~It drew closer and closer until it's identity slowly began to reveal itself.~
Seth Rollins: My name is Seth Rollins.
~He released a deep, audible exhalation. The static gave the Davenport, Iowa native's voice a strange, eerie tone to it. ~
Seth Rollins: And this message is for D-Lo Brown. ...D-Lo...Mr.Brown...it's taken many years but your time of reckoning has finally arrived. We've never met. But I am the instrument of your punishment. You may be possibly asking yourself why I have such a disdain for you...
~A smirk appeared on Rollins' face. Or what could be seen of it.~
Seth Rollins: I would expect that level of arrogance from someone like you. But I think if you give it a moment or two you will begin to realize why I'm after you.
~The image of Rollins' face quickly distorted for a brief moment. It was replaced by huge, fanged teeth and round, pale eyes before reverting back to his normal state.~
Seth Rollins: Times up! You, D-Lo Brown, were a part of the Attitude era. An era of decadence and decay. Where honor did not exist. A time when the nefarious and vile were celebrated. This is where you found your greatest success. I'm not going to allow your influence to spread once again. I'm stopping you dead in your tracks. You will not be allowed to become a champion. The PTG title belongs to someone like me. One of the last remaining beacons of hope this company has. The revolution continues. I hope you aren't afraid.
~The image almost instantly faded as one half of the Tag champ's words hung in the air.~
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~A line of fans were gathered outside of the US Airways Center in hopes of securing rafter seats for the next Warfare event. A camera began to approach, held by an unknown operator, and fixed in on one fan in particular. A young man who looked to be around nineteen or twenty years old. He was dressed in a baggy "WWE Attitude" logo t-shirt with a black beanie where a few strands of blond hair could be seen poking out.~
Camera Man: Hey. Excuse me.
Fan: What's up?
Camera Man: You took part in the quiz earlier, right? The one to meet an EBWF Superstar?
Fan: Oh shit! Did I win?!
Camera Man: You did. But just to clarify...your favorite EBWF Superstar is D-Lo Brown, correct?
Fan: Hell yeah! I've always been down with the Brown!
~The fan showed his enthusiasm by mimicking one of D-Lo's signature taunts.~
Camera Man: Come this way.
~The fan pumped his fist in celebration and the others gathered at the box office groaned in disappointment. The fan followed the camera man around the block where he found Seth Rollins waiting for him. He stood with his arms folded next to a rather fancy, dark colored car. The fan's shoulders slumped as it was obvious he was hoping for a meeting with D-Lo.~
Fan: Aw man...
~The fan turned to the camera.~
Fan: Doesn't this guy HATE EBWF?
Camera Man: It's just for TV. Go on over.
~The young man approached Rollins and the two exchanged hand shakes.~
Seth Rollins: Hop on in. I'm taking you to a special Axxess type event. A lot of superstars are going to be there.
Fan: Whoa. Really?! Like D-Lo?! I-I mean I know you have a match with him soon and all but...
Seth Rollins: It's a possibility.
~Rollins flashed a grin and slipped into the driver's seat. The now eager fan climbed into the passenger seat. The car quickly took off down a lonely, dirt path. The sun was setting in the background. Rollins had sat up a small camera in the dashboard of the vehicle, unbeknownst to the fan.~
Fan: Do you have your title with you? Can I touch it?
Seth Rollins: Big D-Lo fan, I understand?
~The question was completely ignored.~
Fan: The biggest! Dude's entertaining and he can GO!
Seth Rollins: And someone who led to the corruption of millions.
~The fan gave a nervous laugh at Rollins' comment and eyed the speedometer.~
Fan: Y-You're going kind of fast, aren't you?
~The wrestlers foot was pressed against the gas peddle and the MPH was shooting past eighty.~
Seth Rollins: Myself and Dean Ambrose are trying to make things better. We're trying to destroy the archetype. We're trying to transform the future. People like you make our jobs so much more difficult.
~The car was locked but it's not as if the fan was going to jump out at this speed and velocity. His back pressed against his seat in fear.~
Seth Rollins: People like D-Lo and any one that supports him are like a virus. You do understand that don't you? Of course you don't. Why am I even asking a simpleton like you a question like that?
Fan: Slow down, man!
Seth Rollins: Are you afraid?
~Rollins swerved the car sharply.~
Fan: AHH! STOP!
Seth Rollins: I wonder if I can make D-Lo scream just like you are during our match. It's too bad you won't be able to hear it where I'm taking you.
~The sun was down now as Seth drove the car up the side of a very steep hill. It was overlooking a large neighborhood in Arizona and looked to be a long way down.~
Seth Rollins: Get out.
~The hapless EBWF enthusiast didn't hesitate to do as he was told. But Rollins made sure to prevent him from running off.~
Seth Rollins: Scream. Scream. Scream or I will make you scream.
~Again the fan did was he was told and exercised his lungs. Rollins seemed to take a sick pleasure in his terror.~
Seth Rollins: Get down on your knee's. Close your eyes. Don't make me repeat it.
~The fan did as he was told but with a little more hesitation this time. With his eyes closed he felt a pair of hands resting on his shoulders. He thought for sure he was going to take a very rough and painful landing down the hill and possibly end up hospitalized. But Rollins drew his face closer and simply uttered a single word.~
Seth Rollins: Boo.
~By the time the trembling fan opened his eyes, Rollins was already heading back to his car.~
Seth Rollins: I'll tell your hero you said "hello".
~The car sped off the fan was left stranded. Justice had been served.~
