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sunday the first of july ; two thousand and twelve
twenty-three days till raw 1000
" wish me luck. " on deanambrose.com
With the click of a camera button, the picture wherever you're watching this would go white for a moment, the lens adjusting to the brightness of what seemed like a pair of car headlights. Dean's face firstly covered the lens, staring and the camera turning around before it was handed to someone else. With the picture now adjusted, the scene was Dean Ambrose sitting on the bonnet of a random car, the headlights of the car brightening the picture and the rest brightened by the dim parking lot lights, an orange glow on the face of Dean. His hair was its usual self, stringy and damp, smothered across his forehead.
" You know... not many get the opportunity to be acknowledged by myself.. the words that originate from the pit of my lungs are sacred, however i've got a few things to get off my mind so listen up... I've been doing some thinking, really trying to get my mind round a few things... you see my brain doesn't work the same as everyone's else, I see a problem and I won't sleep till I figure out the answer, I can't, it's just my mentality... but the thing that's been constantly recurring in my memory are the words that I was told less than a year ago. Two thousand and eleven, the twenty first of October... I wrestled at an Florida Championship Wrestling live event and after winning my match, I was greeted by the current world champion, CM Punk... and he uttered words that have been a constantly recurrence in my mind ever since the second they passed his lips. Phil Brooks stepped up to my face and he told me I was making the wrong choice, that he could send me to sleep... those words have eaten away for months, and I want to know now, I want answers now, could he!? I haven't slept in months, countless nights spent awake, rolling in the backseat of my car wondering what would come next... what was watching me, who was planning an attack?... so i'm issuing a challenge to you Punk, last time you didn't back up your words, you never finished the job and it's been wrecking me. It has torn at my insides, are you really good enough?! You call yourself the best in the world, but it's merely a moniker with you, isn't it... if you're the best, then i'm better than the best! You want to put me to sleep punk? then i'm still waiting, waiting for the messiah to arrive and back up his words. I'm ready whenever, whatever second of the day you want to go, we can go. Wherever in the world you want to do it, I will find my way there and I will beat your ass around the ring for ten minutes before I can finally rest... rest knowing you're full of crap. "
With that, Dean hopped off the bonnet of the car, covering his face with his forearm while shouting "get that away from me" towards the cameraman. After a few persistent attempts, the camera was turned and faced a concrete floor for a moment before rising again, the cameraman showing Dean as he paced away into the darkness of the parking lot. With another click, the camera turned off.
Edited by UncleCreepy., 24 June 2012 - 11:13 PM.