" This is how we do it. Shove me out there when Miz is tagged in. Ya know, like you did with your other valets?" Syd said as Dean studied the brunette's face intently.
"What's your idea?"
"You'll see when Miz does. Less talking, more shoving you son of a bitch. And make it look believeable." Syd said impatiently, as she smirked, and glared at Dean, as if they were fighting amongst themselves at the moment.
Dean shrugged and picked her up, tossing her carelessly onto the mat and into the ring. As soon as Syd had a chance, she got Miz down by taking out his knees. Then she straddled him and started hitting him in the face repeatedly. By the time the ref realized what Dean and Syd had done, Miz was pretty out of it, and Syd hurried out of the ring, and waited.
Dean grabbed Miz and picked him up over his shoulders, then dropped him, and did an elbow drop onto the guy, his elbow making hard and fast contact into Miz's sternum. Then he stood him up and sent him crashing into a rail that had a chair in between the turnbuckles.
And when Miz fell, Dean nailed him with the chair. Miz managed to crawl and tag in Eve, and Dean couldn't resist. He picked her up and slammed her to the mat, not giving a damn as to whether it was considered cheating or not, just seeing a chance to hurt someone, wanting to take it, naturally.
Sydney slid in between the ropes and quickly got her legs around Eve's neck, flipping her and landing on top of her. She held her down, and headbutted her twice, then stood her up and sent her into the same chair that Dean sent Miz crashing into moments before.
Jerry watched the way the mixed tag team operated smoothly, brutally and efficiently. He almost had to shudder, because he'd thought Ambrose was a loner when it came to top crazy in the company.
Clearly, he'd found someone akin to himself, and this was not looking good for the newly formed mixed tag team division, if tonight were anything to go by.
And if the two were really together, as rumors had it? This would be even worse for the roster as a whole. Because just one or the other by themselves was clearly bad enough.. But the two of them, working together, with the help from Rollins and Reigns and Syd's only friend, AJ?
None of this was looking good, not in the slightest.
Dean nodded as Syd tagged him in and mouthed, "Go for the forehead." as she pressed a small razor blade into his hand and stepped out of the ropes. And he found a chance, took it. As soon as he'd done his finisher, he tagged her in quickly, and she did her own finisher to Eve, then they both went for pins.
The ref counted them down, and then Dean raised his hands in the air as Syd raised her own hands in the air. They walked up the ramp, silently, neither one of them talking to the other, and as soon as they were backstage, she took off to catering, while he sought out the other two Shield members in the green room.
He sat smirking to himself as he watched the replay of the match. Oddly enough, he didn't entirely hate the having to have fought with her moments before. She did what needed to be done without thought or moral compass.
Not like the other stupid sniveling valets he'd been saddled with in the past.
Sydney sat in catering, eating a Jello cup as she listened to her Ipod, hummed along, smirking at the way the match worked out, then scowling because she was even wasting an afterthought on him at all.
But they had worked well together..