WrestleMania is dead. Not only was it the biggest show in pro wrestling but it was a huge event in the world of entertainment as well. It was premeditated. The killer had stated for weeks that it's demise was coming. And he lived up to his word. No one could have anticipated that he had others that were going to assist in this slaughter. Even the biggest skeptics were silenced. Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and this group dubbed "The Shield" ran far deeper than anyone could have imagined.
He kept replaying the events in his mind. The angry, frightened, confused faces in the crowd. The flames burning down everything they touched. Bodies laying strewn about everywhere. Every single detail had been flawlessly executed. Except one. The creator's sister got away. But it was doubtful that she would ever pose a threat after that display of power. Many had attempted something of this magnitude but none of them had ever been able to pull it off to this degree. Elite, The Midnight Gang, nWo..this made them all look like amateurs. But it was far from over. The EBWF was on life support and now it was time to pull the plug and watch it flat line.
The group was large. How many of them that had actually been trained to be professional wrestlers was unclear but it was assumed that many of them at least competed on an independent level. Obviously, no one employed by the EBWF was going to interview them nor would they be asked to. So it was all kept at a guerilla level. The Shield filmed themselves with their own equipment in a basement not unlike the one found in Chuck Palahniuk's novel 'Fight Club'. The location was a mystery and it was meant to remain that way. Dingy and lit by a series of overhead lights. It was difficult to describe the surrounding as it was filled with so many men dressed entirely in black clothing. They weren't as elaborately as dressed as the two men positioned in front of the camera: Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins. Their outfits stood out to ensure that everyone knew that they were the de-facto leaders. But a few things on the walls stood out. Images of various EBWF Superstars and personalities, posters. Black and white with darkened out pupils and "GUILTY" written across their foreheads in a bold font.
Ambrose stood with his head lowered towards the floor while Rollins lightly tapped a crowbar in his palm. The same one he threatened Nicole Ikeda with during that faithful night in March. Ambrose began to speak in a very low tone of voice. He was slouching badly while smoothing a hand along the back of his head.
Dean Ambrose: No one is ever going to be able to forget what we have accomplished. It can't be ignored. Every man and woman employed busy this company is our target.
Seth Rollins: We want all those who are guilty to experience the terror of their crimes. The paradigm can't shift until the castle crumbles.
Rollins sharply swatted the crowbar into one of his glove covered hands.
Dean Ambrose: We want to make sure that none of you can sleep at night. Every solitary moment of your existence should be hiding and cowering from this Shield.
Ambrose made a gesture behind him to the legion that stood at his call.
Dean Ambrose: Whenever someone wins this..
The new champion lifted the highly coveted World Title above his head like so many had done in the past when they won the gold.
Dean Ambrose: ..they go on about how much power and influence it gives then. But in reality it doesn't give them anything.
He tossed the belt onto the floor in a carless sign of disrespect.
Dean Ambrose: It's just a belt. A prop. What gives you power and influence is doing what we did at WrestleMania. Something no one else has ever had the balls to try. Steve Austin came out in the late 90's and stuck it to his boss and drank beer. Gave everybody something to cheer for! He made everyone believe they could RAISE HELL and stand against the establishment!
Ambrose mocked the Rattlesnake's trademark call for more alcholic beverages when he stood on the turnbuckles.
Dean Ambrose: But he was a cartoon character. He didn't stand for anything. He was just a man. CM Punk aired his grievances to the world and dropped pipe bombs and tried to rebel. He beat up his boss too. Except he was always under the thumb of oppression the entire time. He caused a tiny ruckus and we've created a moment. He created some change but not like us. We are your new belief system.
Seth Rollins: Believe that.
The native of Iowa chuckled lightly to himself.
Seth Rollins: WrestleMania was an amazing night for us and for me in general. I've never heard that many people screaming in unison. I've never seen so much fear in one place. I could taste it, I could smell it..
Rollins inhaled slowly as he closed his eyes. Much like someone would if they were admiring the scent of a flower. He truly savored all the panic he helped cause.
