March 30th, 2011
Stamford, Connecticut
Dean Ambrose leans against his jeep, soaking in the sun with his shades, looking around for anyone else to arrive. 30 minutes have passed and neither his new employers or teammates seem to be in sight. Standing in a car lot, Ambrose checks his phone.
"1:27 pm. I'm giving this shit 5 more minutes and then I'm out of here."
Ambrose looks over to see a taxi pulling up. A man with long hair steps out.
"Keep the change buddy." Says the man as he looks toward Ambrose. "You work with them, or you here for orientation?"
"I'll let you figure that out." Replied Ambrose.
A little taken back by ignorance, the man still extends his hand.
"Name's Roman Reigns."
Ambrose fold his arms. "Yup"
As Reigns clenches his fist, thinking about throwing a punch, another man walks up.
"What's up guys…I'm Seth Rollins. You must be the other new members."
Reigns shakes Rollins hand, introducing himself.
"This guy too cool to talk to us?" Asked Rollins.
"Maybe." Says Reigns. "Hey buddy, how long you been out here?"
"Too damn long. I'm out of here." Said Ambrose getting in his jeep.
As Rollins and Reigns stare, three black trucks pull up, with five men, wearing Kevlar, armed with batons step out. They charge Rollins and Reigns, grabbing them and trying to beat them down. Ambrose, finally seeing some action, gets out and jumps from the roof of his jeep into the pile.
"Now this is what I was waiting for!" Shouted Ambrose as he's grabbed from behind in a full-nelson. Ambrose raises his arms, sliding out from his jacket. On his knees, he delivers a punch to the groin, and a solid uppercut. A few feet away, Reigns picks up and slams an attacker onto the windshield of a nearby car. Another man approaches, giving Reigns a baton shot to the back. Reigns shakes it off like a tickle, giving his attacker a jumping punch to the jaw.
Rollins, running from the final two, slides across the hood of a car, as Ambrose comes in from the side, knocking both men to the ground. As they stand up, Rollins launches himself, parkour style, over another car, kicking one of the men in the face. Rollins and Ambrose give the last man two face punches, before moving out the way as Reigns flies in, tackling the man into a car door. Completely busting the door and blowing out the window.
After the dust settles, all three men come together, looking at each other, admiring the damage they caused. Ambrose creaks a smile, which turns to laughter. Unable to control themselves, the other two break out in laughter as well. They all stop as they hear clapping in the background, as Hunter, Paige and Regal reveal themselves.
"Well done boys!" says Hunter with an over-exaggerated grin.
"Is that the best you got?" asks Rollins. "If this is the kind of "threat" you guys are facing out here, then maybe you're in the wrong business."
Hunter steps on one his employees as he welcomes his new trio.
"That…was just the appetizer. The full course meal waits for you down the road."
"And it's all vegetarian." Paige chimes in.
Regal puts out a faint laugh while Hunter gives her a death stare. She buries her face back in her tablet.
"All right, if you guys want in, feel free to come with us. If not, then get lost." Hunter told the trio as he went back to the vehicles.
Reigns looks at his comrades, shrugging his shoulders before moving forward. Rollins and Ambrose follow suit. With everyone in agreement, they make their way towards WWE headquarters. A dirt road just off the freeway leads to an isolated area in which their new job resides. The convoy stops at a guarded entrance, where a man in the front checks them through. The trio look on, surveying the area around them. The entire base seemed to be no more than a two-mile stretch.
"We're not the biggest military, but that's to our advantage."
"How so?" Asks Reigns.
"For starters, our smaller operation lets us move more secretly." Explains Regal. "On the downside, when we lose field-agents, it takes us a long time to recover. Which is why we're specific in recruiting."
The trucks roll through the air terminal, heading to the company garage. Everyone gets out and makes their way towards the building, where Stephanie and Vince McMahon stand in wait outside. Hunter walks up looking like he just won the lottery, kissing his wife and looking at Vince.
