OPERATION: BLACK CERBERUS

by Bargain Brand Writer

Things are changing fast. Roman is leading his own team. Seth is making his return from Japan. Dean is adjusting to life with other people. These three will soon come back together and complete the biggest job of their lives. From this point on, each man will grow in many ways, and these experiences will take them to the next level.

2. OPERATION: ROAD TRIP

March 4th, 2011

Stamford, Connecticut

WWE Headquarters

"I can't believe we're actually doing this." Regal said after hearing the good news. A slight smirk of joy slid across his face.

"Of course. Vince trusts me and I trust you, old friend." Replied Hunter, giving Regal a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Both men start walking towards the air terminal. The hallways are buzzing with the usual ball of confusion that comes with the job. Men and women are conducting business and trading files. New recruits are being lectured in a room nearby. A deep voice can be heard telling the rookies to pay close attention. A man in a sleeveless hoodie and shorts, with tattoos along his arms, walks towards them from the opposite direction.

"Orton! You back from vacation already?" Hunter joked.

"Yeah, and honestly it wasn't long enough." Orton replied with a dissatisfied look.

Hunter let out a small laugh while nudging Regal.

"Oh, but you were only gone for two months." Said Hunter. "Maybe next time we can add an extra month with an all expense paid trip to Vegas, while the rest of us are here saving the world."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'll catch you later, I got paperwork to finish." Orton grunted as he walked off.

Hunter and Regal make their way outside, the sun shining bright as they made their way to the private jet. As they approach, a young woman is seen standing outside the jet, holding a small tablet.

"Hello gentleman, how are you today?" She said beaming.

Her square glasses, purple and black makeup, and sundress with a leather jacket made her stand out from most of the employees at the WWE.

Hunter paused with slight confusion. "Umm, who are you?"

"THIS is your new assistant, Siruya Bevas." Regal announced. "My top student, and someone who is waiting to prove herself."

Hunter does a double take and looks at Regal. "You're not coming with me?"

"You know I'm needed here, and the constant travel doesn't do men my age any favors. I'm sure Ms. Bevas will be a fine substitute. I was great friends with her father." Regal replied.

Hunter could see the tired look in his mentor's eyes. He may not like it, but he always respected Regal's wishes. He hugged his friend and sent him on his way. Then turning his attention to his new assistant.

"Well, any questions Ms. Bevas?" Asked Hunter.

"None at all, I took the time to brief myself on our current task, directed the pilot with a route that can have us meet all three men, and be back in a week. Also, a little fun fact about me, I graduated top of Mr. Regal's "Intelligence Building" class, so I know everything I need too. Nothing less."

"Not bad Ms. Bevas."

"Oh please, all my friends call me Paige." She said as she playfully slapped Hunter on his chest.

He looked down to where she touched him, looked back at her, then walked to the jet, dusting his jacket without saying a word.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Paige muttered to herself as she boarded the jet.

March 5th, 2011

Oakland, California

Buff Body Gym

A black sedan pulls up outside of a popular local gym. Celebrities and athletes alike have come to Buff Body Gym, due to their high-standard equipment, and expert trainers. Rumor has it that Michael Jai White and Donnie Yen once had a sparring match here, but no footage has been released (yet). Hunter and his new assistant Paige, exit their vehicle and enter the gym. The smell of sweat flowed throughout as men and women got in their exercise.

"Oh geez, its stinks in here." Says Paige as she exhales and hold hers nose.

"THAT MY FEMALE FRIEND, IS THE SMELL OF CHAMPIONS. WE WORK HARD AND PLAY HARDER, HAHAHA."

Hunter and Paige simultaneously turn around to see who's yelling at them.

"Holy shit!" Exclaimed Hunter. "Marcus Bagwell, you overstuffed meathead."

"Hey, nobody calls me Marcus, its BUFF!" yelled Bagwell as he removed his shades.

"Whoa, easy there killer." Hunter joked, sarcastically backing off. "We're just here to find someone. Think you can help us?

Bagwell stroked his chin. "Maybe, what's in it for me?" as he looked at Paige.

"Uhhh." Being the only sound to come from her mouth.

Her eyes slide over to Hunter, looking for the assist. Hunter slings his arm over Bagwell's shoulder and walks him away from Paige, muttering something she couldn't hear. She sees the two men shake hands and Bagwell points to a private training room. Hunter looks back at Paige, motioning her to move forward. They both enter the training room, as Seth Rollins looks at them from a chair.

"I know why you're here." Rollins claimed. "And if you want me to join up with your little gang, you better have a great sales pitch."

"How'd you know we were coming?" asked Paige.

"Mr. Regal and I spoke not too long ago, said I'd be perfect for some international program he's apart of. I thought he was crazy at first, but why else would a sixty-year old British man be at a cross fit competition." Rollins said as he went for a drink of water. "You have my attention."

"Well I'll keep this short and sweet." Said Hunter. "We want you, to join the WWE, our private military. You got skills kid. I'd hate to see those go to waste."

Paige walks over to Rollins handing him a piece of paper.

"This is a brief description of what you'll be doing, working for us. As well as some of the perks and privileges of working for us. And so much more." Said Paige with a wink and a nudge.

Hunter sighed as he buried his face in hand.

"Tell you what Seth, I'll give you two weeks to think it over. If you're in, meet us at that address on the bottom of the paper, on that date. Don't miss out on an opportunity like this." Slowly backing off and starting to leave. Let's go Bevas."

