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Posts : 167 Join date : 2012-07-30
| Subject: Ambrose Debut Tue Oct 09, 2012 1:34 pm | |
| As Raw apreturns from commerical Matt Striker is slowly approaching an unfamilar figure pacing in the hall outside the lockeroom.
Striker: Excuse me, Sir,
Striker gets startled as Dean Ambrose turns around.
Striker: Uhh Dean what brings you....
Ambrose puts his hand over the microphone.
Ambrose: Leave.
Striker slowly backs away leaving Ambrose with microphone in hand.
Ambrose: Hi I'm Dean Ambrose and I know what everyone is thinking, Should I believe the hype? Well yeah you should, I'm as good as everyone says I am. Best in the World is just a gimmick because I'm better then the best. But for weeks now Mr Foley has refused to put me'in a match because everyone seems to think that I have anger issues, That I'm unstable. My 'infamous' reputation doesnt sit well with the higher ups. My plea's for a match went unheard for weeks even when I screamed and yelled and begged until I sat in Foley's office and he told me that there was no other option and I'll finally get a match. But whodoes he put me in a match with? That pretty boy, Everybody's hero AJ Styles. The Hardcore Champion, A man who walks around ECW calling himself extreme when he doesn't even no the meaning.
A female backstage assistant walks past, Ambrose grabs her by her hair pulling her to him. He then puts his arm around her neck.
Woman: Please... Please let me go.
Ambrose pulls a fork out his jacket pocket.
Ambrose: AJ, YOU WANT TO SEEN WHAT EXTREME IS.
Ambrose puts the fork to the girls head as she begins to cry.
Ambrose: I grew up constantly fighting to survive, Using all of my enviroment as a weapon.
A creepy smile cross' his face.
Ambrose: You smell like my mom's handbag, I like that. My mom use to hid twinkies in her bag. Are you scared? Do I scare you? Don't be scared.
Ambrose runs his fingers through her hair before he throws her to the ground.
Ambrose: AJ tonight is your reckoning day and I am the reaper. You want to walk around with your title over your shoulder, well tonight I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to make you suffer, I'mgoing to make you cry, I'm going to make you wish you were back on the independant curcuit. Tonight AJ you meet the living legend himself, No more Mysterio or Ziggler its time for you to meet Dean Ambrose. Now get this damn camera out of my face.
The camera man quickly runs away for Ambrose who resumes pasing in the hallway.
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