Conspiracy Theorist

[Peter]

On the night of one of the biggest Pay Per View's of the year, Summerslam, Dolph Ziggler is arriving at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California to get ready for his match, a Battle Royal for the number one contendership of the Breakout Title. Dolph is walking through the main entrance of the building wearing a navy blue suit with a baby blue t-shirt and a pair of bright pink sneakers. He has his hair slicked back and a gym back thrown over his shoulder.

Ziggler walks whilst talking on the phone as Jonothan ''The Coach'' Coachman rushes over to him wearing a green silk shirt and black trousers, holding a microphone and a cameraman follows.

Jonothan Coachman: Dolph if i could just have a brief-

Ziggler swiftly pulled the microphone away from Jonothan Coachman's mouth and gave him an angry look as The Coach dropped his head realising he'd rubbed Ziggler the wrong way.

Dolph Ziggler: Can't you see I'm on the phone ... moron!

Ziggler turned away and lowered his tone to try and keep his phone call private but he could still be heard slightly.

Dolph Ziggler: What do you mean you've missed your flight? I need you here to watch my back tonight ......

The cameraman tried to sneak the boom microphone closer to Ziggler to hear the conversation but only Dolph Ziggler's voice could be heard.

Dolph Ziggler: Ok man, just go home and I'll see you in a few weeks ..... later man.

Ziggler pulled the phone from his ear and put it in his pocket then turned to Jonothan Coachman with an unsettled look on his face.

Dolph Ziggler: What do you want? You guys are like scavengers, I've been in the building two seconds and your sticking a camera in my face.

Jonothan Coachman: Could I just have a brief moment of your time? It won't take long.

Ziggler tilted his head back and rolled his eyes then gave Jonothan Coachman a mean stare.

Dolph Ziggler: Hurry up!

The Coach put the microphone to his mouth looking intimidated but proceeded with the interview.

Jonothan Coachman: Can I ask who was on the phone?

Ziggler smirked.

Dolph Ziggler: No, you can't, next question.

Jonothan Coachman: Ok fair enough, you've got a pretty big match tonight, a chance to cement yourself as the number one contender for the Breakout title. How do you think you'll cope against Seven other men?

Dolph Ziggler: It's about damn time I got my shot at a title in this company, and no washed up bunch of old timers and lower level wrestlers are gonna get in the way of that. Whether this company likes it or not I'm taking this ball and running with it.

Jonothan Coachman: You think the company don't want you as a champion?

Dolph Ziggler: Judging by the way these brown nose referees are fast counting in my matches, your damn right they don't want me to be champion. You really think a chump like Xavier Woods could have beat me fair and square? C'mon man, someones pulling strings back there.

Jonothan Coachman: Some fans claim you lost fair and square in that match, care to respond?

Ziggler's face started to turn red and it was apparent that he wasn't in a good mood.

Dolph Ziggler: Are we talking about ''some fans'' or YOU!

Jonothan Coachman: Um, I-

Ziggler squared up nose to nose with The Coach as the intimidated interviewer looked to the ground trying to back away.

Dolph Ziggler: Your just as bad as Charles Robinson, your a corporate puppet, Coach. A snake in the grass, well nothing's gonna stop me tonight. BIG things are in the future of Dolph Ziggler!

Ziggler turned and continued his walk into the building leaving a trembling Jonothan Coachman standing in the lobby too afraid to ask any more questions in case it lead to a beating of the likes referee Charles Robinson had received a few weeks earlier.

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