Three young women were gathered into a creaky, worn and broken room that was big enough to fit veritable mob of humanity that shouted and rabbled in complete disorder. The trio had been snatched from a place where they felt safe and comfortable into the unknown and dreadful. Two blonde's and a brunette huddled close together as the incomprehensible shouting continued to form all around them. Some order finally came when a balled up fist wrapped against a makeshift, wooden judge's bench.
Woman #1: This has to be some kind of mistake.
Seth Rollins: No mistake here. We know who you are.
There was a considerable distance between the women and the voice that informed them of their situation. The prominent member of The Shield leaned back in a leather chair and gave the unknown group of unknown origin a derisive sort of look. One of the brunette's was wearing a short, blue colored dress that was suitable for a ballroom. That might have given some kind of indication. One would assume that the other two hadn't slipped into their outfits for television before they were abducted.
Seth Rollins: For all intents and purposes, you have no names. But whatever you might call yourselves isn't what's important. It's your actions that have led you here.
Woman #2: But we're just dancers!
Seth Rollins: Your guilt has already been determined but if you are really as blind as you claim then I guess I can at least indulge you.
A weary sort of sigh came from their appointed judge as the crowd of men in dark clothing observed. The dancers weren't sure where to keep their eyes. There wasn't anywhere they could look that offered them any relief.
Seth Rollins: You keep yourselves latched onto Fandango like parasites. Lust and thirst completely exudes off of you. You are very deeply connected to a man that uses sex as a tool to draw in impressionable, hungry minds into this evil promotion. You are just as accountable as he is. You leave an imprint on young women to simply live out their existence as trophies for pleasure. Needless to say...
He leaned over the bench so his words held more impact.
Seth Rollins: ...that's wrong. Justice has found you today and not a moment too late. You claim to devotion towards this man and yet we all know that is far from the case, don't we?
Dancer #1: We are devoted to Fandango!
Dancer #2: We're just trying to entertain!
He couldn't hide his smirk. They were so adamant about their innocence that they felt the need to verbalize it. The faces of the drones surrounding them were similar.
Seth Rollins: Are you..sure? I've seen footage that says otherwise.
Attention was drawn to a monitor that was wheeled into the room and placed in front of the ladies. It began to show overhead footage of the three conversing in a small dressing room. Presumably prior or during a televised event.
Dancer #2: Oh, I think they're starting to notice us.
Dancer #3: They have to.
Dancer #1: Pretty soon we'll get to ditch Fandango and hook up with one of those huge names. Wrestlers always do that, don't they? We can sink into someone like Cena or Orton and get ourselves a free ride.
The three look pleased with themselves during the footage but it was a different story in real time. They gave each other looks of dismay.
Dancer #3: H-How did you get that footage?!
Seth Rollins: I don't need to rewind that, do I? You can't hide from us. We're everywhere. Every little wretched detail that you try to cover up is completely at our finger tips. Still claim innocence?
They were silent.
Seth Rollins: Didn't think so.
Dancer #1: Please don't kill us!
Seth Rollins: We're not going to kill you. What kind of people do you think we are? We're fighting against that sort of thing. We don't hurt women.
After a pause he shrugged his shoulders while the dancers squeezed in closer together.
Seth Rollins: ...We won't hurt you anyway. Despite everything you've done wrong and the poor choices you've decided to make in your lives. We realize you're only pawns and the main purpose of bringing you here is to deliver a message. A message you're going to bring back to Fandango and the others that surround him just like you. Once you grovel and crawl back to him and all of his followers know what you've seen here today. Whatever emotion you're carrying with you right now...probably a lot of fear...make sure to spread that around. Makes it much easier to keep everyone and everyone like you under our thumb. Please pay close attention to enhance your viewing experience. After a few hours I think you will be ready to go. Fandango's punishment comes at Warfare and it will be of the physically variety from myself. Your punishment is now.
The dancers were directed towards a small, cramped room with an array of monitors in various sizes stacked up on one another. On these monitors were gruesome, stomach turning videos of various injuries suffered by professional wrestlers. Both career threatening and career ending. The most eye popping stuff from not only EBWF but foreign promotions, backyard wrestlers and everything in between. The door was locked securely behind them.
