*A pair of black boots stood before a camera that was at the floor level. It was lifted to reveal Seth Rollins. It was a close up so very little of his surroundings were revealed but the location could have been some type of warehouse. The picture digitally flickered for a moment before regaining it's rightful clarity. One half of the tag team champions gave a content and satisfied smile that hid his usually frightful nature.*
Seth Rollins: Congratulations are in order for Damien Sandow. Last Monday night he became the number one contender for the Breakout Title. And, wouldn't you know it, I also earned a similar honor. I became became a direct challenger for Alberto Del Rio's PTG Title. This calls for a toast.
*Rollins produced a wine glass and took a slow sip. The picture scrambled via more digital altering and the tan colored liquid altered itself. It turned a red color and disgusting looking clumps of dirt were seen crawling around the glass before the visual turned static filled and everything seemed to be normal once again.*
Seth Rollins: Damien Sandow claims to be a very intelligent man. But I don't think he's as intelligent as he's claims to be. Not at all. I don't think he would show up to Warfare if his IQ was as incredibly high as he claims to be. He would use that so called intelligence to find himself a nice, safe place to hide.
*In another quick and cut sudden cut, Rollins' eyes became round and hollowed out. His pupils were missing, his lower jaw vanished and his tongue hung outwards like some kind of decomposing zombie from a horror movie. These cuts were gone within a blink but were accompanied by a loud noise that was meant to startle.*
Seth Rollins: I have defeated champions. Soundly. I don't think Sandow has a chance. Even with all of his supposed genius at his disposal. I'm not sure what he's fighting for. Intellectual enlightenment? He seems as though he's a pretty well read guy. I would like to thank that I'm pretty well read myself. I read a lot about human nature. Compulsions. Reactions. Psychology. It's not enough to just be able to physically beat an opponent anymore. Not with what myself and Dean Ambrose are trying to accomplish. You have to treat these "superstars" like rats. Which is exactly what they are. One little BUMP...and they get scared...
*Rollins seemed to get a pleasure out of that last word.*
Seth Rollins: And if someone is afraid of you? You've already won. I cannot stress enough how valuable this tool really is. Damien Sandow is going to get a first hand lesson in this at Warfare. I'm sure someone as smart as Sandow is very familiar with fight-or-flight response. I'm going to test his sympathetic nervous system. Shaking. Tunnel vision. Acceleration of the heart. Auditory expulsion. This should all be very basic stuff to Damien. Will he stand his ground and fight? Or will he flee? I'm hoping for the latter.
*A low chuckle*
Seth Rollins: I believe he referred to me as mysterious. I don't think that's a fitting description. I'm not mysterious. I'm right out here in the open. I've nothing to hide. Perhaps I have a few quirks but who doesn't? Just something about watching a grown adult running off in terror just really...well...I digress.
*A few of his fingers smoothed across his beard as he cleared his throat.*
Seth Rollins: I haven't lost track of my goal. My mission. I've changed my methods. Barbaric? I don't think so. I'm dealing with rats and vermin so I find these to be the perfect tools. Tools I've used to be completely victorious so far. But I only have one small request for Damien. I want him to bring his lungs. But I can assure you that he is going to be needing them.
*The manipulation of his image shifted one last time as his face suddenly looked to be covered in squirming, grimy insects that crawled all over his features. Some even fell off and dropped to the floor. The image slid back and forth between reality and the digital tinkering before fading completely to black.*
Shhh...
Re: Shhh...
Short hair. With a little scruff.
Or long hair... with no scruff....
Or short hair...with a little scruff...
I like a little geek with my boys. lol
Or long hair... with no scruff....
Or short hair...with a little scruff...
I like a little geek with my boys. lol
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