OOC - I have not done a SRS character in a very long time!

~Everyone's least favorite announcer, Micheal Cole, he of pudgy build and bad haircut, stood in the middle of a ring in front of a jam packed crowd. An EBWF house show event where the much disliked correspondent was greeted with boo's and jeers. Cole, pompous as always, rolled his eyes and held his microphone up to his lips.~

Michael Cole: Ladies and gentleman may I have your attention please!

~This was an invitation for more boo's and Cole shook his head with a hand on his hips.~

Michael Cole: Allow me to bring out my guest for the evening. He is a newcomer to the EBWF. He is Seth Rollins!

~Rollin's hardcore entrance theme "Battle On" by War of Ages began to play. The crowd gave a decent response to the newb since he had showed off some impressive moves in his two matches with the company. Seth Rollins headed to the ring in a black, Chiodos wife beater and black jeans. He slid into the ring and decided to stay leaning against a corner. His long, two toned hair, half black and half blonde, hung in front of his face. The young man didn't seem to want any part of Cole as he offered a handshake and who could blame him?~

Michael Cole: More comfortable over there? Well, that's fine. We all know you indie types aren't really know for your mic work!

~Cole laughed obnoxiously and Seth didn't budge an inch so it was difficult to gauge his reaction~

Michael Cole: Just a joke, just a joke! Seth Rollins you have only been in this company a very short time and some people have been very impressed by you. In your debut you defeated Dolph Ziggler in about a minute's time and made a definite impact!

~Cole paced the ring and nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders~

Michael Cole: Of course, it was an impromptu match and Dolph wasn't prepared for you but a win is a win, right?

~The audience booed at Cole's snarky tone and Rollins looked to be growing slightly irritated with him.~

Michael Cole: And then two weeks later you teamed with another newcomer by the name of Dean Ambrose and the two of you defeated Dolph and his partner Jack Swagger! By doing this you're in contention to become the Tag Team champions! All you have to do is defeat the FAR more experienced team of Ted DiBiase and Bully Ray. Congrats kid! Not even a month in and you have a chance to be a champion!

~The announcer got a little closer to the corner that Seth was leaning against.~

Michael Cole: But you realize...you have NO chance of winning, right? I mean you and your partner got into a fist fight after your win! Talk about team work! Ted DiBiase and Bully Ray are a well oiled machine! As thick as thieves! Not only that but DiBiase is the LONGEST reigning champion in the company! How do you expect to have a chance? Some rookie who has only been in ROH or some other rinky dinky promotion could ne--

~Rollins, and probably the majority of the audience, had heard another of Cole. He stepped from the corner and snatched the mic from his hand. Cole was now backed into a corner where he was literally cowering. The six foot one Rollins grinned a little at the announcer's reaction and leaned downwards.~

Seth Rollins: Everyone was wrong about you. You are way more annoying and spineless than they said.

~Insulting Michael Cole was a sure fire way to get cheers. Cole's jaw dropped as if he couldn't believe what he had been told.~

Seth Rollins: It's really very simple. I'm here for every opportunity that is given to me. I've always believed even when people like you don't believe in me.

~He backed away from the source of irritation and focused on the audience instead.~

Seth Rollins: I never asked to be in a tag team. And especially not with a partner like Dean Ambrose. I'm my own man. And if that means defeating Bully Ray and Ted DiBiase alone then so be it. Because I am capable of the impossible. I was told I couldn't make it to this company and yet here I stand. I create my own destiny. Nothing and NO ONE is going to stand in my way. Not Bully Ray, not Ted and definitely not Dean Ambrose. I am here to bring you people a revolution. And there is no better time than now to act.

~Cole was lifting his microphone up again to speak but Rollins quickly cut him off.~

Seth Rollins: And to your criticisms? I don't mind an uphill battle. I embrace it. Bully Ray's been wrestling since I was in grade school. He is a mean, destructive son of a bitch. But I look forward to breaking him down and finding if what they say about bullies is true. I've always heard that if you give them one good shot they back down. I've got enough good shots to shatter an empire so I can't wait to test out that theory.

~The troll tried to speak again but this time Seth simply smacked the microphone out of his hand.~

Seth Rollins: You won't be needing that.

~The crowd loved that and Cole was flabbergasted at this point.~

Seth Rollins: As for Ted? His run with that PTG title has been extremely impressive and no one can deny that. But I've seen him described as "unstoppable" and I take some offense to that. A hot streak? Maybe. Unstoppable? We'll see. If that's the case then you can consider me the immovable object. At Destiny we're going to make history because the paradox is going to have an answer when the immovable object annihilates the unstoppable force!

~Seth looked to the audience for approval and nodded along with their cheers.~

Seth Rollins: I'm not here to be cookie cutter. I'm not here to be a face in the crowd. I am here to rip the roots from the ground, the clouds from the sky, turn the place upside down and change the world one heart at a time!

~Rollins' impassioned words were interrupted by "Always Something" by Cage The Elephant. The unusual Dean Ambrose strolled to the ring and had a stare down with his "tag team partner." As his music died down he looked past Seth and over to Cole who was cheering him on and the background.~

Dean Ambrose: Shhhhh..

~A crooked smile appeared on Dean's face.~

Dean Ambrose: Get out of here before I remember that you exist.

~The very insulted Cole decided to count his losses and remove himself from the squared circle.~

Dean Ambrose: Seth. Buddy. Friend. We've had a misunderstanding. You may live with no limitations but pulling out a win against Bully and Ted without my help is suicide. You might as well just take a dull razor to your wrist, friend.

~After their last encounter, Seth had very little patience for his "partner". He snatched him by his jacket and Dean just smiled softly, despite the threatening nature.~

Seth Rollins: Say what you have to say or I'll finish what I started last time. I can do this as handicap match if I have to.

Dean Ambrose: Funny choice of words. Handicap. That's what you're going to end up without me. Bully and Ted will put you in a wheel chair.

~Dean slowly lowered Seth's hand from his jacket.~

Dean Ambrose: I see something different in you. Something special. I think you can help me with my cause. I think I can make you understand. And do you know what else I think? I think we can not only beat Bully and Ted..we can put them out of their misery. Yeah? Are you down? I can see it in you. You look at them and see the exact same monsters that I do. You see them for the living NIGHTMARES that they are!

Seth Rollins: I think you're out of your mind.

~Rollins very roughly shoved Ambrose away from him.~

Seth Rollins: I don't need you to win this. Get that perfectly clear.

Dean Ambrose: Don't worry, partner. I've got your back. You change hearts. I save souls. We begin Sunday night. See ya then.

*The strikingly unconventional Dean Ambrose dropped his mic, waved and slid out of the ring via the bottom rope. Rollins watched him very wearily as this was not a man he trusted and for good reason. Ambrose backed up the ramp and flashed just a small grin.*