Ambrose and Snake - both shifty-eyed mercenaries and/or double-dealing assassins, depending on the mission. Stubbly, charismatic and dangerous. Of course, Im talking about the Dean Ambrose that was the mouthpiece for the Shield, the greatest paramilitary tweener stable in wrestling history. Ahhh, back in the good old days: when Rollins wasnt a blustering coward with a suspiciously babyface moveset, Reigns was a brooding sawn-off shotgun of an enforcer and Dean Ambrose was a scowling, intense maniac with a hair-trigger temper and a mouth like a man-trap. Now, Ambrose is Roman Reigns wacky best friend, and hits like hes made of balloons. What happened to the good old days? Golf. Oscar. November. Echo.
Professional writer, punk werewolf and nesting place for starfish. Obsessed with squid, spirals and story. I publish short weird fiction online at desincarne.com, and tweet nonsense under the name Jack The Bodiless. You can follow me all you like, just don't touch my stuff.
