A/N: So I'm somewhat back. I'm gonna work on updating something..I have nothing for most of the stories I have in process right now but I'll try to get creative. R&R

This paring is a guilty pleasure of mine and so is this song I hope you all like it.

xoxoxo

Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see some type of pleasure in my mind

When I told them they would fear my name, they thought I was joking. But I was far from it. Fear is what I live on. It makes me feel more warm and tingly then the stupid whores that are prancing around with the little tiaras and ugly pink belt. The only person that came close was that raven haired punk but he is playing so goddamn hard to get. All his little Indy buddies told him I was a bad egg. Evil personified a pure sociopath.

And this was coming from a guy whose gimmick was to stab people with a spike.

Really and I'm the crazy one.

I was never that bad when I was in the Indies, I kept to myself a lot and the ultra violent matches got out a large amount of the tension. There is nothing hotter than being covered in blood. After those matches I wouldn't shower like everyone else. I would find somewhere dark and quiet, rip my trunks off and jack off until I thought my dick was going to fall off. God I miss those days.

Now, I am surrounded by morons and overdone whores. The frustration just kept building. It made my skin crawl and my hands shake. Sex couldn't even cut the edge off any more. I used to be able to at least sleep after sticking my dick into something warm. There wasn't even a limited supply of warm bodies to sleep with. It just didn't help.

I blame it on the fact the only thing in the world I want isn't as easy as the rest of the roster. I've tried many times to get him home with me. The closest I have ever gotten was a very drunken and sloppy hand job after too many shots at the bar and it was me giving the hand job not him. He acts like a prude but I have seen him after Indy shows. He isn't such a prude when he's pinned up against the shower with a short twink whispering filthy things in his ears.

This is all Seth Rollins fault.

xoxoxo

Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me

"Please, Dean. I want to go home. Why are you doing this?"

God, her voice was like nails on the chalkboard. All she did was screech and cry and whine. All I wanted to do was relax, have a cigarette in peace and get some frustration out before my match with the object of my desire. But my peace was ruined by Maxine's god damn voice. I only picked her because of her hair. It's soft and silky like his. It was damn easy to get her too. She's a slut, all I had to do was fuck her and she didn't even notice me stabbing the needle into her neck. That's how I got her to my special little beach house near the water.

"Maxine, darling, shut your fucking mouth before I cut off your fucking tongue." I snarled over at the naked woman tied up on the floor.

That may have been a bad choice because that caused the stupid slut to start screaming louder. God, why couldn't people just listen? With a loud sigh I got up from the chair and walked over to her.

" Why couldn't you just stay quite." I sighed before kicking her on the side of her head, aiming for her jaw. I hear aloud crack and the bitch went silent. All I could hear now was quiet moaning and a gurgling sound.

" Finally, all you women do is talk talk talk." I laughed going back to sit on my chair. " I bet he would be nice and quiet, he looks better then you anyways. You are just fake tits, fake lips and a loose pussy. I only took you because you were begging for it. Just like a bitch in heat." My laughing got louder as she looked at me with teary eyes. I stopped laughing when my phone started buzzing. I looked at the caller I.D and smiled over at Maxine. " Oh look it's Seth now."

" Yes, darling?" I answered with a big grin.

" Dusty wants us to meet at 4 to go over our match." He said in that beautiful voice of his.

" Alright darling, I just have something to take care of first." I smiled happily as I went over to the corner of the room that had my bags.

" Stop calling me darling Dean, it's fucking weird." He said with a growl. God, that sound made my chest tight and my dick hard.

" Fine, fine. See you soon good looking." I said hanging up my phone. I tossed it down and picked up the metal bat I brought with me. I walked back over to Maxine humming happily. " Night night, my darling." I said as I swung the bat down finally getting the peace I needed.

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Born and Bloodied
Every single time