Dean Ambrose: This place has been a ghost town since Thursday Night Nitro,it's so quiet.. it scares me... it stands to reason though. I mean ever since it was announced that I was finally here in WWE, there's just no point in sticking around.. all the hype, all the speculation.. it's all true, I AM just as good as THEY all say I am.. no, i'm BETTER.. i'm better than you can imagine.
Ambrose staggers a little as he walks down a corridor, he wipes his face with his hands whilst grinning and staring at his feet.
Ambrose: No.. no.. I know where THEY all are.. they're talking behind MY back.. whispers.. they don't want me to know.. what don't they want me to know? I don't know.. maybe they're all afraid of me.. maybe they think i'm a little MOODY, a little UNSTABLE. WELL I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! I don't care.. yes, no.. no i don't.. I'm Dean Ambrose.. forget everything you think you know about professional wrestling, things are gonna get pretty god damn real.
Ambrose stops dead in his tracks and looks around the corridor, blinking quickly and wiping his mouth, whispering to himself before continuing.
Ambrose: We'll see.. we'll see.. we'll see just how loud they all BEG and they YELL and they SCREAM when I get to work.. I can't wait for the first meat scraps to be thrown my way.. who's it gonna be? Who are they gonna throw to the lion? I hope it's someone with delusions of grandeur.. I hope it's someone I can bring down to my level.. they won't like that.. it's dark down here.. and it smells kinda funny.. kinda like french cheese and maggots.. they won't like it.. I know because I don't like it, but misery loves company.. right..?