Found footage. Whatever programming that had been displayed was quickly aborted by distorted voices and grainy footage. Dean Ambrose had a message and he didn't care who or what he interrupted. Anything EBWF related, if it wasn't from the mouth of himself or Seth Rollins was brain washing fodder. Or so he believed in his heart in mind. Outside. Very dark. Some body of water could be seen behind him and there were a few round, dim, spherical lights to keep things somewhat visible. The rest was all stars and concrete. The Royal Rumble winner was dressed entirely in black which had been the case for some time. His location wasn't important. What he had to say was.
Dean Ambrose: I love it. I was completely wrong. I thought that maybe they would wait a week or two until Mania to try and take my title shot away from me. I guess someone is in panic mode.
Ambrose began to rant and pace while wildly moving his arms about in an exaggerated manner. He mimicked the voice of a distraught higher-up.
Dean Ambrose: "Oh, we don't like this Ambrose kid. Get him out. He's saying things that we don't want him to say. Get him out. He knows how corrupted we are. Get him out! He won't fit into the peg that we envisioned for him. GET HIM OUT!"
He drew his face closer to his camera. He couldn't contain his almost savage emotions as he drug his palm through his hair and allowed his tongue to roll out for a moment. It was as if he wanted to taste the frustration of those he felt were trying to keep him locked down.
Dean Ambrose: You can't. You can't get rid of me. I'm too strong now and I'm stronger than you will ever be. And do you what else?
The dangerous young man tapped at the side of the camera very roughly.
Dean Ambrose: Sending Chris Jericho to try and stop me isn't going to work. I don't get it. There aren't any foot soldiers you can throw a few zeroes at to come for my throat? No legends you can dig up to throw in my way? At least make this a challenge!
Ambrose threw his hands upwards and screamed to no one in particular but everyone who was viewing.
Dean Ambrose: Make. It. A challenge.
His voice almost nearly sounded as though he were begging. A feral grin appeared on his face.
Dean Ambrose: I upset Chris Jericho. He cursed over the mic on live television. I wonder if he had to pay a fine. I doubt it. He's CHRIS JERICHO. He can do whatever he wants without any consequence. Always have and always will.
It was very clear by just the mere look upon his face that those circumstances nearly drove him mad.
Dean Ambrose: Not anymore. Not that I'm here. Chris Jericho is going to be held accountable. For everything he's done for all these years. Mr.EBWF. The biggest lacky, the biggest stooge, the BIGGEST RAT! All the poison that he's released is getting shoved back into his throat. Bon appetit. Chris Jericho has been in every kind of match that you can possibly imagine. He's faced every conceivable opponent you can think of. But he hasn't faced me! He hasn't fought me! Because that's exactly what this is going to be: a fight. Do you ever wonder what the hardest thing in Chris Jericho's life has ever been? Do you wonder what adversity he's faced? NOTHING! Because he's always got through it with hard work and determination. If he had ever went through what I went through he would put a bullet through his temple!
His palm struck the head of his head a few times to hammer those words home. It didn't take long before he began another tirade. He stomped back and forth around his dim surroundings, as indistinctive as they were.
Dean Ambrose: "Oh, he's being dark and twisted! He's in some dark place!" I HAVE TO BE! I won't allow their camera's to be around me. I don't get to be in pretty, nice surroundings like all the other "superstars".
Another extreme close up as the Cincinnati extremist snatched the lens of the camera.
Dean Ambrose: Look at me. LOOK AT ME! I have done everything I had ever said I'm going to do. So believe me when I tell you that I am going to hurt Chris Jericho. I'm going to make him wish that he never heard my name. He's so comfortable in the world he's been living in for all these years but I am going to take that from him. And there is nothing he's going to be able to do about it. He's going to have to realize that he was the last line of defense between me and the World Title and he FAILED! The GM, The CEO, whatever he's called, FAILED.
Regret. Only for a brief moment. But appeared on his face long enough to be noticeable.
Dean Ambrose: I don't care about his wife because she married a monster like him. But I care about his children. I care that they're innocent and they to suffer through what I'm going to do. Don't let them watch. Don't. They shouldn't have to experience this just because their father is a spineless, fake, morally empty human being. If they want to know what kind of man he is..just ask me.
Complicated. Complex. Too words that described Dean Ambrose. Vicious was another one that's how his face began to look.
Dean Ambrose: And there's only one thing left after I overthrow the puppet leader. Wrestle Mania. When I win that title from whomever happens to be holding it. When I truly begin to end the horror and injustice that has been happening for eleven years. I'm going to take this entire company hostage. There won't be a single soul left to stop me or stand in my way. Believe. In. Me.
The screen suddenly became a scrambled mess with very little warning.