to her brass knuckles or her pocketknife.
Dean was on his way to catering, but he heard the commotion in the darkened and empty corridor on the hallway. Curious, and wanting to get his hands dirty, or so he'd swear to his dying day, if asked, he poked his head down the corner, and saw Eve, Maryse and Beth all ganging up on Sydney.
He had to admit, Sydney, for her small size was putting up one hell of an impressive fight, but losing badly. Before he realized what he was doing, he stood in the center of the hallway, and cleared his throat, getting at least one of the girls to look up.
As he did this, Sydney had a little time to make the necessary escape. And she did so by smashing her head back against Beth's chest as hard as she could, winding the Glamazon for a moment. Eve glared as she looked from Dean to Sydney, then back again, rolling her eyes.
Dean honestly scared the living piss out of her. Sydney did too, but it was a different level of fear than the one Dean Ambrose presented. Sydney was a familiar enemy. Eve knew how to deal with her. She had dealt with her before. It took more than one person, but she eventually got her down, made her realize that Eve was just better.
Dean, however.. he had no problems fighting a woman, and from the looks of the way he was studying the fight, like he itched to get into it, Eve had a feeling that they wouldn't be getting any help from him against Sydney.
Which meant that somehow, the Shield was going to either come after them, or Sydney had joined the Shield.
The barrage of punches and kicks, biting and hair pulls continued, and Dean jogged down, chair in hand, nailing Beth with it as he snarled, " Fucking do something now you fucking cunt."
" Oh, what is she, your girlfriend?" Eve asked with a smirk as she looked from Dean to Syd. Syd, she noticed in amusement, didn't look overly thrilled to see Ambrose standing there.
" No. But neither are you bitches." Dean said calmly, coldly as he swung at Eve, only to be tapped and hit in the face by Miz.
And then, he was surprised when a leg went over his shoulder, and a heavy soled biker boot made contact with Mizanin's face.
"We're even, Ambrose, now get the fuck lost." Sydney stated as Miz staggered back.
For a moment, they stood looking at one another, and then Ambrose smirked and said "You're bleeding again." getting a casual shrug from Syd who said quietly, " Not really a surprise." before stepping back, scowling as she realized she'd been migrating close to him.
She walked away, and Dean thought about someone he hadn't thought about in a long time. "That's what this is. She just reminds me of her." he mumbled sternly as he raked his hand through his hair and watched her disappearing down the hallway.
Again, he wondered how it'd be to not feel any pain, ever. Biting his lip, he leaned against the wall, and realized that she'd dropped her Ipod on the floor.
On his way back down the hall, he stopped and picked it up. Miz by now was getting his second wind, and he came staggering at Dean who grabbed him and slammed him at a wall.
"Never fucking touch her again." Dean growled as he glared and then smirked sadistically, as he dropped him on the ground from where he'd been holding him by the collar. As he walked away, he growled, scowling. He hated that he kept finding himself thinking about her, and just now, he'd protected her. Though if asked, he was going to say that he was just looking for a fight and Beth and the girls gave him what he wanted.
Miz watched him walking off and then groaned, wincing in pain. " God help us if those two psychopaths are together." he muttered before limping off to find Eve, and then McMahon.
He wanted a match against Ambrose and that little crazy bitch Dean had helped (though Miz suspected it was just to fight, for no other reason had he helped but that.), and he'd get Eve to team up with him. Maybe he and Eve could teach the two of them where their place on the roster was, and what happened to evil people like them.
Because Eve was his girlfriend, sort of, and he wasn't about to just take what Dean had done just now lying down.
Vince McMahon listened intently as Miz pitched his match idea for the night, then explained what happened in the hallway just now. A smirk filled Vince's face. So the two of them were working together, and people were under the impression that Syd and Dean were an item, were they?
McMahon nodded and said "And I love the way you think, Mizanin. I'll make the match right now." as he stood and set off to find Sydney and Dean.
Dean wandered into the medic's office and looked around curiously, finding it empty.
He shrugged and walked out, then found her in catering, eating a cup of Jello.
He slammed the Ipod down on the table and turned, walking out of the room without speaking. Syd shrugged nonchalantly, staring at his retreating form, scowling because it seemed like the more she tried NOT to think about him or be around him, the more she found herself around him.
" I still hate that motherfucker." she muttered to herself as she took another bite of the jello, then turned on her Ipod, jammed in her earbuds.
"I still hate that god damn bitch." Dean muttered to himself as he paced around outside the arena, smoking a cigarette before kicking and turning over, throwing a garbage can.