" And I have to fight with that fucking fuck because, exactly?" Syd asked as she continued beating the shit out of a punching bag, while McMahon stood in the doorway, watching the girl carefully.
"Because, the fans seem to think there is something going on with yourself, and Dean Ambrose."
"What's going on is that we hate one another. There is no love story there, McMahon. People like me? Ambrose? We don't feel emotions like others do." Syd explained as Vince grimaced at the blood on her hand. " Well, I've made the match."
"And I'm not stopping you. But I'm also not going to start fighting with this son of a bitch either. Get that through your head right now, McMahon. You giving orders might work with these other brainless retards, but not me. I follow noone's rules but my own. Now.. Get the fuck out of my private room." Syd said as she wrapped gauze around her wrist, and pointed him out, down the hall.
"Ballsy little girl." McMahon muttered as he raked his hand through his silvering hair before stopping to say, "I'll break her like I did Austin and the others."
He found Dean Ambrose in catering, talking to Roman and Seth in hushed tones. Whatever he was telling them, they didn't seem to like, especially Roman, who asked aloud, "Yeah, and what if I'm not just gonna sit back and abide by your fucking no touch Syd command, Ambrose.. What then?" with a malicious smirk.
Dean leaned in across the table and smirking maliciously right back, grabbed his collar as he said "Well, then I'll just have to gut you then feed you your arms and legs, won't I, Reigns. Either way, it's not gonna end pretty for you. Get the word out back here."
He nodded curtly, and took a bite of his sandwich and McMahon sat down. "Well then. Sydney certainly has you figured out completely wrong, Ambrose, judging by that."
" It's for her own damn good. Don't get this twisted, I have no feelings for her one way or the other. It's just looking after a member of Shield."
" It's protecting someone, Dean, stop trying to sugarcoat it." Vince said with a smirk as Dean growled and leaned in, saying calmly, coldly, " I am NOT protecting that little bitch."
"That's not what it sounded like I walked up and overheard. And speaking of Sydney.. you two in a mixed tag team match against Miz and Eve Torres. Miz asked for the match."
"Good. I'll kill that little motherfucker and his pretty little bitch too." Dean growled as he threw a chip into the air, caught it in his mouth.
"And Dean?"
"What the fuck do you want, McMahon?"
" We've taken the liberty of giving you two a shared theme song. She'll be your new valet."
"God damn it. I hate that little bitch. What the fuck makes you think I want her under foot all the fucking time you moron?"
" Claim what you want, Ambrose, but this is my show, and if I want to force you two to get married, I can and I will." Vince said with an evil smirk as he stood, walked off.
Dean growled, not happy with this turn of events, not in the slightest. Yet in the back of his mind, he was a little more eased mentally, because he'd been trying to keep his eye on the cold and cocky little bitch all morning, and two, count 'em two times, she'd managed to either cut or burn herself.
" What the fuck do I care about the fucking bitch?" he muttered as he raked his hand through his hair, stared down at his plate.
Deep down in the darkest recesses of his mind, he probably knew the answer to that, but he'd die before admitting it, because he was not a weak minded or willed person.
The simplest way to put it would be that Syd reminded him of the one other person he never got a chance to protect, thanks to the god damn CPS worker who came along, took her from him. His younger cousin.
Parts of him also knew this wasn't the only thing, but, the other reason stayed buried as deep down within as he could get it.
He set off to find Sydney, but to his shock, she found him first.
"We need to talk. Now. This McMahon bullshit? Not gonna happen." she said as she sat down, eating a fry. He looked at her bloody and heavily gauzed hand and then said stiffly, "What the fuck have you done now, you stupid fucking bitch?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Ambrose. I've lived with this condition my entire life. I think I know how to handle it." Syd dismissed as he looked at her, glaring coldly.
" For once, we agree on something." Dean said with a smirk as he looked at her.
"So.. you're supposedly this fucking evil genius, Ambrose.. What are you gonna do?"
"We give the idiots what they want.. Within reason. And then, we sort of toy with McMahon."
Syd shrugged and said "Better than my idea, more amusing."
"What was your idea?"
" Park that fucking Ferrari up his ass." Syd said with a slight smirk as Ambrose raised a brow, then smirked himself.
" He better not make us start spending time together." they both blurted at the same time, as Syd picked at her fingernail polish then said " Just thought I'd give you a heads up as to what that idiot's got on his mind."
She stood and walked out of catering, and Dean muttered, " I still hate that god damn bitch."