Saving

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*Todd Grisham did not feel particularly safe at the moment. He had been sent to interview Dean Ambrose in the dead of night in Atlanta. The area of town he was held up in was one of the worst and especially when the sun went down. The temperature was beginning to dip and this was also adding to his discomfort. And bringing a camera man with him was only going to draw attention. Grisham found Ambrose pacing back and forth in an alley where he constantly ruffled up his messy, shaggy hair and seemed to be on a completely different plane. He was wearing a weathered black jacket, a plain white t-shirt and jeans in a state of decay. He hadn't turned to face the interviewer despite the bright light coming from the camera*

Todd Grisham: Why here? Of all places?

*This seemed to snap Ambrose out of his state and he marched over to Todd. He was far to close for comfort for the scrawny interviewer.*

Dean Ambrose: Would you feel safer in a nice, warm studio? I don't cater to death merchants.

Todd Grisham: Death merchants?

Dean Ambrose: It's what you are. You interview these.."superstars". You pump their already inflated ego's and unrealistic ambitions. They demean and talk to you like garbage. They try out their hip and witty catch phrases at your expense. And you just take it. Why? Do you like the money that much? Do you not have any pride? Does it help you sleep at night when you work for a company that can never wash the blood from it's hands? Oh, you are directly responsible and just as guilty.

Todd Grisham: You work here as well..

*Todd instantly regretted saying that the newcomer pressed in even closer and his voice began to raise.*

Dean Ambrose: I HAVE A PURPOSE! I'm here to stop this. One soul at a time. I'm not a "superstar". Don't ever confuse me with one.

*Grisham was thankful that the bizarre man had backed away and resumed his frantic pacing. Todd didn't want to needle him for answers about what he was referring to. He wanted to get the interview over and get out of there. That was his number one goal.*

Todd Grisham: That aside, you will be making your pay per view debut this Sunday night. You team with Seth Rollins against the team of Ted DiBiase and Bully Ray. If you are victorious you will become the number one contenders for the Tag Team titles that are currently held by Zack Ryder and Trent Barreta.

Dean Ambrose: Should I just drop to my knee's right now and give thanks for this wonderful bounty? I guess it isn't so bad once you get past the taste now is it, Todd? I'm going to dwindle this roster down every time I'm given a match until there is no left. All the way from the bottom to the very top.

Todd Grisham: Do you have some history with Ted DiBiase or Bully Ray? Our audience doesn't know a great deal about you..

Dean Ambrose: They are going to know a whole lot about Dean Ambrose. Trust me. And Ted DiBiase is one of my biggest targets. Since birth he was destined to take part in this barbaric "sport". It is embedded in his DNA. His father is one of the most memorable names in..wrestling..sports entertainment..whatever you call it..he is a part of it's history. He influenced a generation with his sicking wealth and greed. And now his son is doing exactly the same. And I won't let another pack of imperishable minds be corrupted. Ted DiBiase must be silenced and I am just the man to do it. And two hundred day plus title reign isn't going to be able to protect him.

Todd Grisham: I'm afraid I don't understand..

*The wrestler scoffed which transformed into mocking laughter. He looked prepared to strike Grisham with the back of his hand, who flinched but he retracted.*

Dean Ambrose: You understand! You understand completely! DiBiase with that stupid smile on his face and that championship he loves to flaunt. He's a demon seed. A literal spawn of Satan. I'm going to exsanguinate him. I'm going to wipe his slate clean.

*Ambrose snatched the interviewer by his white dress shirt. His eyes were wide and he nodded along with his words which were growing softer.*

Dean Ambrose: I have to. To save him. For his own good. There really is no other way. He was born into this and his soul is rotting every single second.

Todd Grisham: I-I believe you. I-I believe you.

*He only agrees with the statement in hopes that Ambrose will release him. He does much to his relief. Although that doesn't stop Ambrose from hissing out a warning.*

Dean Ambrose: No you don't. You're just afraid. Don't lie to me.

*Todd straightens out his tie and tries to keep his questions very glib.*

Todd Grisham: And Bully Ray? He isn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around but--

*It looked as though a bomb had just gone off in the warped man's head. His fingers twist and contort themselves in rage.*

Dean Ambrose: Bully Ray. BULLY RAY should be in prison. He is a butcher. How many people have seen him and thought "Oh it's OK to put someone through a table" or "Oh it's FINE if I put a cheese grater to someone's face". HOW MANY?! He is directly responsible for a lost generation. He needs to be held accountable. But everyone else is too dumb to realize. Because all they think about "calve-zilla" or the "twittah-machine." It's sickening. Absolutely sickening. This company actually think it's alright to employ someone like him. I don't want to save him. I want to save the world FROM him. Look at ECW. Look at all fans who were influenced by him and WORSHIPED him like brainless slobbering dogs. It's been going on for more than a decade and no one has had the balls to stop it. Until now.

Todd Grisham: But you are facing two men who regularly work together. Your partner, Seth Rollins, well, you two got into a complete brawl the last time you teamed together..

*Ambrose pointed directly at Todd's throat with a pair of fingers until he found his back pressed against a wall.*

Dean Ambrose: Seth Rollins needs to stay out of my way, OK? He needs to stay out of my way. I don't know what he was trying to accomplish by preventing me from saving Dolph Ziggler but it had better not happen again. He had better just stand on the apron and let me do exactly what needs to be done. I don't know what he's all about and I don't care. This is bigger than him. If he tries to get in my way again..

*His voice trails off as he creeps away from Todd and stares off into nothing.*

Dean Ambrose: ..Let's not talk about it. He does not want to find out. He doesn't want to make me go to that place. No one does. Stand on the apron and don't get involved. That's what he needs to do.

Todd Grisham: One final question..

*Todd is hating life right now but he has a bullet point that he's been directed to hit.*

Todd Grisham: During your match with Ziggler and Swagger..you said that "this company has taken from you." What are you alluding? I-If you don't mind indulging..

*Ambrose's brow's contracted in an angry manner. Whatever it was must have been deeply personal.*

Dean Ambrose: I do mind indulging. Go back to your studio. Now. Like your life depends on it. Go find an entertainer to talk to.

*Todd didn't need a great deal of convincing as he and the camera man backed out of the alley way. Ambrose watched him every step of the way and his eyes never averted for a moment.*