[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. The flashback below, from Dean's Pov, is something he mentioned in a promo as Moxley. Thought this might add some realism to the story, sort of show why the two, Syd and Dean are "connected" to one another.]
" Wait. I can take care of her, damn it. God damn, just wait before you take her." Dean shouted as the CPS worker started out the door with his younger cousin. He tried to chase after, intimidate the woman into leaving her, but all this resulted in, was her calling the police, and before he knew it, he was cuffed, shoved as hard as they could shove him in the back of the cop car right out in front of everyone in his old neighborhood.
All he could do, from the backseat of the cop car was watch as the CPS worker loaded his younger cousin into the waiting van, to take her back to the childrens home. He tried fighting, tried getting out of the cuffs, but the van drove away, and he went to spend a night in county lockup.
Dean sat up scowling as he raked his hand through his hair and stretched. He didn't get it.. Why now, after all this time, did he think about the night CPS took his younger cousin? He'd shoved it down a really long time ago, buried it as deeply as it would go.
He dealt with that shit. So why now, was he lying awake in his god damn bed, in a cold sweat like some damn little kid after an intense nightmare?
This entire situation pissed him off, so he got up and grabbed a hoodie, and his Ipod, and walked down to the hotel's gym, only to hear Disturbed Down with the Sickness already blasting from within.
A scowl formed on his face, he wasn't in the mood to deal with that little crazy mental case Syd tonight, yet he wondered why she was awake at this hour also, so he walked in and stood in a corner watching.
Then he reached out, turned off the Ipod and stepped into sight, catching the punching bag.
"What the fuck do you want, Ambrose?" Sydney snarled as she raked her hand through her hair, grimaced when she realized that she'd been fighting too long, again, because a few of her knuckles were red and swollen, bloody.
"Where's your god damn tape you fucking psycho?" Dean asked as he looked at her hands, then found a roll of gauze, tossed it at her, disgusted.
"Why the fuck do you insist on monitoring me like I'm a damn baby. I have dealt with this my whole life. I can handle myself." Sydney insisted as he leaned and said calmly, in a cold tone of voice, "Evidently not, psycho, because every time I turn around, you're fucking bleeding or burning or something. It's annoying."
"Well then, leave me the fuck alone!" Syd snarled back as she taped the gauze around her wrist and then looked at the man in front of her. "What are you doing awake, anyway, Ambrose?"
Dean shrugged. He saw no real reason that his personal problems would be any of her damn business.
Sydney shrugged, not giving a shit why he couldn't sleep and then sat down next to him on the bench he sat on. "I actually have an idea. We have that rematch against Eve and Mizanin.. And I sort of have an idea for a hybrid move.. The only problem is.. It's gonna take both of us."
Dean's gaze drifted over her, over her body, and he licked his lips before shrugging and saying, " Explain."
" You shouldn't have a problem doing it. All you have to do is throw me at Miz, and I get him into an Evenflow DDT."
" Not a bad idea." Dean mumbled as he found himself looking at her, studying her face. Like him, she was emotionally cut off, dangerous and insane.
And unlike others, she didn't back down from him when he got scary.
"Stop staring and talk, god damn." Sydney said quietly, as she leaned in, biting her lip as she brushed some hair away from his forehead.
"It was fucking annoying me."
Dean leaned in and took the gauze, rolling his eyes as he held it out to her, and pointed to her forehead. " You've got some blood on your forehead." he said coldly, in a stiff voice.
Sydney wiped it off and then biting her lip said quietly, " I never sleep worth a shit at night. I never have, actually."
Dean pretended that he didn't suffer the same thing at some times, and shrugged carelessly as he said " And?"
Sydney shrugged and shotgunned the cold water as she stood and stretched, then walked out of the gym, leaving Dean to his own thoughts.
He started to beat the punching bag until the chain snapped, the bag fell to the floor, but he could not get her statement, or what she'd told Seth earlier out of his mind. He was sort of realizing that they were a lot more alike than either cared to admit.
And apparently, they were learning to tolerate one another. And she wasn't a bad person to have on his side in a mixed tag match, either, because unlike those weak sniveling little idiot females, she didn't honestly care if he threw her into the ring, or snapped, or tried to strangle her, because she did this, right back to him.
He laughed bitterly and then shut the door to the gym, wandering back up to his room where he sat up the rest of the night, going back over what'd woken him up in the first place.