[a/n: this isn't so much a romance as it is just two people with a connection, who like to make others suffer. See Clockwork Orange, or Sid & Nancy, or Bonnie & Clyde, Tiffany & Chucky, for an example of what I'm going for. So, there won't be much romance in here, if any. It's mostly just sort of an inner glimpse of how two extremely fucked up individuals can coexist without killing one another. Sorry if anyone was expecting mush and fluff. Hope this doesn't put anyone off reading it, but as I said before, keeping both my oc and Ambrose as IC as I possibly can here, and sticking to the "kayfabe" aspect.

Love to thank all my reviewers so far, and everyone who's been adding and reviewing anon. You guys are awesome, and I'm glad you like this story.]

"You and I both know that you two cheated in that match. I'm demanding a rematch." Eve huffed as she looked at an unconcerned Sydney who shrugged and then said with a smirk, "Demand all the rematches you want you bimbo, won't change the fact that you and your idiot boyfriend are talentless hacks. Why don't you do us all a favor and leave the real fighting to the grownups?"

Eve growled, lunged at her and Syd bought up the fork, jabbing her with it in the shoulder.

"You stabbed me you crazy little bitch! I'm going to tell McMahon right now! When you and that walking bundle of insane that you call a boyfriend are off this roster, and can't terrorize anymore people, then we'll see who the real powerful bitch is." Eve yelped as Sydney twisted them so that her face was smashed onto the hard linoleum of the floor and then leaning over, she pressed her knee against Eve's head.

"Is that so? Because see, I'm thinking that McMahon is a sadist. He'll let whatever he wants to happen, happen. If it makes him money, he could give two shits less about what happens to his "talent" as a end result. And by the way, the imbecile in question is not my boyfriend. He's a living breathing pain in my fucking ass." Sydney said with a menacing laugh as she heard a throat clearing from above.

"What the fuck do you want, Ambrose, can't you see I'm fucking in the middle of something? This bitch owes me her life, I intend to collect."

"Get the fuck off the floor, now." Dean said coldly, calmly, as he lifted her up, stood her to the side then studied Eve dismissively a moment as a slow sneer filled his face.

"Tell your little boy toy you've got your fucking rematch." he snarled as he shoved her back against the table, and then turned to Syd, grabbing her wrists, giving her a cold warning glare.

" Do not lose your shit like that again. Understood?"

"Fuck the fuck off, Ambrose you fucking fuck." Sydney said calmly as she glared at Eve, panting to catch her breath while tearing her arm free from Dean's grip and snarling "This is between me and that bitch. Noone asked you to get in it, noone wants you in it."

"Yeah, well I'm in it, bitch." Dean snarled as he twisted her wrist again slightly before shoving her, letting her fall to the floor.

He'd gotten halfway to the door when she ran, lept onto his back and started clawing at him. Throwing her down on the floor, he straddled her and smirking said "Not fast enough, Syd." wagging his finger in her face, only to have her bite it, then smash her head into his, and knock him onto his back as she smirked and said "Perk of feeling no pain, buddy. I won't have a headache in an hour. You? You're gonna hurt like a son of a bitch." as he countered and got her down, holding her against the floor, and muttering, "You smell nice.. Kinda like the inside of my mom's purse. She used to hide tootsie rolls in there." as Sydney laughed menacingly and said in return, "Yeah, well if I smell like the inside of your mom's purse, Ambrose, then you smell like my dad's laundry hamper in prison. Doesn't take an idiot to see what I'm insinuating there, does it?"

The two stopped fighting, and catching their breaths for a moment, just glared hatefully at one another, snarling, swearing at one another, until Sydney made a move to get up from the floor.

She stood, and for some unknown reason, held out her hand, smirking .

Dean raised a brow, stood on his own, made a strangling motion at her, his hands at her throat, and all she could do was laugh as she leaned in and said " Try that shit with someone who has something to lose, can feel pain, and gives two shits about your mental state, Ambrose. Because that girl? She ain't me." before turning on her heel, after stomping his foot with the heavy boots she wore, and walking out of catering.

Everyone watching this had their brows raised, and were holding their breaths. As the fight broke up, Maddox turned to Reins and asked, "What the fuck just happened there?"