"See, what I tell ya?" Hunter said with passion. "These boys are something special."
Hunter lets his new team know that their brawl was being viewed from the building by Vince and Steph.
"They looked FANTASTIC honey." Stephanie adds. "Don't you think so dad?"
Vince smiles and walks towards the new group.
"How you doing sir, I'm Seth Rollins. Pleasure to be here."
Vince walks past Seth and Dean with zero acknowledgement, and hugs Roman Reigns like he was his long, lost son.
"You were great out there kid." Vince boasted. "I see BIG things in your future if you keep that up." As he hugs Reigns again.
Seth looks dumbfounded and Dean is chuckling. Both seeing Roman is a little uncomfortable.
Vince motions his daughter to follow him, as they were on their way to lunch. With Vince out of sight, Ambrose bursts out in laughter.
"That crazy ass senior runs this joint?" he asks wiping tears from his eyes.
Hunter snarls and storms his way into the building. Regal asks Paige to takeover the tour, as he needs to go calm his friend down.
"Alrighty then, looks like I'll be showing you around!" Paige said with a face full of joy.
"Hooray." Ambrose sarcastically remarks.
"I think that old guy grabbed my ass." Reigns whispers to Seth as they entered the building.
The four spend the rest of the day touring the building and outside area. Meeting all personalities. Billy Gunn was the fitness trainer, who was excited to meet them. A woman named Alicia Fox would be taking care of any wardrobe needs. Whether that be casual or combat. A man only known as "Christian" will be working in the tech department with them. And they wrap up at Regals office, as he's the intelligence leader. They'll have a chance to meet the other operatives another time.
"Well then, I hope you men enjoyed the tour." Says Regal.
"How's Hunter?" asks Paige.
"He'll be fine. He went off to the weight room. That's how he blows off steam." Replied Regal.
"When do we get to pick out weapons!" Asks Ambrose with excitement.
"Wow, they're hiring just any old blue-collar workers now, looks like Hunter's getting desperate." Says someone from behind.
The trio turns around to see about four agents together with the one in the front doing the talking. His three-piece suit showed his dominance, with a holster on his hip, resting a custom pistol.
"Hello Cody." Says Paige. "Back from your mission in Paris already?"
"Yes, me and my boys don't play around. We finished our mission two days early, so we spent the rest of the week, soaking in the scenery. Even made friends with the mayor while I was there."
Bringing his attention to the trio.
Hi, I'm Cody Rhodes. New Commanding Officer in the WWE. I take on the high-class missions. Espionage, heists, interrogation, seduction. You know, big boy stuff."
Rollins, Reigns, and Ambrose don't look impressed.
"Well be that way, but if any of you struggle, feel free to ask for advice. I'm always willing to show rookies the way. Later."
Cody and his team move on as Paige apologizes for his words.
"Cody recently became head agent after we lost our Commanding Officer John Cena. Cody's been wanting that spot for a while. He's great but he's kind of…"
"An ass." Says Reigns.
"A douche." Adds Rollins.
"A dickhead." Ambrose throws in.
"How about all of the above." Laughs Paige.
"Now that you're done acting like kids, its time for you three to go home and get ready." Says Regal. "You've got six months of training to do. This will require you to be here for that entire period. But tell no one outside of here about your jobs. It could get you killed. Reigns, your wife and daughter are fine, just don't go into any major details."
Reigns shakes his head in agreement. Paige hands them some company smart phones for communication. All necessary numbers previously installed on them. The trio give their thanks and heads out the front door, to three vehicles to take them home.
"It was fun, but I guess we're in for the long haul now." Says Ambrose riding away first. "Catch you chumps later."
Rollins and Reigns laugh. Bumping fists and parting ways. After notifying their loved ones, and taking care of personal business, they'll return in one week. For an isolated six-month training period that'll maximize all three of their potentials.