I am not the son he wanted. I can accept that. But did he have to lie to my face about taking some time off?

My father, he has learned so much from the authority and yet still he doesn't see the fact that he is being used. Despite his conformity. It's a shame really, I was hoping to get to know the dad that Daniel Bryan would tell stories about. Sad that they are the only stories I know about him still.

It wasn't long until I found myself without a World title, despite the contract, stipulations and various loopholes I found, WWE feels that it was all too… confusing for the fans at home for a man who no one knew hold such a high honor.

I felt as if I let Daniel down. Now, the title is around the waist of Brock Lesnar. Even if I wanted to, I can't get a crack at him. And that in itself have many reasons and roadblocks.

"Kaden!"

I jumped from my daze as Daniel stood in my view. He smiled before sitting down. "Hey, take it easy, you were in your own little world."

"The weather and people are better there."

He laughed, I always got Daniel to laugh. WrestleMania was also upon us, and thanks to either my old man or Stephanie. I was sitting it out. Well, I've been sitting out a lot as of late. They are burning up what remains of my contract, I have maybe a few months left until my Grandfather's clause wears out. Looking to Daniel, he knew it too.

"We got to do something man. You are a talent here, and it would be a same to lose you."

"The only way I am staying is if my dad betrays the authority…"

"Yeah, when pigs fly."

"Don't remind me Daniel." I muttered. "Or something from head office comes down and they have to sign me. Question is, what do I do to cause that?"

We were silent for a moment, until Daniel's eyes widened. "Undertaker!"

Instantly, I shot the idea down. "I am not having my uncle bail me out of this. This is my life and my mess. I got to deal with it." I said.

"Too bad there wasn't a money in the bank contest this year. You win that they would have to keep you, wouldn't they?"

It was a stretch, but I wouldn't put it past the authority to cheat me out of a title match.

Just then, Roman Reigns came into the room. We remained good friends after the Shield broke up, him and Dean. Little did I know, Dean was already here as well, and he was listening in on my conversation. I felt his arm come over my shoulder as he leaned in uncomfortably close to me. "It's time to do something crazy!" he whispered in a low, sadistic tone.

"How crazy?" I said.

Dean pulled back slightly as he began to think. Roman joined the table when he paused and noticed Dean's odd thinking pose. "Oh hell he's really doing it, isn't he?"

"Doing what Roman?" asked Bryan.

"Dean is thinking of something so unreal, that he would hesitate doing!"

"Hey! I wouldn't say hesitate! Delay, perhaps but I would still do it!" Dean snapped back. Then, his eyes widened. "That's it!" he said.

"What's it?" the table asked.

"It makes perfect sense!" Dean started to get up from the table and walk away. Roman began to look worried. "I don't think I would be too confident about him right now. I think Dean's gone just slightly over the edge." He whispered.

"He's a few trees short of a forest." Said Daniel

"He has his methods, I know I've hung out with the guy," replied Roman Reigns.

The three of us sat at the table in silence. "So, if this is the end, it's the end for me. I guess I will have to go back to Japan and wrestle there."

"Or you could go to UFC?" said Roman. "You got the strength for it. Hell you took out the Wyatt family when they were a faction! How hard could it be to take out a fighter?"

"A trained fighter mind you, I have considered it. My Uncle has taught me a thing or two and has some friends who could teach me far more."

That and I also have a former UFC friend who could help me there. But I don't want to go to UFC. I want to be in the WWE. I want to get to know my dad and make him proud.

I doubt I will be doing that any time soon…