Dean Ambrose Thought That Little Red Wagon Bit From Last Year Was Stupid, Did It Anyway
Dean Ambrose is called The Lunatic Fringe for a reason.
He does crazy things.
Or, at least, what the creative staff's idea of "crazy stuff" would be when looked at through the eyes of an eleven year old boy.
Dean Ambrose, or at least the guy who plays him, often thinks the stuff he's written to do are less "crazy" and more "galactically stupid."
“I’ve gotten asked to do things that, sometimes, I think, ‘That’s stupid.’ If you do anything a hundred percent, if you commit to it, even if sucks, it’ll at least suck a hundred percent. One my favorites was when Vince [McMahon, the driving force behind WWE] wanted me to carry this little red wagon full of weapons around the ring in Brooklyn, the hardest audience that we have. And I’m getting ready for a fight with Brock Lesnar. So I’m like, ‘I’m about to go into a match that will be a fight to the death with the beast incarnate, who’s going to probably kill me—this is not a time for laughs. If I come out there with a little red wagon, they’re gonna laugh at me.’ But he’s like, ‘No, you’re not even gonna look at Brock. You’re just gonna pull that wagon, put your weapons in it, walk around, go to the back.’ He said, ‘Because it’s not a joke to you. This wagon is serious’—and in Vince’s mind, he saw it a certain way, and I went, ‘All right, fine, OK. I’ll drag the little red wagon, and I’m gonna drag the shit out of that little red wagon.’ And I went out there, was mean-muggin’ with this little red wagon, and it was so ridiculous, but I took it seriously. They loved it, and I was like, ‘I cannot believe that worked.'”
I remember that bit. I couldn't believe it worked, either.
There's a lesson here, people.
Commit to your shit, and it won't stink.
Watch the segment in question at the top of the page, and read the entire interview with Dean at this link, in which he and girlfriend Renee Young admit to being stalked regularly and receiving death threats.
And they're remarkably calm about it.
