XWL.com Exclusive: How far on the Fringe did it get?

A drumroll comes over the audience as lights begin to flash, illuminating the structure that had been hovering over the ring for majority of the night. The crowd grows in anticipation, as does the music while the cell itself hits the ground. Upon hitting the ground, it is fastened and the ring bell sounds, signaling the start of Hell, in a Cell.



Out onto the scene first is the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose. He comes out from behind the curtain, face reading no sign of humor as he takes off down the ramp. Just mere moments ago, the final slammy had been announced by the boss himself, Vince McMahon and we all know that Dean couldn’t be happy with the outcomes. Standing inside of the ring is the ref, along with Lilian Garcia. Garcia is hesitant to be standing where she is, but holds her ground as Dean makes it down the ramp.

[Corey Graves]
Dean Ambrose’s mood change is possibly the best thing to happen to him. He’s a totally different person now.

He makes it to the bottom, looking around and up at the cell before him. It’s far from his first time stepping into it but it’s of course nothing like the last time, nor any other. Each entry into the cell changes who you are as a human being and it takes more out of you. This, for Dean, is just another night which says a lot about not only his mental status, but his physical status as well. Ambrose then steps in the cell just enough to pass the door, then turns around. He finds the ref with the lock in his hand, as well as the key, stepping up to him. Without warning he lashes out, snatching both from him and kicking him in the chest, knocking him back.

[Mauro Ranallo]
What on earth is Dean doing here?

[Corey Graves]
I don’t know but it doesn’t seem good.

Ambrose steps inside of the cell, turning around to the door behind him, snatching it closed before anyone can stop him. He then locks it from the inside, tightening the chain and then placing the lock around the pieces of it, shutting himself inside without an opponent. The only people with him? Lilian Garcia and the ref. Ambrose carries himself along ringside, climbing the stairs and entering the ring. Lilian has been moved to a corner by the ref who stands in front of her. Ambrose slowly strolls towards her, stopping in the middle of the ring. He bends over, grabbing the mic up off the ground, bringing it to his lips as he looks around, not a care in the world.

[Dean Ambrose]
Would you look at that?

Dean cracks his neck, weighing his options.

[Dean Ambrose]
Yet another time that Vince McMahon decided to look me in my eye and bend me right across his company, railing me from behind. It’s getting old, Vinny Mac, let me tell you. I thought you censoring me was bad enough but this? This is just pathetic.

Garcia and her new guardian attempt to leave but are stopped as Dean points to them.

[Dean Ambrose]
No, no, no. You don’t get to go anywhere. Neither of you. Sit tight, enjoy the show.

That obviously isn’t going to work for those two as they dart out of the ring, rushing for the door. Dean sighs, taking the mic and placing it back where he found it as he removes his jacket, pulling something from it. Duct tape.



He then turns to the duo who are trying to escape, Lilian seeing him first and taking off, the ref not having that pleasure as Dean leaves the ring. In a moment Dean crashes into him, causing him to collide with the cage. The ref slumps as Ambrose turns to find Lilian cowering in the corner of the Cell, begging for this to not happen. Ambrose nods, but doesn’t listen as he pulls her up by her hair, using the duct tape to tie her arms together. Then he ties her feet, lifting her and shoving her into the ring. Ambrose rolls back in, grabbing her by the chin and dragging her to the corner, placing her up in it, telling her to sit still.

[Mauro Ranallo]
WE HAVE TO HELP!

The sound of headsets tumbling and falling sound as commentary goes silent. On camera you can see both commentator’s rush the cage, running for the door to help try and pry it open but Dean, he moves for the mic. He lifts it up again, appearing almost tired.

[Dean Ambrose]
As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, it’s getting old Vinny. The fact that you can hide the truth from all these people is ludicrous but the fact you try and hide it from me is just plain stupid. Tonight, was my night. Feud of the year, match of the year, champion of the year, superstar of the year. I put this company on my fucking back! DO YOU HEAR ME!?

