Screaming In Spanish
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:04 pm
It had been established that ever since he began to form his alliance with Dean Ambrose that Seth Rollins had became a little screwy. He once spoke about honor and virtues and had ambitions to inspire others. Now he was more concerned with finding ways to unnerve his opponents in disturbing ways to further his partners twisted view of 'justice'. It was unknown if he had always had this in him or if it wasn't Ambrose's influence. Or why the pursuit of supposed justice would allow Rollins to take such frightening measures. Ambrose did seem to have a vague since of morals after all. Perhaps all of that would be revealed soon enough.
Leonel hailed from San Luis PotosÃ, Mexico. The same birth place as Alberto Del Rio. The young man in his early twenties was a huge fan of the PTG Champion. He had only been living in America for a short period of time but he was extremely eager for WrestleMania and, in particular, Del Rio's match with Seth Rollins. He had been told that his ticket was special amongst the other fans in attendance and that he would be able to meet the EBWF Superstar of his choosing. This was a rouse, of course, but who would have truly suspected anything at all? Leonel had been instructed to take a limo ride to an undisclosed location where he would presumably meet up with Alberto Del Rio. He had been too busy enjoying the comforts of the fancy vehicle to really notice exactly where he was being taken to. Upon arriving at a small building, he began to look a little weary. It was somewhat ruin down.
Leonel: This is the place? Looks a little beat up.
Driver: This is where Mr. Del Rio instructed us to drop you off at. If you think this limo is something, wait until you see the sports car he arrives in looks like. Someone will be inside to give you further instructions.
That seemed to be all the fan needed to know to get him to exit the limo. He stepped inside of the building and as soon as he did the limo drove off. He found himself in a very small room and the only piece of furniture he could find was a chair. In front of his line of vision way a two way mirror. Where someone could see him but he wouldn't be able to see who was watching. The condition of the inside matched the outside's tattered decor. Leonel began to wonder why the EBWF didn't spring a few more bucks to have his pick up spot somewhere a little nicer. That all washed away when he could start to hear the faint sounds of Alberto Del Rio's theme music playing from somewhere in the room. But it sounded fuzzy and muffled and also a little distorted. He began to search the room, trying to find where the music was coming from. But this caused his him to lose focus and his vision went black and a loud thud was heard.
Seth Rollins: I think you've been out long enough.
He was awoken from his slumber but his vision was still blurry. Not to mention the aching in the back of his head. It also didn't help that a very bright light was being shined directly in his face, similar to the kind a dentist might use. He could only lightly struggle around as he had been strapped to a table that one might use for an unruly mental patient. All he could see was a silhouette standing over him. He began to scream out of pure instinct. That reaction made Rollins smile quite a bit.
Seth Rollins: I'm sorry. Is that not the kind of introduction you're a fan of? Let me try again.
He cleared his throat and began to impersonate Del Rio's personal ring announcer.
Seth Rollins: My name is Seth RRRRRRRRRRRRRRollins!
It didn't ease his troubles and he continued to scream.
Seth Rollins: Not accounting for taste I'm afraid. I didn't think it was that bad.
Rollins shrugged and stepped over to a sink where after washing his hands he threw on a pair of rubber gloves. Following that was a white lab coat.
Seth Rollins: Could you keep screaming? I really love that pitch you've got there.
Leonel: What is this man?! Some kind of hate crime?
Seth Rollins: Hate crime?
That statement made Rollins' eyebrows raise.
Seth Rollins: Your race has nothing to do with this and it's funny that you use that word. "Crime". You're the criminal here.
Leonel: Me?! I didn't do anything!
Seth Rollins: Didn't you? You're a big fan of...
He once again Ricardo's grandiose announcing style.
Seth Rollins: ...Alberto Del RRRRRRRRRRRIOOOOOO aren't you?
Leonel: So what?!
Seth Rollins: So what?
Rollins seemed confused as to why the man strapped to a table against his will was so manic.
Seth Rollins: Do you not understand the gravity of your situation? You admire a man like Del Rio. An awful human being. He gloats about his wealth while the unfortunate go hungry and starve. He's wealthy beyond his wildest dreams and yet, here he is, trying to obtain more. The that title he's been carrying around for the past few months. The title that I will be taking from him soon enough. Not for my own gain, mind you. But to remove it out of the hands of someone who has needed judgement for far too long. I will be the one who delivers that judgement. And you...