Seth Rollins: The entire time Nicole Ikeda was in my grasp I could feel her tremble. The look in her eyes, it was..well..truly spectacular. Having someone rendered so helpless and watching their hope dwindle away every time their rescue attempts failed..
Rollins seemed to be really getting into the visual he was portraying and he began smoothing his fingers along the crowbar.
Seth Rollins: ..just made everything so worthwhile. And I had this crowbar lifted over my head and ready to bring it down across her pretty little face. I honestly think I heard her heart stop beating for a moment there.
His grip on the metal bar was starting to become uncomfortably tight.
Seth Rollins: If I could have done what I was intending on doing..I would have heard everyone in the MetLife Stadium shouting their lungs out.
He laughed, almost uncomfortably, as the thought was driving him wild. But soon his expression soured along with Ambrose's.
Seth Rollins: But John Cena got involved.
Dean Ambrose: And John Cena caught the ass beating of a lifetime because of it. I swear to God, because stuck his nose in this, he's going to take little Nikki's place and it's going to happen when he least expects it. Word. Life.
Ambrose mocked Cena's Captain America like salute if it were being interpreted by brain dead drunk before sneering with disgust and pointing erratically at the camera.
Dean Ambrose: So who exactly is there left to stop us? Who did this company decide was going to be there beacon of light? Who were they going to enlist to SNATCH back control?
Seth Rollins: The Miz. AJ Styles. Christian. And Damien Sandow.
Rollins scoffed at the idea of the quartet that had been assembled while Ambrose shook his head very slowly with wide eyes.
Dean Ambrose: Those four, huh? That's what ya got for us? After we ran through Jericho, Punk, Kendrick and Orton all in one night?
Seth Rollins: Don't forget Joanie.
Dean Ambrose: Yeah. That's right. Don't forget Joanie. It doesn't matter what you have between your legs. If you're guilty, we're are going to hurt you. So let me pose this question to Styles and Miz, Sandow and Christian. Where were you four when we were torching that arena? Hm? Counting how many zeroes you got on your 'Mania checks? I mean, I understand why Miz didn't come sprinting down that aisle. Miz was probably asking his WHORE Hollywood girlfriend for his balls back and after being refused, he just couldn't man up to the task.
He nodded vigorously after his mean spirited remark, smirking while motioning some fingers towards himself.
Dean Ambrose: Yeah, I called your rich, fancy girlfriend a whore. Come do something about it. And Christian, oh, Christian was on his knee's praying TO GOD, THANKING HIM, that he dropped that title a week before the show. Because if he had been in Punk's place, he would have had to experience all that first hand and I know his poor, poor heart wouldn't have been able to take that pressure.
The new World Champion placed a hand over his heart and mimed an over exaggerated look of sympathy.
Seth Rollins: And we can all safely assume that AJ Styles got distracted after the first pair of female legs spread open for him. WrestleMania attracts so many ring rats that I'm sure some redneck piece of garbage such as himself was on cloud nine. And Sandow? Well, finding a corner to hide in was probably the smartest thing to do so maybe he really is as intelligent as he claims.
Ambrose suddenly gripped Rollins by his vest and slowly tilted his head sideways. Whatever thought he had just came up with had left him concerned.
Dean Ambrose: But Seth. You're forgetting something. Miz got something trending on twitter. He got "Believe In The Sequel" to trend!
Seth Rollins: Adorable.
Dean Ambrose: Yeah. Oh yeah.
Ambrose slowly nodded his head up and down a few times.
Dean Ambrose: Because when you trend on twitter you have the support every moron with an internet connection. That's gonna win ya some fights!
Seth Rollins: I'll see if I can get us to trend to try and counteract their battle strategy.
Rollins replied sarcastically while Ambrose released his partner and cocked his fast back while staring at the camera. He couldn't wait to bring his knuckles crashing into Miz's teeth. His own teeth were clenched tightly.
