Take heart sweetheart, or I will take it from you

[Chloe]

~Presaging disaster. Seth Rollins sat in a dark room with a dim light positioned above his head. He nearly blended in due to the fact that was clad entirely in black clothing. His long hair hung downwards and he lightly rubbed at this chin while composing his thoughts.~

Seth Rollins: Since I arrived here I've preached to the fans to seize the day. To not let a single moment go to waste. That every solitary second is a time when you can make a difference. I've been respectful of my opponents and treated them with honor. And what do I here every time I walk out in front of an audience?

~Rollins cupped one of his ears mockingly~

Seth Rollins: I hear boo's. Because of my association with Dean Ambrose. An association that I didn't ask for. This company threw us together. Despite my best efforts, time and time again, I constantly repeat that we aren't the same. That I don't share his thoughts. But apparently our audience is too IGNORANT to get that through their thick skulls...

~A noticeable scowl was on his face~

Seth Rollins: And I began to think. I called Ambrose insane. But he isn't. And I can't believe I'm saying this...but he's absolutely right. He's not crazy. He's passionate. And this system, this wrestling industry IS corrupt. I want a revolution. But no revolution has ever happened by being respectful and honorable. You have to TAKE what you want. We are going to shake this entire company's foundation. Two young, hungry, starving, MONSTERS are working on the same page now. And that's going to be a nightmare for every single person we come across. Hell. On. Earth.

~He glanced to the Tag Title slung over his shoulder with a grin~

Seth Rollins: These idiot fans, the clueless people in charge...they told me "Seth Rollins should have stayed in ROH. Seth Rollins should have stayed in NXT." But now look at me. I'm a champion. No one has been able to touch me in that ring! I'm completely undefeated. And this Sunday, I'll be facing a team with three former World Champions. I'm going to do what I always do. Survive.

~Rollins nodded along with his own words, completely pumped with confidence.~

Seth Rollins: This team with Zack Ryder and Trent Barreta. Two men Ambrose and I have already TORN through. Two beloved figures in this company. These are the kind of people these blind fans want to root for? This is who they want to base their lives on? So be it. They can watch as they are left BEATEN at my feet once again.

~The former ROH Champion was beginning to look a bit more sadistic since his arrival in the company~

Seth Rollins: But Jericho, Miz and Styles shouldn't feel too left out. Because they're going to get to suffer just as much. The so-called "main eventers". The same three who will probably pretend that they don't know who I am. But that's fine. Because they won't be able to forget my name when this match is over. The Miz and his party hats and AJ Styles and his fancy suits aren't not going to be able to stand up to the onslaught that I'm going to bring. And Chris Jericho, this leader, our esteemed GM...I'm going to take pleasure and showing him how toothless and ineffective his regime truly is. Because when I win this match I'm taking my promised title shot. And I'm going straight for the World Title because I'm DONE with working my way to the top. This isn't just the winds of destiny. This is a fury, a hurricane. They cannot be denied, they cannot be ignored. THIS is the future...

~The light above Rollins' head slowly flickered out and the scene faded.~