DEAN: Where am I?
LAKEISHA: Well, you are here. A Pantheon of sorts. DEAN: Who are you? MAGGIE: We are your Muses. Your Divas. DEAN: Wait. I have Muses? LAKEISHA: Yes, you do. Dean looks around the room. It's bright and very beautiful. Sitting before him are two women. LaKeisha, the regal one, wears a toga adorned with gold. Sitting atop of her head is a gold leaf crown. Maggie, the vixen, wears a leather dress adorned with gold spikes, her hair is fiery red with gold flecks. DEAN: Why am I here? MAGGIE: Well, you're here so we could tell you how proud we are of you. LAKEISHA: You see, today's a very special day. It was four years ago you made your debut. DEAN: Oh, yeah. FCW. I am very proud of my time there. Now, I'm a WWE superstar. So you brought me here to remind me of my time in FCW? LAKEISHA: No, we wanted to celebrate you. Dean, you are a force of nature. Since you have debuted, you have changed everything about wrestling. You have changed minds, hearts, and lives. MAGGIE: You are one of a kind. Never lose that spark about you. No one will ever be like you. So stay true to you. LAKEISHA: We wanted you to know that we will always be there. We will always have your back. DEAN: That sounds great, but what if I disappoint you? MAGGIE: Oh Dean! You can never disappoint us. No matter the odds, you will overcome. You will persevere. LAKEISHA: You will move forward. Because you have many people... LaKeisha waves her hand and shows Dean the millions of people who support him. LAKEISHA: Who love you and support you. DEAN: Wow, that's a lot of people! LAKEISHA: Yes, it is. DEAN: OK. So where do I go from here? MAGGIE: Up. You go up. There's no down, Dean. There's only up. Dean looks at his Muses and smiles. DEAN: You have all the answers, don't ya? LAKEISHA: Not really, but we're here to inspire you to greatness. Be extraordinary, Dean. MAGGIE: Extraordinary. LaKeisha and Maggie blow a kiss at Dean. Dean falls back. MOMENTS LATER.... ROMAN: Dean! Dean, wake up! DEAN: Wha..What? ROMAN: You alright? DEAN: Yeah. I had a strange dream. I had Muses, Bro. ROMAN: Muses? That must have been one hell of a dream. I bet they liked like center folds. Because you have that kind of imagination. DEAN: Actually, they were beautiful, but not centerfolds. One was of African-American descent. ROMAN: Whoa! A sister! Damn, Dean. You got an active imagination. Come on, we got a promo to shoot. Roman walked out of the locker room. Dean closed his eyes and remembered the words that his Muses spoke at the end: Be extraordinary. Four years. Wonder what the next four years will hold? Extraordinary things... Happy National Ambrose Day!
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