Dean Ambrose: That is the difference between us and everyone else. We come into every situation as a fight. A war! We don't come out in our underwear or tights because we're not not like them. We fight. We don't wrestle. Everything we do is intending on hurting our opponents as quickly as possible. We don't waste any moments and we don't give a shit about the spotlight. We have no limitations and we don't answer to anyone. NO ONE believes in The Sequel and sure as hell NO ONE believes in Christian and Sandow.
Dean's face scrunches up in a aversive reaction, a strong expression of revulsion.
Dean Ambrose: Who could possibly believe in ANY of them?! This isn't a stupid hashtag. It's not some cute little catch phrase to get trending and create buzz. It's cold, harsh reality. And the four of them, these drones, they're going to find out how deathly serious this all is.
Seth Rollins: We're very well aware that the four of them are going to be instructed to hurt us. No matter what they say, they're going to be unified in that pursuit. We know as soon as we step into that building that we are walking into enemy territory. But we aren't worried because we have a counterstrike all lined up. We're more than aware that this company doesn't want us to leave that building with their precious Tag Team titles.
Dean Ambrose: We dare you! WE DARE YOU! C'mon! Let's see some heroes step up! Let's see who's dumb enough to try and get in our way now!
Seth Rollins: Miz and Styles, who used to try and crack jokes at our expense, know how much of a threat we are because we've beaten them like dogs before. The tag titles we have right now we're taken from them by force. It doesn't matter what they say or if they smile and make their "clever" little quips. They're afraid, they're afraid of what we're going to do to them and they should be.
Dean Ambrose: And Christian and Sandow?
Ambrose smirked in amusement.
Dean Ambrose: We don't overlook anyone. We're not underestimating you two. Not at all. You're hungry, right? Christian wants another go as World Champ and Sandow wants to look important after he lost his Mania match. So here's what we do. You two take out AJ and Miz, or at least try because no one expects much from you two and then you LEAVE. YOU VANISH. We'll forget you exist for a night and you can keep right along breathing without a tube for a little while longer.
He clapped his hands together and gave a demented looking crooked grin.
Dean Ambrose: Sound like a plan boys? We have a way of sniffing out weakness and you two are dripping with it. Look behind me.
Once more he gestured to the silent and formidable looking crew standing behind him.
Dean Ambrose: We don't except just anyone. No, no. You have to heart to be a part of this. And maybe one of them could even be ready to make a good old fashioned EBWF debut. We have a lot of potential for..aggressive expansion. We've been having some tryouts.
The visual of Ambrose and Rollins was replaced by what looked like surveillance footage. It displayed a man sitting in a small room in front of a table across from Seth Rollins. Rollins had his hair tyed backwards, glasses on his face, and his hands folded together. The two conversed in silence as there was no sound. The footage flickered and when it returned the man, "the interviewee", was bound to the table with a burlap sack over his head. Rollins was standing with his back to him while the man could clearly be seen struggling and trying to break free. After another burst of static, we skipped to the most disturbing reel. Rollins had crept on top of the unfortunate Shield trainee. His hair was unbound and hanging downwards while Rollins vomited some kind of dark colored liquid all over the shrouded face of the man, in something that looked like it came straight out of an unrated cut of The Evil Dead. The original scene resumed.
Seth Rollins: Not everyone has the heart for this.
Dean Ambrose: Miz, Styles, Sandow and Christian? They have no heart. And if they do we're going to rip them out. They couldn't stop us last Sunday, they didn't even try. Randy Orton couldn't save his own wife and I'm sure he just loves his little princess to pieces. He had something to fight four. These four don't. They don't have a chance. So maybe someone will stop sending his lackies to fight us after we gut these four and take up the fight himself. Doubtful since the PUSSY saw us end the life of his creation and he couldn't even lift a finger.
Seth Rollins: Weep not for the fallen guard. Rejoice in our new revolution.
Dean Ambrose: Believe in us. Believe..in The Shield..
The visual went to static and it looked as though this newly christened "Shield" were prepared to continue where they left off at Mania.
