It wasn't often than an EBWF camera was on a member of The Shield as they typically filmed themselves in the middle of God knows where. But in this instance there was. Dean Ambrose was found outside of Freedom Hall in a secluded, shadowy corner. The leader of The Shield was crouched with his arms over his head, facing one of the concrete walls. The camera zoomed in a little closer and foot steps could be heard drawing near. There were two possible reasons for this:
1. Someone had not informed Renee Young that it was a good idea to stay as far away as possible from any member of The Shield.
2. She was really brave or really stupid.
The tiny blonde drew closer with some degree of wise hesitation.
Renee Young: ...Dean..Dean..
The former World Champion didn't budge an inch or even flinch. He was either deep in concentration or completely ignoring the voice he heard.
Renee Young: Excuse me..Dean..about your match with--
Unfortunately for Renee, this was enough to stir Ambrose's attention. He rose up to his full 6'4'' height and towered over the interviewer. With cutting speed he spun around and shockingly snagged the young woman by the throat. He didn't squeeze but he was pressing her back against the wall of the arena behind her. It didn't take much effort for him to hold such a diminutive person still. Some of those blonde locks were brushed aside as he forced her head to tilt sideways and leaned towards her ear.
Dean Ambrose: What are you saying to me? What do you want from me? Can you not see that I'm getting ready for my match?
He released her neck but kept a hand on the side of Renee's head, one of his arms sort of wrapped around her. To her credit her eyes were closed and her face was scrunched up but she wasn't screaming.
Dean Ambrose: What's your name? Michael Cole interviewed me once and he was shaking like a leaf. You're really stiff but your knee's aren't shaking or anything. I kind of like that.
Renee's head was pulled back and she still didn't open her eyes.
Dean Ambrose: What were you asking me? You can relax, you know. Did they think because they sent a cute girl I would suddenly start giving interviews? You have some balls. Well, not literally, that would be really off putting with the rest of your appearance, wouldn't it? Look, I'm being funny but you're not smiling or laughing or even looking me in the eye. You still haven't told me your name. That's pretty rude.
Ambrose's behavior and speech pattern seemed very erratic and quietly unstable.
Dean Ambrose: I know that I've got a match with Jay Briscoe. He looks like a guy that's been in a few fights in his life and that's good because this is going to be a fight. I think I feel like upping the intensity because I got screwed over at Summer Slam and everyone knows it but no one is going to admit. Were you going to ask me how I felt about getting completely fucked over by Randy Orton and Wes Ikeda? No? You weren't?
Renee had begun wiggling but even just a tiny bit of effort from Ambrose kept her still.
Dean Ambrose: Do me a favor since you seem to think we're such pals that you can just stroll up and interview me. Go find Jay Briscoe and let him know that I'm here, tell him exactly where I am, tell him I'm alone, and to come find me. Or if you want to tell him in his language, tell him I called him a "little, punk bitch" and to meet me in the parking lot. Because if I have to come down to the ring, in front of those undomesticated, ravenous fans, I'm going to bring the rest of The Shield with me and his current existence as he knows it is going to be a lot more painful. Did you get all of that? Suzie? You look like a Suzie. Good.
Ambrose looked as though he were going to release Renee but pulled her in a little more snugly as she began to slip away. She still tried to struggle herself to freedom but realize it was a futile effort.
Dean Ambrose: If you come around me or anyone else in The Shield again I won't forget that you gladly work for a bunch of death merchants. I won't forget that you're just as guilty as everyone else and you need to be introduced to swift, uncompromising justice. Note that I said swift. I'm not a monster. I wouldn't let you suffer.
This was Renee's cue to make her exit and Ambrose released her finally, throwing the arms that had kept her locked in place towards the sky. He leaned back against the arena again, his unkempt, messy hair dangling in front of his face while the camera man recalled the threat against him and quickly began to switch his equipment off but...
Dean Ambrose: You on the other hand..
A group of Shield members began to swarm around the lone camera man. His equipment was shut off but not by his own hands. His ultimate fate was left a mystery but with the impending group drawing closer, it didn't seem as though there were many possible outcomes..