Rollins leaned downwards and a little closer while pushing the burning light aside.
Seth Rollins: ...obviously don't know the difference between right and wrong. It's not RIGHT to live life the way Del Rio does. It's WRONG. It's a very simple concept but men like Del Rio who have always been able to do as they please with no consequence need a very harsh refresher course. And so, I'm afraid, do you.
Leonel: Let me go, man! This is messed up!
Seth Rollins: I agree with you. Your hero worship of Del Rio could certainly be classified by most as certifiable. Worry not. I'm here to set you on the right path. You and everyone else who looks up to that arrogant, smirking fool...
Rollins turned his back again and removed something from the cabinet underneath the sink. He plugged whatever it is into socket before looking over his shoulder.
Seth Rollins: When you start screaming, and you will be screaming soon enough, could you maybe scream in your native tongue? It would really help me visualize what I'm going to do to Alberto. I'll be able to get my head in the game, if you will.
Leonel did begin to scream, as Rollins had predicted. Because the object in his hand was shown off to the camera and the awful sound that came along with it. A buzz saw he brought it dangerously close to the man's face, listening to him panic, before pulling away. He turned his back while a sick smile appeared on his face.
Seth Rollins: That didn't sound like your native tongue. Are you really going to be uncooperative right now?
He rushed back over with the buzz saw and a wild look in his eyes.
Seth Rollins: ARE YOU?!
More screaming ensued and this was the reaction Seth had hoped for. He unplugged the cord and placed the buzz saw back onto the ground. After sliding removing his gloves he released a sigh.
Seth Rollins: Good one. Still not in the language I had hoped for but we can work on that. We've got all night and I've got a few other things I'd like to try out. I would tell you to stay put but...well...you know. Remember! You're only here because of Del Rio!
The screams echoed in the room as Rollins stepped out back to breath in the night air. He would let his captive go after a bit. Still wanted to scare him a bit more. His obsession with it was unhealthy, that much was for certain. Soon enough he poked his head back inside.
Seth Rollins: Are you ready for round two? Got those lungs warmed up? How do you say something to the effect of "I'm very frightened of Seth Rollins, ahhhh" in Spanish?
As Rollins headed back inside the door shut behind him where muffled shrieks could still be heard.
Leonel hailed from San Luis PotosÃ, Mexico. The same birth place as Alberto Del Rio. The young man in his early twenties was a huge fan of the PTG Champion. He had only been living in America for a short period of time but he was extremely eager for WrestleMania and, in particular, Del Rio's match with Seth Rollins. He had been told that his ticket was special amongst the other fans in attendance and that he would be able to meet the EBWF Superstar of his choosing. This was a rouse, of course, but who would have truly suspected anything at all? Leonel had been instructed to take a limo ride to an undisclosed location where he would presumably meet up with Alberto Del Rio. He had been too busy enjoying the comforts of the fancy vehicle to really notice exactly where he was being taken to. Upon arriving at a small building, he began to look a little weary. It was somewhat ruin down.
Leonel: This is the place? Looks a little beat up.
Driver: This is where Mr. Del Rio instructed us to drop you off at. If you think this limo is something, wait until you see the sports car he arrives in looks like. Someone will be inside to give you further instructions.
That seemed to be all the fan needed to know to get him to exit the limo. He stepped inside of the building and as soon as he did the limo drove off. He found himself in a very small room and the only piece of furniture he could find was a chair. In front of his line of vision way a two way mirror. Where someone could see him but he wouldn't be able to see who was watching. The condition of the inside matched the outside's tattered decor. Leonel began to wonder why the EBWF didn't spring a few more bucks to have his pick up spot somewhere a little nicer. That all washed away when he could start to hear the faint sounds of Alberto Del Rio's theme music playing from somewhere in the room. But it sounded fuzzy and muffled and also a little distorted. He began to search the room, trying to find where the music was coming from. But this caused his him to lose focus and his vision went black and a loud thud was heard.
Seth Rollins: I think you've been out long enough.
