[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.]
'ding, ding, ding' and as soon as their combined theme song played, Syd smirked, looking up at Dean. Dean smirked back, and then said quietly, " Stay focused. Do not fuck this up, Vicious, or I will kick the living piss out of you."
"Same goes for you, Ambrose. Don't make me fucking stab you. When I cough, do it, throw me at him. The rest, I can handle." Syd said as Dean studied her then smirking suggested, " And when I cough, make sure Eve is near the ring ropes."
Syd raised a brow, and he shrugged mysteriously, as the two of them stepped from the gorilla to the ramp, walked down together, neither speaking, both wearing menacing and grim smirks as Lawler remarked, " Those two enjoy this I think."
All Michael Cole could really do was nod in agreement and hope to God all hell didn't break out..
Which it did when neither Syd or Ambrose could wait to start the match, and instead opted for attacking Miz and Eve before they even fully got into the ring.
Dean had Miz on his back when Miz slid down, tried to choke him down to the mat.
Sydney looked on approvingly, licking her lips, smirking almost a proud smirk as Dean, her tag partner beat the living hell out of Miz. She coughed when she saw Miz staggering and Dean's head shot up.
He walked over, and she pretended to slap him, selling it, Dean picking her up, chunking her straight at Miz. She got her legs around his head and did the spinning headscissors, slinging him to the mat. The ref figured out too late again what was going on, and when he finally realized what Dean and Syd just pulled, Dean was going for a guillotine submission move.
Syd got out of the ring, and waited. She heard the signal, and she locked her sights in on Eve, smirking maliciously. Nailing her quickly with a bicycle kick, Eve went over the ring ropes and Dean suplexed her. Then Dean tagged in Syd who flipped over the ring ropes and catapulted down onto Eve, going for a pin.
At the end of the three count, they looked at one another, covered in blood, wearing almost identical evil grins, and Syd turned on her heel, walking back up the ramp.
Dean walked up not too long after, and caught up with her backstage.
"Not bad for a puny little bitch who is a huge pain in my ass."
"Not bad for a motherfucking psycho moron who thinks with his penis."
The two fell silent and stepped into the room that Seth and Roman were waiting in. Now, they had to plan their attack for later on tonight.
Not only were they planning on taking out Flair, but a few others as well.
As they discussed strategy, Dean eyed the petite brunette carefully, almost warily. He still hated her being underfoot, but he was starting to be able to tolerate her just a bit more. But nothing beyond that.
Sydney looked up and seeing him looking at her, she rolled her eyes. But after he'd walked away, grumbling to himself, she smirked a little and bit her lip, watching him walk off.
She still hated the smarmy son of a bitch, but she had to admit, they made one hell of a team.