At a two story house with a long driveway to give it some distance from the main road, Hunter Hearst Hemsley also known as Triple H was working on paperwork for WWE when he heard loud heavy metal music blasting throughout the house. A sigh left him as he got up from the desk to head out of his home office and go right up the stairs to a wood door with signs saying Caution, Enter At Your Own Risk, and Beware Of Dog. Opening the door, he saw a young teen boy with the same color dirty blonde hair as him and blue eyes too laying on a made bed. The bedroom was very neat with heavy metal and rock band posters on the walls. Also the boy sitting on the bed wore torn at the knees jeans and a black sweat jacket.
"Could you turn that down please?" Hunter asked the boy.
"I'm just relaxing dad."
"Dean, turn the music down. I have a lot of paperwork to do before going into the office tonight."
"Okay." Dean sighed and turned his stereo down. "Can I come out tonight with you for your match?"
"I don't know Dean. I mean you happen to be in developmental still and-"
"Please dad. I will be on my best behavior and won't start any fights."
"Dean, you happen to be fifteen and I don't want you to get hurt."
"You just don't want people to know that crazy and uncontrollable Dean Ambrose is actually your son. I mean I wouldn't blame you for not wanting people to know." Dean replied as he pulled his hood up to hide his face.
"No that is not true at all. Dean, we both know that you get your crazy and uncontrollable side from me. Everything about you scream a degenerate and what do us degenerates have to say?" Hunter asked his son as he pushed the boy's hood back.
"We got two words to say." Dean answered quietly as he reached to pull his hood back up.
"What are those two words?"
"Dad."
"What are those two words?"
"Suck it." Dean said as he pushed his bangs out his eyes.
"That's my boy."
"I'm going to see if maybe Regal could work with me on some moves." Dean told his dad as he got off his bed. "He always says that I could use some improvement. After the whole dislocated shoulder incident, I should keep on training."
"Dean wait. I know things are hard with it just being you and me for so long. Just know that I will never stop caring about you. How about this Dean, you come with me to Raw and maybe you could come out with me to my match incase my opponent tries anything on me."
"Thanks dad." Dean hugged him before heading out of the room.
"Where are you going now?"
"To get a soda from the fridge. My god dad, you are so protective." Dean teased as he went down the stairs. "What's next to happen? You going to threaten anyone who makes me bleed with your sledge hammer?"
"I have to be. You're my son and the most valuable thing in my life over all of the championships I've won. Also I want to one day face you in a match."
Dean had his hair ruffled by his dad and continued to the kitchen to get himself and his dad sodas. They sat on the couch in the den to watch television to pass the time while Hunter did his paperwork.
At a second house that was only one story with a fancy fence around it, Stephanie McMahon was cooking dinner as she heard the front door open. She turned her head to see a teen boy with dark brown hair like hers, but he had a blonde streak in it and had brown eyes too. The boy walked right over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"How was the movie?"
"Okay." he answered her.
"So what are you going to do while I'm at Raw tonight?" she asked as she put a piece of steak on a plate.
"I was hoping to go with you to the show mom."
"Seth, we've talked about this. You are a developmental and the other wrestlers will try to start fights with you."
"But I can handle myself against them if they want to start a fight. We both know I'm one of the best in development. Most of everyone there knows not to mess with Seth Rollins. Please mom let me go."
"Okay Seth. Promise me thought that you won't start any fights and will try to avoid them."
"Thank you so much mom." Seth hugged her with a huge smile.
"You're welcome sweetie. Now eat your dinner." Stephanie instructed him.
The two sat down at a table to begin eating their dinner of steak with veggies. Seth told his mom about how he's been doing in development and she listened with a smile at how proud of him she was.
"There's this one guy my age who just doesn't know when to give up. I mean he's such an annoying pain in my-"
"Seth watch your language please."
"Butt. I mean all he does is just prove what everyone says about him being crazy and uncontrollable. Why did he get signed?"
"Maybe there's something about him that development sees could make him a great wrestler."
"All he ever does is try to mess with me. I mean you would think after Regal dislocated his shoulder that he'd stop all of his craziness. Nope, he just keeps on going with it and won't just stay down. Regal keeps saying that he's just like someone."
"What do the other wrestlers have to say about him?"
"Most think he's crazy too. One of my friends says he's an okay guy after doing a tag match with him."
"See there is something to him and maybe one day the two of you will be best friends."
"Definitely not mom."
Once done eating dinner, Seth cleared the table and then went to his bedroom. In a corner of the room was a pile of clothes and on the wall were posters of his favorite heavy metal and rock bands. He went over to his dresser to figure out what he should wear to Raw and decided on a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a baseball cap. After changing into them, he headed to the den where his mom was checking her email on her phone. Once ready, the two went out to the car parked out front and a man opened the backdoor for them to get in.
"To the arena please."
The car then pulled away to begin heading down the road away from the house. Stephanie instructed her son to put his seatbelt on as she texted someone about what would be going on at the show. A roll of the eyes came from Seth as he buckled himself in before putting his headphones on to listen to music during the drive.