He was awoken from his slumber but his vision was still blurry. Not to mention the aching in the back of his head. It also didn't help that a very bright light was being shined directly in his face, similar to the kind a dentist might use. He could only lightly struggle around as he had been strapped to a table that one might use for an unruly mental patient. All he could see was a silhouette standing over him. He began to scream out of pure instinct. That reaction made Rollins smile quite a bit.
Seth Rollins: I'm sorry. Is that not the kind of introduction you're a fan of? Let me try again.
He cleared his throat and began to impersonate Del Rio's personal ring announcer.
Seth Rollins: My name is Seth RRRRRRRRRRRRRRollins!
It didn't ease his troubles and he continued to scream.
Seth Rollins: Not accounting for taste I'm afraid. I didn't think it was that bad.
Rollins shrugged and stepped over to a sink where after washing his hands he threw on a pair of rubber gloves. Following that was a white lab coat.
Seth Rollins: Could you keep screaming? I really love that pitch you've got there.
Leonel: What is this man?! Some kind of hate crime?
Seth Rollins: Hate crime?
That statement made Rollins' eyebrows raise.
Seth Rollins: Your race has nothing to do with this and it's funny that you use that word. "Crime". You're the criminal here.
Leonel: Me?! I didn't do anything!
Seth Rollins: Didn't you? You're a big fan of...
He once again Ricardo's grandiose announcing style.
Seth Rollins: ...Alberto Del RRRRRRRRRRRIOOOOOO aren't you?
Leonel: So what?!
Seth Rollins: So what?
Rollins seemed confused as to why the man strapped to a table against his will was so manic.
Seth Rollins: Do you not understand the gravity of your situation? You admire a man like Del Rio. An awful human being. He gloats about his wealth while the unfortunate go hungry and starve. He's wealthy beyond his wildest dreams and yet, here he is, trying to obtain more. The that title he's been carrying around for the past few months. The title that I will be taking from him soon enough. Not for my own gain, mind you. But to remove it out of the hands of someone who has needed judgement for far too long. I will be the one who delivers that judgement. And you...
Rollins leaned downwards and a little closer while pushing the burning light aside.
Seth Rollins: ...obviously don't know the difference between right and wrong. It's not RIGHT to live life the way Del Rio does. It's WRONG. It's a very simple concept but men like Del Rio who have always been able to do as they please with no consequence need a very harsh refresher course. And so, I'm afraid, do you.
Leonel: Let me go, man! This is messed up!
Seth Rollins: I agree with you. Your hero worship of Del Rio could certainly be classified by most as certifiable. Worry not. I'm here to set you on the right path. You and everyone else who looks up to that arrogant, smirking fool...
Rollins turned his back again and removed something from the cabinet underneath the sink. He plugged whatever it is into socket before looking over his shoulder.
Seth Rollins: When you start screaming, and you will be screaming soon enough, could you maybe scream in your native tongue? It would really help me visualize what I'm going to do to Alberto. I'll be able to get my head in the game, if you will.
Leonel did begin to scream, as Rollins had predicted. Because the object in his hand was shown off to the camera and the awful sound that came along with it. A buzz saw he brought it dangerously close to the man's face, listening to him panic, before pulling away. He turned his back while a sick smile appeared on his face.
Seth Rollins: That didn't sound like your native tongue. Are you really going to be uncooperative right now?
He rushed back over with the buzz saw and a wild look in his eyes.
Seth Rollins: ARE YOU?!
More screaming ensued and this was the reaction Seth had hoped for. He unplugged the cord and placed the buzz saw back onto the ground. After sliding removing his gloves he released a sigh.
Seth Rollins: Good one. Still not in the language I had hoped for but we can work on that. We've got all night and I've got a few other things I'd like to try out. I would tell you to stay put but...well...you know. Remember! You're only here because of Del Rio!
The screams echoed in the room as Rollins stepped out back to breath in the night air. He would let his captive go after a bit. Still wanted to scare him a bit more. His obsession with it was unhealthy, that much was for certain. Soon enough he poked his head back inside.
Seth Rollins: Are you ready for round two? Got those lungs warmed up? How do you say something to the effect of "I'm very frightened of Seth Rollins, ahhhh" in Spanish?
As Rollins headed back inside the door shut behind him where muffled shrieks could still be heard.