Reins took a quite and thoughtful bite of his sandwhich and shrugged. The two of them now officially even perplexed him, in all honesty.

It appeared they hated one another, yet if the chips were down, and push came to shove, they watched the other's back. They were constantly having physical altercations, and then five minutes later, if you looked at them, they'd be watching one another warily, with silent smirks.

" Don't know, Brad.. But whatever it is, I have the feeling that there are going to be a shit load of casualties as a result." Seth said quietly as he watched Dean kicking a nearby trash barrel.

The odd thing about this, was that if one really studied the two, they'd swear that they both enjoyed the little fights. That there was almost an odd sort of coexistance, maybe even tolerance there, though both protested, claimed otherwise.

Down the hallway, Sydney trashed a backstage room in fury. She'd almost had her revenge on Eve. She could have ended the wormy little bitch then ,with the fork in her hand, but naturally, Ambrose intervened and fucked it up for her.

" I'll pay her back, Brinna." Syd muttered quietly as she sank to the floor, looked at a picture on the inside of the locket she always wore, managing a slightly softer version of the sadistic and crazed smile she normally wore.

Eve was finally going to see what it felt like to be made a laughing stock. She hoped that with any luck, she could push Eve to suicide, as Eve and her group of idiot friends back then had pushed Brinna to jump that night.

And through all of this, Sydney blamed herself. Brinna was the softer one.. Brinna needed her that night and she'd been so damn angry at Brinna's going against what she advised that she hadn't bothered to tag along, check on her, be there for her.

And in some ways, Ambrose reminded her of Brinna. She didn't want to admit this, she was loathe to admit it, but she felt this urge to watch his back.

Granted, she wanted nor expected anything in return. She didn't believe in the whole concept of love or emotions, she only ever really experienced rage and sadness. She handled her emotions privately.

A voice spoke up from behind her and she looked up to find Seth standing there.

"So... Who is Brinna? And what'd Eve have to do with whatever happened to her?" he asked, his hand raking through his hair as he studied the new fourth member of Shield intently.

" Brinna was... She was important to me.. And Eve and her friends did something to her that caused her to take her own life."

"What do you mean, exactly?"

" They humiliated her and she jumped off a bridge, landed on a set of railroad tracks below the bridge. Died on the spot." Sydney said quietly as she continued to stare at the picture of the two of them in the antique locket.

Dean stood against a wall, listening intently. He'd been curious about Syd, now everything that made him curious was being answered.

" So basically, you're here to make her life a living hell." Seth ventured as he looked at Syd.

" Well, murder is illegal, is it not? I'm deranged, but I know the laws." Sydney said as she looked up at Seth and then said in a cold voice, " Why the fuck am I even telling you this? It's none of your god damn business."

"I don't know." Seth said with a shrug as he added, "What else is there to it?"

" I confronted her, and then she and her friends beat me up in front of everyone at our old high school. I put up one hell of a fight, mind you.."

"Ahhh. And there it is.. she basically made your life a living hell."

Dean listened quietly, as he thought about what Syd was saying at the moment. It helped explain a lot about her. But, he growled to himself when he realized it still didn't explain the fact that they always had one another's backs. And that she wasn't scared of him.

"Basically, yes. But... I guess I'm doing it because I can't feel pain, and I blame myself too. I shoulda went with her, you know? I mean I knew that shit was a setup. And all I could do was turn my back, because I was pissed at her for being happy, for trying to seize what she thought would be a chance at happiness." Sydney said as she raked her hands through her long brown hair and bit her lower lip in thought.

"That's fucked up." Seth said as he looked at her, then shrugging said "So..."

"You can get lost now. My past and my private life's off the table, Rollins. I've done enough talking for today." Sydney said calmly, coldly as she stood and walked down the hallway.

Dean turned on his heel, walked back to the locker room and then made a mental note to keep Miz on the target list for just a little longer.. And add Eve Torres.

He couldn't explain why he came to this conclusion, but he did. If he had to guess, it'd be that he enjoyed a good feud, and this one looked like a worthwhile cause.

And the Shield was here to correct "injustices" they saw, were they not?