WWE Develops "Year 2017"

Chapter 4 - Dean Ambrose

Paul Levesque(thought)- "That's five awesome signings that we have made today."

Paul thought to himself as he made his way outside of the Performance Centre making sure all the lights were off. He then made his way to his car. He put his paperwork in the trunk and closed it over.

He opened the door on the drivers side when he heard people talking. He stopped and listened. He heard an unknown voice.

Dean Ambrose "What do you mean I can't do my try-out? I came all the way here from Cincinnati, Ohio to live out my dream and some fat-ass is going to be the one to stop me? I don't think so. I'm sick and tired of being told I'm too late. Dean you can't try out here you're too late. Dean there's no way we can teach you here anymore you're too late. Mom I want dad back. Well guess what Dean you're too late. I keep going downhill ever since daddy walked and finally I reached the mountains that could take me up to the top and I'm told that I can't climb it. I am going to scratch and claw and fight my way up that mountain until I reach the top and plant my flag in the top of it to show that I've reached the highest point. When I reach it no living or breathing or dead or plain noun is going to take that flag down. My time is now I am here to tell you this right now so pay attention. Wrestling is my life, wrestling is all I've got!"

Silence fell and was only broken with the claps of one man. Luckily for the kid it was the claps of Paul Levesque.

Paul Levesque- "That was a sweet promo you cut their kid."

Dean Ambrose- "There's plenty more where that came from brother."

Paul looked at him and asked a couple of questions with Dean's responses happening instantly.

Paul Levesque- "How old are you?"

Dean Ambrose- "16."

Paul Levesque- "Your from Cincinnati, right?"

Dean Ambrose- "Born and bred."

Paul Levesque- "What's your wrestling style?"

Dean Ambrose- "I don't wrestle with a set style I do the unexpected I'll do a top rope move, then mat wrestle you for a while but then if I feel like punching you until my knuckles are thick with your blood then you can bet your ass I'll bust you open."

Paul Levesque- "Date of Birth?"

Dean Ambrose- "December 7th 2000."

Paul Levesque- "Name?"

Dean Ambrose- "Dean mother fucking Ambrose."

Paul Levesque- "Drop the middle two words of that name, Dean Ambrose, and you've got yourself a job."

Dean Ambrose- "Cool contact me over this e-mail if you want to talk."

Dean took a piece of paper and scribbled an e-mail address on it, handed it to Paul, zipped up his black hoodie, put his hood up and walked into the darkness ahead.

Paul Levesque- "That kid has something special inside of him. I'm not going to let him fail."

Paul got into his car and drove to his house twenty minutes away from the performance centre.

Authors Note: Why won't Triple H specifically let Ambrose fail? Do you think that Dean's promo was good?