Monday Night Raw, May 5, 2014

Dean was enraged, he just lost his United States Championship Title to Sheamus in a 20 Man Battle Royal Match. He could see the damn smirk on Roman's face, because he no longer held a title either. He wanted to be alone, he did not want a fucken pep talk from Seth, he just needed to be by himself. He made his way down to the boiler room for privacy. He was kicking at whatever he could find and his fist made contact with the walls making some holes.

He heard someone behind him clicking their tongue "tsk tsk", he turned around to see The King of Kings standing behind him with his arms across his chest and his legs slight apart. He had a pompous look on his face. "To bad Ambrose, 14 more days and you could have held that title for a whole year, now that would have been a record to break.", Hunter said each word deliberately and arrogantly. His intend of course of to set off The Unstable even more.

"You son of a bitch! You set me up to lose. You made that match impossible to win. You knew I didn't stand a chance in hell of winning that match not after the beating I took yesterday at Extreme Rules. You fucken did this on purpose." His cheeks were red with anger. With each word Dean's voice got louder and with each sentence he got dangerously closer to Hunter with his fist at his sides ready to strike. When he was done he stood only inches from Hunter, who appeared unfazed.

"I-I'm ssorryy, what is that", Hunter said sarcastically as he put his right hand behind his right ear turning his head slightly toward Dean pretending to strain to hear what he was saying. "Are you admitting that I have some say as to who holds the titles? I thought your friends was all you needed, but they couldn't do anything but stand there and watch your ass get beaten."

Dean could not believe this, it was just part of his game, one that he refused to play. "You motherfucker! You did this to prove a point!", he growled. Dean was about to make contact with Hunter, but Hunter raised his hand signaling for him to stop and gave him a deadly stare, which caused him to impede his advance.

Gone was Hunter's patient voice and replaced with that of a stern schoolmaster who inflicted a harsh but well deserved lesson on his reluctant pupil. "Back the Fuck off Ambrose! You needed to be taught a lesson, as to who the fucken Boss is around here. I think it is safe to say the lesson has been learned."

Dean was taken aback by The King of Kings' sudden change of mood, he glared at him before responding. "All I have learned is that you will do anything and everything to get your way. Why would I want to align myself with you knowing that when you are done with me you will toss to the side like a piece of trash." Dean was tired of this, he wish Hunter would find someone else to mess with. He turned to leave and took a few steps. As he heard Hunter speak he stopped. Why couldn't he just leave? What was it about Hunter that drew him to him? Hunter was dangerous, he should be running out the door, far away from him and yet here he stood.

"Is that what you think? I am not your mother, Dean. I am not the foster care system, Dean. I am Hunter Hurst Helmsley the COO of World Wrestling Entertainment. I don't toss my people to the side especially those that I have hand pick." Dean's back was to Hunter, he could not see what The Unstable was thinking or feeling. So, he slowly approached and cautiously placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. The Game could feel him tense up under his touch but he did not pull away. "Granted when I first started with the WWE all the people I came in with are not here but that is due to injury, retirement or them just changing their minds. But I have always been here for those that have stood by my side, even those that have turned against me. You can ask Kane or even Randy, I have always been here for them when they were ready to comeback to me." Hunter could feel Dean relax under his touch, so this is what he needs Hunter thought. A father, a mentor, someone he could yell at and yell back at him and not walk away when things got tough. Hunter could be that for Dean, he was for Randy and look at what Randy had accomplished under his tutelage. He had not bullshitted Dean about having the whole package, Dean could take this company into the next decade as the Face of the WWE.

Dean felt himself being sucked into Hunter's web. He shook his head and knocked Hunter's hand off his shoulder and spun around to face The Game. "Stop it Hunter you don't give a fuck about me. All you want is to get the last word, especially after losing to us at Extreme Rules and no doubt you will again at Payback. I have Roman and Seth, they are all the friends I need and when we make it to the top we will do it together just like when we started with the WWE." Dean immediately left the room before Hunter could say another word.

"Fuck!", Hunter said under his breath. He almost had him, he could feel him swaying to his side but his belief in his friends stop him. Hunter had to shake Dean's faith in Roman and Seth if he hoped to get Dean on his side. Whatever he did, it had to swift and decisive. He had to show Dean that Roman and Seth were just as ambitious he was and would do anything to accomplish their goals. Whatever it was he had 3 weeks to get it done.