"You can call me Paige." She said to Rollins as she backed out. Leaving Rollins to his thoughts.

March 7th, 2011

Tampa Bay, Florida

Home of Roman Reigns

"…and that's why me and my people think you can help make a difference in the WWE."

Roman Reigns sat quiet after hearing Hunter's pitch. He looks outside the window to see his daughter playing with the family dog. His wife in the kitchen, making a few snacks for their guests.

Reigns sat nervously, hands folded, looking at Hunter.

"I don't know man. The money sounds amazing, but I can't take the risk of leaving my family without a father. What if something happens to me out there?"

"I get it." Replied Hunter. "Nothing is promised in this world, and that includes waking up another day. But we can offer you things that no one can. Set you and your family up for life."

Mrs. Reigns walks in placing a tray of sweets on the table.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks baby." Said Reigns rubbing her arm in comfort.

She sat down with her husband to ease the tension in the room.

"So, what's it gonna be Roman?" asked Hunter, clearly losing his patience. Tension rising high between both men.

"Hold on fellas, I got a suggestion." As Paige decided to intervene. "Roman, why don't you come down to our base in a couple weeks and see what we're all about. If you don't like it, we'll never bother you again."

"Hey hold-" Hunter started.

"That's sounds like a good idea." Said Reigns, finally showing some interest. "You okay with that?" asking his better half.

"Sure, as long as you come back in one piece."

"Then it's a deal, meet us at this location, on this date." As Paige handed him a piece of paper. "Mr. Helmsley, we must hurry to catch our flight."

Hunter stood up, shook the hands of the people he was slightly interrogating moments before, and made his way out the door. Paige mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to the Reigns as she made her exit, taking a couple treats on her way. After catching up to the car, Hunter let her know how livid he was.

"Don't you ever step over me like that again, do you understand?" He growled, close to her face.

"I was just trying to-"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" He barked once more.

Stumbling back a little in fear, she whimpered out "Yes, sir."

Getting into their car, both let out sighs of different emotions. Both wishing this trip would end soon.

March 10th, 2011

North Carolina

Unknown location…

A 2008 Honda jeep rolls down a dirt road, in the middle of a forest. The dark of night cloaks the area. Sounds of bugs and wild animals ring through the air. The only light source being the headlights from the jeep, and a full moon shining above. Rolling up and parking near a cabin, the vehicle turns off, and Dean Ambrose steps out, making his way towards his home.

"Fuck, I knew that chick was holding me up. "One more shot she says. I'll blow you brains out she says." Last time I go home with her."

Ambrose continued talking to himself as he entered the cabin. Upon entering, a sudden tingle went down his spine. Someone was there. Moving carefully, he cut on the lights, and to his left, a woman stood shivering in fear. With the speed of a tiger, Ambrose whipped out a pistol from his pants, aiming at the intruder.

"Who the fuck, are you?" Asked Ambrose

"Uhhh, I'm just a rookie in real estate, hoping to make some friends out here and uhh,uhh." Paige stalled with the fear of being shot.

Sneaking from behind, Hunter smacks the gun from his hand, then putting Ambrose in a headlock.

"Easy there, we just wanna talk." Remarked Hunter.

"You break into my house at 1 A.M. to come and talk?" Ambrose replied. "I can dig it."

With the words of approval from Dean, Hunter let his prospect go as Paige handles the gun.

"So, what can I do you fine people for." Asked Dean as he pulled himself together.

"My name is Hunter Helmsley, and I work for a private military. I want to employ you and a couple others to help me and my organization take jobs in the fight for America."

Ambrose gazed at Hunter, and then began to laugh.

"You want me to believe you guys are feds?" he said, looking between his two visitors. He slowly walked over towards Paige, as she held the gun in self-defense. "Do federal agents usually smell like weed and body oil? Fuck out of here."

Hunter looked at Paige with a face of contempt, as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Even if you are feds, why do want me? Continued Ambrose. "I did my time, I don't owe anyone, shit."

"Dean, I want you because I know you have the mind of a madman." Said Hunter. "You have an addiction that NEEDS to be fed, and that addiction, is chaos. Now imagine, you get paid for your addiction. Getting everything, you could ask for. All while making the world a better place."

Ambrose scratched his head in thought, looking down at the floor. Paige handed him his gun back.

"We're not here to trick you or ruin your life." She said while handing him a piece of paper. "We just need people who are willing to make the world safer, and we believe you're one of those people."

Ambrose, looking between her and Hunter, made his decision.

"Look, I aint no hero, but if I can hurt some people and get paid for it, I'm in."

"All right. Meet us in two weeks at this location, and you can meet your teammates." Said Hunter, as he and Ambrose shook hands.

Hunter and Paige make their way out, with Paige stopping and looking at Ambrose. He gave her a nod of approval, while she gave him one last smile, walking out with her head down and slightly blushing.

On the flight back home, Hunter praised his new assistant for her way with words.

"Sometimes you just need a woman's touch." She said confidently.

"Don't get cocky yet, I'll tell Regal you did good, but you got a long way to go Ms. Bevas."

"I'll take that as a thank you, and geez, you can call me Paige."

"NO." Said Hunter as he sipped his drink.

Both let out sighs of relief as they prepared for Operation: Black Cerberus.