Never got graded on old site

Jerry Lawler: JR, I'm receiving word that we're about to have a superstar return, but I haven't heard who it is.

Jim Ross: Well, who do you think it could be, King? Our roster already has a large amount of superstars from all sorts of places. But I'll tell you what, I am excited!

Jerry Lawler: Well JR, It's probably nobody special. They should be coming out any minute though...

Jim Ross: Well how do you know that? It could be anybody. From the greatest of legends such as Hulk Hogan to somebody not so memorable such as Maven, we have no clue who is about to step through that curtain.





WHO IS IT?







{And the fans know that that's the theme song of Dean Ambrose... The arena gets quiet for a man unorthodox as any. Ambrose emerges from the curtains wearing his classic black jacket and his hair looking greasy as ever.}

Jim Ross: By god King, it's Ambrose! Dean Ambrose is back after months of absence when he ditched Christopher Daniels! I can't believe it!

Jerry Lawler: Well you should believe it because he's right in front of your eyes! Dean is back!

{Ambrose strolls down the ramp the same way he always does. He's just an odd little dude and everything about him reflects it; even the way he walks down the ramp. The crowd isn't sure if they should boo because they want to, but inside they're even a little afraid of Ambrose so they won't dare to boo him. Dean walks himself around the ring to where a microphone is sitting near the timekeepers table. He grabs that microphone and taps on it a few times. He begins speaking now.}



[[Dean Ambrose]]
Some people say that I'm sick and twisted. Some people say that I'm crazy. Not everybody agrees with the way that I act; the way that I... handle myself. And I don't blame them because you know what there was a time, there was a time that even I was afraid of myself. There was a time that I couldn't even look in a mirror because if I did, I'd just have to punch it because of the man that I'd see. And that, that is how I discovered the greatest thing that this world has. Pain. The pain of looking at a disgrace of a man, the pain of living as a complete mess, and when I did punch that mirror out, it felt good! My hand being left a bloody mess, I knew that's what I was going to thrive on. I loved that feeling, the rush of blood, the adrenaline, I needed more of it. That's why I joined CZW. I joined a company full of other nutjobs who would rip their own faces off for a dollar. I bled, nails ripped at my flesh, barbwire cut into me, and I loved every moment of it. I love the rush, I just can't get enough.



[[Dean Ambrose]]
I just couldn't get enough of hurting myself that I came up with a new idea.. a new, innovative idea. I could hurt other people too. Other people have to know what pain feels like. When I got that idea I changed my life around. In CZW I started to tear up my competition, mercilessly damaging souls just for fun. I don't care about the money in this business, look at me. I've never lived in a nice home, I've never had nice food, I learned to fight among the scum of the earth. I've fought for meals with vicious bums fighting for their life. And I've won every single time. But when I started to maim my opponents in CZW my talents were noticed. Apparently I have some talent after all. After all those years of being told I was worthless... ALL THOSE YEARS... somebody finally was interested in me.



[[Dean Ambrose]]
Or so I thought. Because from the moment I signed with this company nobody cared about Dean Ambrose. NOBODY CARED. NOBODY. NOT ONE PERSON. They all cast me aside like my own family and left me. I haven't even won a title in this company yet. I haven't won anything. Nobody cares about Dean Ambrose. And when nobody cares it just makes me... so... mad... So... Mad... I CAN'T TAKE IT.... And that's why this time I'm going to take out each and every wrestler, one by one, because they don't care about the only man they should care about, Dean Ambrose. I'm a bigger threat than any wrestler and do you know why?



[[Dean Ambrose]]
Because unlike these other wrestlers, I know no limits. I've cut myself open, I've cut other people open, I won't even think twice. If a fork just happens to find its way into the ring then I won't hesitate to jab it into you. My boundaries were crossed a long time ago and my morals have evaporated. I don't even know if I have a heart anymore. I wasn't trained in a fancy dojo, I didn't learn some fighting technique that somebody tries to call an art... I learned how to fight. My whole life has been a fight.



[[Dean Ambrose]]
So now, my WWF career is about to be relaunched. And no matter who I face, who you may be, just know that you can do whatever you want to me and I won't be effected. When we're facing off in the ring you can kick me, punch me, throw me off the top turnbuckle to the outside, there's nothing that I haven't already been put through. You can try anything you want, but the truth is that I love pain. But guess what? I know you don't. I know that you're all scared of the pain that I could cause to you in the blink of an eye. You're all cringing just thinking of a man as sick in the head as me. I'm a nightmare to you guys. Let me ask you; what's worse than a nightmare? How about if I made that nightmare a reality. I'm about to shock the entire WWF Roster. Dean Ambrose is coming.

{Ambrose drops his microphone as his theme song begins to play and the promo fades out.}


[END PROMO]