I watched him from afar now as his music started and the crowd went absolutely ballistic at the fact that the Lunatic Fringe was about to enter the stadium.

At the sight of him walking out, the crowd continued there screaming as Lilian announced that Dean was coming to the ring, not to fight, but to speak.

I watched him carefully. Same frown, same attitude. Noting changed about him from the backstage area to the arena, he stayed the exact same and the WWE Universe ate it up.

He twitched slightly and it sent an odd shiver down my spine as he took the microphone from one of the stagehands.

There were so many things I just didn't understand about Dean. For as long as I've known him, he's truly been unreadable.

Everyone I worked with has been somewhat nice or kind, but Dean barley gave me the time of day, that is, when I attempt to talk to him.

Back in the shield days, John would invite all three of them over to his gym or even to our house, but Dean alway denied. Always claiming that he had other things to do, and since he has no type of social media what so ever, he stays a complete mystery.

"From the moment I got here," Dean said, interrupting my thoughts, "people have been puzzled by my decision making and they wanna call me all these different things and then they question my stability."

"Well I've never agreed with that assessment," he continued on, "but last week on Smackdown when Chris Jericho put that straight jacket on me and he tightened those buckles and I couldn't move, and I couldn't fight back, I couldn't defend myself, and I was trapped. And it felt like I was in jail...or an asylum. And I didn't like it, I didn't like it at all. And I felt something in here just, just snap, just, just a little bit. And I decided that there is something that I have to do and I'm gonna do it right now. I need to talk to Chris Jericho right now, so Chris get on out here, boy!"

The crowd proceeded to boo Chris as he stood on the stage and told the crowd to shut up, just like he does almost every Monday. Then he goes on into saying how he isn't scared of Dean and how he was going to show him what a 'real lunatic' acted with the cocky attitude he not only showed for the crowd, but everyone in the locker room everyday at work.

"No remorse Ambrose," Jericho said, "No remorse. And this Sunday I'm gonna give you what you crave, what everybody here craves, I'm gonna give you the gift of Jericho, drink it in Dean."

From just watching from where I sat, not even being within feet of him, I could see something change in Deans eyes. As though this wasn't a regular episode of Raw anymore. Did he always do that?

"Good!" Dean said suddenly, "Because I got gift for you too."

I rose an eyebrow as a unusual music played and something lowered, the crowd started cheering while the commentators made there usual comments of 'what the hell is that' as a cage was lowered.

"You put me in the hospital Chris!" Dean shouted while wandering around the ring, his sudden change in tone making me jump slightly, "So I'm gonna put you, in an Asylum."

The crowd scream, clearly thrilled as the camera panned between Jericho and Dean.

"See I talked to Shane McMahon and Shane said I could have any kinda match I want at Extreme Rules," he growled slightly and just watching him wander around made my heart rate speed up, "So welcome to the first ever, Asylum Match."

"Me and you are gonna be locked inside  this cage Chris, this cage made of twisted, rusty steal and as you can see, I've decorated the place myself with just a few of my favorite things, could be a few more come Sunday." Dean continued with almost an evil type smirk that sent a shiver down my spine as Jericho looked on with almost a realistic look of fear, "Now you've done it all here in the WWE Chris, but your never been inside this structured... hell, I  haven't either, so who knows what's gonna happen!"

"This is international waters baby," Dean continued and the crowd ate up every single word he said, "This is no mans land, this ain't Extreme Rules, this is No Rules!"

"And I know what you may be thinking, there must be some kinda way out. Maybe I can win by climbing over the top to the floor, or maybe I can win by going out the door, nu uh, no. In this Asylum baby, there is no escape!"

"Chris Jericho you may be the best in the world at what you do but when you enter my world," he growled and I watched him intensely, "what you do will be scream, and cry, and beg for mercy!"

"When that door closes, and you enter this asylum Jericho, I promise you and believe me you will never," He paused and looked almost pissed and the crowd shouted 'ever' but continued, "ever, be the same again."

As raw went to commercial break, I continued to stare at the TV above.

'What the hell was that...' I thought to myself, 'Who the hell WAS that' I mean
I know that it was Dean... But that wasn't Dean Ambrose... I think...

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Yes I did type that whole promo.
I regret not a thing.