Jerry "The King" Lawler "Why are you surprised? It's already been announced he's going to be squaring off against Dean Ambrose tonight, in a match many people have been weighing in on. One fan by the name of DJ Urie says on Twitter, 'I think Brock is going to win because look at those pecs... so squeezable.'
Jim Ross "I'd have to agree, King. They are quite large and appealing."
--As Brock makes his way down to the ring, doing his usual exercise routine, the fans begin to chant his name.--
Jerry "The King" Lawler "For those of you who are just tuning in, you may be surprised to hear the crowd actually being behind Brock. We'll take you back to last week to show you why."
--The screen flips back to last week's episode of Monday Night Raw during the Heyman/Brock segment, as Paul Heyman berates Brock Lesnar in the middle of the ring. It fastforwards to when Lesnar picks him up on his shoulders and delivers a brutal F-5 to Heyman, who is left motionless in the ring.--
--Brock leaps up on the apron and his ring-post pyro explodes, only adding to the cheers as his pop grows even larger. He throws himself over the ropes and jogs in place, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Dean Ambrose. His music continues to play before shutting off. More time goes by before the crowd begins to murmur.--
Jim Ross "I'm sorry ladies and gentleman but I don't know what the hold up is. Dean Ambrose shoul--... Sorry, but I'm getting word through my headset hasn't been seen since his loss last week to John Cena. I'm sure he's upset, especially after being on such a roll."
Jerry "The King" Lawler "A roll? It was much bigger than that, especially for him. He was picking up names over some of the biggest people in this company! I'd be a little bit more than upset, JR."
Jim Ross "Be that as it may, King, it's still no excuse to not show up to a match."
--As if on cue, the unmistakably maniacal laugh of Dean Ambrose fills the arena, growing louder by the second. The lights begin to flicker as My Own Summer begins to play, causing the crowd to pop with a mixture of cheers and boos. After a few moments of Ambrose still not entering the stage, it becomes quite clear he won't be coming. Brock, agitated, kicks the turnbuckle and motions for a mic. However, as he is handed the microphone, the lights cut out completely, causing a sudden gasp to arise from the audience. Flashbulbs illuminate the ring, revealing two masked men beating down Brock Lesnar, who isn't going down easily. The lights flip back on as Lesnar has one of them up on his shoulders, but his opportunity is lost as the second masked man drives a steel pipe into the back of his knee. Brock drops down onto one knee, and the man with the pipe wraps his arm around his head and plants it into the mat with a... Headlock Driver. He pulls his mask off to reveal himself as Dean Ambrose, clad in smeared clown make-up, his hair dyed into a deep, uneven green colour. As the second man goes to do the same, Ambrose places his hand on his head, shaking his head no and pointing to the ground. He obeys, sitting cross-legged next to the unconscious Lesnar. Dean grabs the mic Brock had previously brought into the ring and twirls it around in his hand, chuckling lowly through clenched teeth.--
Dean Ambrose "Where are my applause, people? Why aren't you cheering my name? How come you all look so... so... so shocked to see what I've become? What I've been driven to? The acts that I've committed to this... this so called Beast? Were they not just? Were they... were they not fair? You're surprised to see equity in it's truest from?"
--The masked man crawls over to one of the ringside cameraman, staring through the cuts of his mask, dark brown orbs piercing through the lens as Ambrose continues his tirade in the unique, gravelly voice he possesses.--
Dean Ambrose "Do you people... you fickle, fickle people not believe in karma...? Karma, the last unifying law of the Universe...? Is it not kismet for Mr. Lesnar, this foul brute of a man to meet the end he delivered to another man, Paul Heyman, last week? Are you all so blinded by your obstinate views of right and wrong, good and bad to see that this is only... fair? Fair... fair... perverse. You are all so... so perverse. I constantly endeavor to open your pigheaded eyes to these things, and yet you refuse to accept that there is no right or wrong, there is no good and bad. It's all one big ugly grey mess of life, no simple circle to define it. No geometric formula to describe the nature of man... and yet you all cling to these sacrosanct ideals, so that when a man like me tries to... shake it up a bit, I'm considered... evil. Crazy, insane, opprobrious..."
--Ambrose runs a hand through his matted green hair, pulling at a clump of it with a clenched fist. Lesnar pushes himself up to his knees, which catches the eye of Ambrose, who in turn swiftly delivers a boot to his abdomen.--
Dean Ambrose "You see... I may be all those things. I may just be a little messed up in the ol' head... but mostly... mostly I'm vitriolic, to all you liars and hypocrites. You shame me for doing the exact same you cheer this deplorable man for. And I... I just... I just don't understand. I try to alleviate you all of your stubborness, I coax you away from your foolhardy beliefs. And yet.. you hate me. Hate the man who teaches you your true ways. Cursing the leper and turning away the blind, cheering the man who uses his influence to destroy another... and yet I'm evil?"
--Dean drops the mic, shaking his head at the stunned audience. He grabs the shoulder of the other masked man and whispers something into his ear. The man in the mask hops up to his feet and the exit the ring, leaving the battered Lesnar in the ring as they exit through the silenced crowd.--
