This was not an ordinary way for most promo's to begin. But nothing about The Shield was ordinary. A close up upon a human eyeball, stretched wide with fear, filled the grainy footage taken by a flip cam. Panning backwards it was revealed to be the sweating face of a balding, middle aged, harmless looking man in a suit. His chin was being held in place by a black glove covered hand. That hand belonged to Seth Rollins who was getting way more pleasure out the man's terror than any human being should.
Dean Ambrose: ..We are a long way from Louisville, Kentucky..
The camera was being held by an unknown participant. The full scope was revealed. The lobby of some kind of office building. Other men and women in suits or formal attire were huddled closely together with looks of great anxiety and misery upon their faces. Ambrose strolled past and casually shoved one man into another with his palm without even giving him so much of a glance. Dozens of other men dressed entirely in black clothing swarmed about the entrance of the building and around the front desk.
Dean Ambrose: ..We're in New York. At the Headquarters of A&E. The same network that broadcasts Warfare week..after week..after week..
Rollins picked a random fellow from the group, a slender gentleman in a grey colored suit and shoved from away from the pack. He collapsed onto his knee's while the long haired, native of Iowa sneered down at him.
Seth Rollins: Death merchants..
Ambrose stared downwards at the hapless and now pleading man with zero remorse and began to taunt him.
Dean Ambrose: Are you as scared as you look? I bet you are.
Seth Rollins: You have every reason to be afraid. Although, I think we can find a few more..
Rollins struck the man across the side of his head with an open handed slap and he cowered almost instantly.
Dean Ambrose: You work here by choice. Despite the fact that you know very well exactly what you put in the air and I'm not talking about fucking Duck Dynasty..
The World Champion lowered downwards to stare the man in the face. He pulled back a fist and feigned a punch and the poor guy covered his head entirely with his arms. Ambrose grinned at the reaction and began to laugh.
Dean Ambrose: Heh heh heh. Exactly what I thought was going to happen. The guilty all the react the same way. No spine, no heart. Unable to face up to what they helped to create.
Seth Rollins: Go back over to the others. Crawl. On your hands and knee's.
The feeble man did as he was instructed and made a frantic crawl back over to his ilk of suits and ties.
Seth Rollins: Destroy. Erase. Renew. Rebuild. That's exactly what we're doing. We've came right to the heart of the problem. But all we're finding are these weak-willed jelly fish and at Aftermath we're going to find two more.
Dean Ambrose: Rated RKO. I, uh, like the new haircut, Edge..
The leader of this pack of anarchists motioned a palm around his head in a circular motion.
Dean Ambrose: Get some new tattoo's lately, Randy? They look nice. They look tough. I guess it would almost be inspiring that we got you two to show a little focus and drive for the first time in..what? A year? I said almost. Almost inspiring if the sources weren't a pair of miserable hasbeens. That have the audacity, the AUDACITY, to refer to us as children.
Rollins flashed a patronizing sort of smirk.
Seth Rollins: That's very interesting. Because I recall a point in time when Edge and Orton were scheduled to cut a promo in the ring just a short months ago. But they were much too busy.
Dean Ambrose: Hey, they had a good reason. They were literally distracted by eating cupcakes.
Seth Rollins: I also recall one of Edge's flashes of brilliance when he decided to toss in quotes from a child's cartoon about a pair of mice trying to take over the world. Clearly, these are the two we need to look towards for wisdom and maturity.
Dean Ambrose: And if they were MEN like they claim they would have come down to the ring to throw down their little challenge to us instead of hiding. They would have taken their beating like MEN.
Ambrose stretched his arms outwards and motioned to the mostly anonymous and growing group that were flooding the A&E HQ.
Dean Ambrose: Of course we have back up! We're fighting against an entire company! All we're doing is evening the odds.
One of the women, a shapely looking brunette, who looked much younger than the rest, caught the champs eye. He made his way over to her and swept his hair backwards in a mock attempt to look suave for his captive.
Dean Ambrose: Hellooo beautiful. Am I your type? Or do you like "bad boys"? Do you like 'em, "rude", "crude" and "tattooed"? Overly manufactured? Hm? Big Rated RKO fan? Do you..ah..fantasize about them? Do you ever day dream about swallowing them? Well, sorry, sweetheart but one of them is taken.
The offended and frightened woman could only glare back as Ambrose waved a few of his fingers at her.
Seth Rollins: I guess we should talk about lovely little Nicole since she's truly the root of all this. Randy and Edge didn't care that we burned WrestleMania to the ground. Their fighting for the honor of their little princess.
Dean Ambrose: As if she has anything resembling honor.
Seth Rollins: Randy doesn't like it if you mess with his wife. Goes without saying right? Well, Randy, it will probably help ease your troubled mind to know that when I had your wife begging for her safety..
A chuckle came from The Shield's second in command.
Seth Rollins: I heard heard utter your name a few times. "..Randy..Randy.." she whispered..
In the background, Ambrose began to mimic the sound of a poor, crying dog being beaten.
Seth Rollins: ..She must have been really scared. I could smell it. How does it feel to know that you couldn't even save her, despite how much you wanted to? How does it feel when you realize just how afraid she truly was? Does it mess with your mind? Does it trouble you? Because it's only a matter of time before we corner that fair, precious little princess again and their won't be anything you can do about it..
Dean Ambrose: It doesn't have to happen like that. No. It doesn't. Because we all know Edge and Orton aren't going to be able to stop us. I mean, honestly, it's pretty stupid to think that these two are really going to be the heroes that swing things back in the favor of this company. They aren't. It's a lost cause. The name "Rated RKO" doesn't mean anything anymore. In Randy Orton's entire year long title reign, he never came close to doing anything on our level. And the Rated R Superstar should have gone out like a real rockstar and DIED. Kurt Cobain, Brittany Murphy..EDGE..just fits in perfect with those wastes of life. But this can all end. THIS..
With incredible speed, Ambrose snatched one of the suits by his lavender colored, expensive colored tie, jerked him over, and brought the bridge of his nose crashing into his fist. It burst almost instantly and he collapsed in a heap while blood seeped through the fingers that covered his face. Again, Rollins was very into the panicked reactions from the others that had gathered. Ambrose shook out his wrist and gave his knuckles a quick kiss.
Dean Ambrose: ..can all end. Just have Wes Ikeda come to down the ring, get on his hands and knee's, and tell us that he's shutting EBWF down. ..And..we're gone. You won't ever have to see us again. But until that happens..no..one..is..safe..
Seth Rollins: Believe that.
Dean Ambrose: And believe in The Shield.
The camera continued to roll as Ambrose, Rollins, and the other minions in The Shield began to approach the A&E employee's who were huddled around their wounded comrade. The footage abruptly ended.
