Revolution vs Revolution

[Chloe]

~Seth Rollins paced back in forth outside of the Charleston Coliseum. The new comer had a black, Bury Your Dead t-shirt on over his lean torso and black jeans. His long, two-toned hair was pulled backwards and he ran a few fingers across his beard. The sun was setting behind him in distance of the near empty parking lot.~

Seth Rollins: I've heard that I should be satisfied with my EBWF career so far. "Shut up and take the wins how you can get them, kid" they tell me.

~He shook his head.~

Seth Rollins: On the upside I pinned the longest reigning champion in the company. On top of that I've now got a tag team title match lined up. I've only had three matches in this federation. I should be happy. But I've got a partner I don't like and I can't trust. And my match at Destiny turned out to be a handicap match? Satisfied?

~The look on his face could tell you that he was anything but.~

Seth Rollins: No. I'm not. But like I said, I'm going to grab every single opportunity that's given to me by the throat. Including my match with Zack Ryder at Warfare. A tune-up for our title match. I respect Zack Ryder. He was someone that was becoming a foot note before he took it upon himself to change his career and his destiny. He began his "Ryder Revolution" and he stands before us all as a double champion. And that's the level of competition that I want. That's the exact reason why I'm here.

~Rollins directed a finger towards his chest~

Seth Rollins: My revolution is beginning. Right now I'm calm and collected. But when I hear I my music, I hear that crowd and I hear the bell ring...I'm a different person. Everyone should admire Zack Ryder for what he's been able to accomplish with what little was given to him. But my goal in this match is to completely shatter him. I want to break him apart. I can do things in the ring that no one else can. And when it's over, Zack Ryder and every fan in that audience is going to know what Seth Rollins is all about.

~The Iowa native was poised to continue but he could feel a pair of eyes boring straight into him. They belonged to his "partner" Dean Ambrose. Ambrose ran a hand through his shaggy mess of hair before tilting his head to the side. A doubtful expression was on his face.~

Dean Ambrose: Did you say that you "respect" and "admire" Zack Ryder?

~The self appointed zealot tapped a finger against the side of his own head.~

Dean Ambrose: You've only been here a month, Seth. Their poison shouldn't be seeping into your brain this easily.

Seth Rollins: I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care. Why are you here?

Dean Ambrose: Because we're partners!

~Ambrose spread his arms out and grinned before his expression became sour. He scratched some fingernails at his shoulder.~

Dean Ambrose: You're like me. We aren't apart of this system. We're in this together. And TOGETHER we need to break every bone in Zack Ryder's body.

~Rollins sternly shook his head and stepped forward.~

Seth Rollins: That's not how I do things.

Dean Ambrose: Why? Why isn't it? Zack Ryder is like some kind of moronic pied piper. He's toxic. He's leading an entire audience to their demise and they don't even know it! With his inane catch phrase and his happy little t-shirts. People are aspiring to be..like that! They're ruining their lives. We have to stop him. We have to take him out, Seth. We have to stop him before someone else gets hurt.

~Seth didn't even bother indulging Ambrose's words. He left him with a threat as he began to back away. He didn't want to be anywhere near him.~

Seth Rollins: I'm telling you right now. Stay out of my match. Don't get involved.

Dean Ambrose: I can't do that, Seth!

~He shouted after him with another unscrupulous grin even as Rollins had his back to him and was heading away.~

Dean Ambrose: We're in this together now.

~A slow fade out.~

[Juan Ramirez]

This is AMAZING!