Ambrose’s emotions getting the better of him, he screams, bouncing onto the ropes in front of him. Pausing, he breathes and leans against them, speaking into the mic.

[Dean Ambrose]
Listen, I’m going to level with you. Breakthrough, was shit. Seth Rollins poked his nose where it shouldn’t of ever of been in the first place. Now, we pay the price. You take out my eye, I blind you. You stop me from hurting the damsel in distress, I hurt her worse. It’s basic principles.

Now, Seth Rollins is at the door, the camera moving back to that as Layla and him struggle with opening it. In moments Seth has began climbing, heading for the roof, clawing to find a way in to save Lilian and stop Dean.

[Dean Ambrose]
OH WOULD YOU LOOK WHO IT IS!? LITTLE MISS PIGGY HERSELF ALONG WITH KERMIT!? GO AHEAD, CLIMB YOU LITTLE FROG BUT IT WON’T HELP HER! As for you, Layla, you stupid little pig. I have a request. A demand, shall we say. Come here.

With that, Ambrose drops out of the ring, moving to the cage where Layla stands, yelling at Dean. Dean ignores her, speaking over her with the help of the mic.

[Dean Ambrose]
Listen, listen, listen.  I know that tensions are high. But I’m going to need you to just settle your pretty little head down and give me what I want.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT? A TITLE SHOT!? YOUR SLAMMY!?”

[Dean Ambrose]
No, but I like the way you think. What I want, Layla, and hear me out with this: is a night alone, just you and I, where I get to treat you like they’ve been treating me for years and fuck you like the pig you are.

Layla’s jaw drops. Dean doesn’t even blink as he delivers the offer. He pauses for only a moment, allowing her to access the deal, the responds.

[Dean Ambrose]
So, what’s it going to be?

Layla shakes her head and Dean shrugs in response, his mood never changing.

[Dean Ambrose]
Okay, have it your way.

Ambrose rolls back into the ring, heading right for the corner which holds Lilian. Garcia begins to scream, no one able to help her when Dean stops, turning completely around, cupping his ear as to hear better.

[Dean Ambrose]
I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Maybe if you had a mic, we could talk.

Within moments, Layla is handed a mic and Dean waits for his answer while Layla takes a moment, exhaling heavily.

[Layla]
You have a deal. Just, don’t hurt her.

[Dean Ambrose]
Oh Layla, that’s all you had to say.

With that, Dean takes the key, launching it through one of the holes in the cage and it goes sailing off into the sea of fans while Seth’s eyes follow it from the top of the cell, still unable to gain entry into it. Several security guards rush over the barricade while others appear with tools able to break the chain. Dean raises the mic once more to Layla.

[Dean Ambrose]
So I’ll see you tomorrow night, it’ll be real fun. In the meantime, me and Lilian have unfinished business.

[Layla]
I made the deal! Don’t touch her!

[Dean Ambrose]
Oh, Layla, you stupid bitch. I’m going to do far worse than touch her. After this, they’ll start referring to me as the next Chris Benoit.

With that, Dean throws the mic right at Layla, which obviously doesn’t connect thanks to the cage. Dean then spins around, snatching Lilian up off the ground. He takes a minute, shrugs, then pulls her into a deep kiss. Garcia is trying everything in her power to get away from him but fails. In a swift motion Dean has slipped behind Garcia, quickly planting her with a German Suplex. And as if that isn’t enough, he goes down to the mat, locking in a Crippler Crossface, wrenching on the head and neck of this poor woman. He wrenches until she taps, then holds it until she fades. The chain finally snaps as Dean holds tight, refusing to let go even as guards rush the ring. They overwhelm Dean, cuffing him to the mat as he refuses to show a glimmer of emotion towards anyone. The guards escort Dean out of the cell as Seth and Layla, as well as other ring hands and crew check on Garcia who is not moving. Ambrose spits in Layla’s way as they cross paths but Layla ignores him, focused more on her employee. Without warning, the video ends on the site of Dean, handcuffed, and being escorted out.