Dean Ambrose and the Secret Rings
Monday 2:40 PM
5 hours before Raw is on the air, WWE Superstar Dean Ambrose is lying on a floor. He is asleep with a book covering his head*
Dean: ZZZ...
Voice: Um...
Dean: ZZZ...
Voice: Hmph! Hey, wake up!
Dean wakes up and takes the book from his head
Dean: Yaaaaawwn! Boy, did I doze off again? What time is it?
Dean goes to hold his phone but instead he holds a big ring
Dean: Huh?!
Voice: You are the chosen one.
A female genie comes from the ring, as Dean surprised.
Dean: Ahh... What the...!
Genie: Do not be alarmed! I am Shahra, the Genie of the Ring...you know, like "Aladdin and the Magic Lamp"...? (holds the book)
Dean: Don't think I've read that.
Shahra: What? You've got to be kidding me! It's the best story of all the Arabian Nights! Or at least the 2nd best... But that's besides the point. Please, look at this!
Shahra shows Dean the book. Dean starts turning the pages
Dean: Hey, the page is blank!
Shahra: Our world... The world of the Arabian Nights is vanishing.
Dean: Vanishing? But how?
Shahra: This is the work of an incredibly evil spirit... the Erazor Djinn.
Dean: Erazor... Who?
Shahra: Erazor Djinn. He used his evil magic to become even more powerful. He could not bear to simply remain in the book any longer. And so he has begun to set the inscriptions free, absorbing the power of the book itself.
Dean: The power of the book?
Shahra: If our world ceases to exist, then not only those stories will be silenced forever, but the Erazor Djinn will then be unleashed into your world.
Dean: That definitely sounds like trouble. But, what do you want me to do?
Shahra: I want you to stop him... You must stop the Erazor Djinn. Only you, the chosen one, can do it.
Dean: Hmm. So, this guy needs someone to put him in his place, does he? I suppose I can help out with that. It might even be fun. But... this is all something out of a storybook, right? How am I supposed to do anything about that?
Shahra: That's easy. You are my master, having called forth the Genie of the Ring. As such, I am able to grant your wishes. Simple wishes, at any rate. Bringing you into the world of the Arabian Nights is within my power.
Dean: What?! Inside that book?
Shahra transforms into a ring as it's heading towards Dean.
Shahra: Now, please, place the ring on your finger.
Dean took the ring and places it in his finger
Dean: Like this? (Sparks come from the ring) OUCH! Hey, take it easy!
Shahra: My apologies, o Master. But now, the contract has been sealed.
Dean: Contract? "What"
Shahra: Yes. As master of the ring, I am now bound to protect you. Now, rub the ring.
Dean: (rubs the ring) Like... like this?
Then Smoke appears. After it vanishes, Shahra appears.
Shahra: "O Master of the ring, what is thy wish?"
Then all of a sudden Dean started to sneeze.
Dean: Achoo! Achoo! How about a handkerchief for starters! Make that a few!
As Shahra snap her fingers, Dean gets buried in handkerchiefs, leaving only his head out
Dean: Thanks! You're a lifesaver! You see, I caught this cold, yesterday, and...
Shahra: Please, be serious!
Dean: Okay, okay! Thanks for the hankies, though.
Shahra: Oh, please, someone tell me this isn't really happening...
Dean: Alright... let's go! Take me to this world of the Arabian Nights!
Shahra: As you wish, Master!
Dean: Quit it, will you! My name's Dean. Dean Ambrose!
Shahra: Very well, then, Dean... the Legendary Ambrose. Here we go! Into the world of the Arabian Nights!
Dean: OK! But promise me that I'll be back here before Raw goes on the air.
Shahra: as you wish! Master
Shahra makes a magic carpet appear. Dean boards it
Dean: Now THIS is first-class! Here we go!
Dean and Shahra enter the book. The book closes.
They arrive to the Arabian Night, as they are running in Lost Prologue
Dean: So, who's this guy who's trying to make the world disappear again?
Shahra: You mean the Erazor Djinn?
Dean: Yeah, that's right. Could you take me to him?
But then all of a sudden, a Purple lights appear in front of Dean and Shahra*
Shahra: There is no need.
Dean: Whaddya mean?
Shahra: He's here!
Dean stop running as a purple circles appear. From those circles appears the Erazor Djinn. He tries to slash Dean with his razor. Dean backflips to avoid
Dean: What was that all about... talk about close shaves... Maybe you know where I could get my quills sharpened, too?
Shahra: Dean! That's him! He's the evil spirit who's striking the words of our world from the pages!
Erazor: You... you must be that brat boy that just got added to the story...
Dean: Don't you know anything? I'm not a brat!
Erazor: I am Erazor Djinn! I am the one who shall carve up this world as I see fit.
Dean: Yeah... well if you're going to do that, can you at least wait until I'm done reading it, first?
Shahra: Dean...
Erazor: One hundred of the One Thousand and One Nights have already been wiped clean! And soon, the rest shall join them, night by night. And then, with the seven World Rings...
Dean: Seven What Rings?
Erazor: You have gathered the seven World Rings for me, have you not, Shahra, my dear?
Shahra: Are you still going on about that? I told you, those things don't even exist! And even if they did, I'd never give them to you!
Erazor: Oh! Wouldn't you, though? I suppose a suitable punishment is in order.
A flame appeares in Erazor's finger. He shoots it to strike Shahra
Dean: "Look out!"
Dean gets in front and gets hit in his chest
Dean (Hurt): Ugh!
Shahra: Dean! Are you alright
Erazor: Aha... hahaha. So, this is how Judgement is dealt, is it? Hmmm. This should be interesting. You listening? Bring me the seven World Rings before the arrow of flame extinguishes. If you do not, your life is forfeit.
Dean (In pain): "What…"
Erazor: Next, I think I shall collect the life of King Shahryar...
Erazor disapperars the same way he appeared, as shahra try to help Dean to get up.
Shahra: The king is the creator of the Arabian Nights and the main character of the story!
Dean: With my speed and strength, we'll just have to make sure we get to him first!
