December 14th, 2011

Stamford, Connecticut

WWE Headquarters

Black Cerberus sits in Vince McMahon's office, while Vince himself paces back and forth. After getting their asses handed to them yesterday by the APA, the rookie trio were going to end their first year in WWE on the bosses bad side. Vince had been pacing for the past 15 minutes, quietly taking time to shoot evil glares at them.

"I, Vince McMahon, personally asked you fools to do one thing. That was to beat up those bitches from the APA. But yesterday I found out, that you three are the bitches. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

All three sit quiet. Dean nudges Roman, trying to get him to say something.

"I'm waiting." Says Vince.

"Uh well, we underestimated our opponents and they took advantage of our individual weaknesses. It happens to the best of us." Seth responds.

"Oh, you underestimated them. Is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well why didn't you just say so? You were unprepared. It happens to the best of us." Says Vince with a smile on his face.

Black Cerberus shake their heads in agreement, smiling as well. Vince's smile quickly goes to a scowl.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU WERE UNPREPARED!" Vince barks in their face.

"I can't believe we fell for that." Roman mutters to his partners.

"You three are gonna learn that I don't like failure. Unlike you, I'm prepared. Prepared with three punishments fitting for some fuck ups like you."

Stephanie walks in with a box in her hand. She plops the box on Roman's lap. Inside is an apron and some cleaning supplies.

"You my boy are going to clean my daughters house, and whatever else she demands."

Stephanie motions Roman to follow with her finger. Roman lets out a big sigh, picking up the box and walking out with his head down. Following their exit, William Regal and Paige walk in.

"Rollins, you are going to help Regal and Billy Gunn train the new recruits. You will be their punching bag."

Seth looks upset while Dean chuckles.

"I saved the best for you Ambrose."

"Bring it on old man." Ambrose replies looking cocky.

"You will be spending the weekend with Paige, being her personal bitch!"

Dean's attitude flips while Paige's eyes light up.

"Wait, really? Yay. We can go shopping. You can do my nails. Help organize my clothes and makeup. Oh my god, there's so much we can do together!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dean shouts in despair.

"Now maybe you'll understand what it means to piss me off. Get the hell out of my office." Commands Vince.

Dean heads outside where Paige waits in her car. He hops in the passenger seat looking like a man who's mom just died. He looks at Paige who has the biggest grin. Her eyes sparkling through her glasses.

"I'm so excited. First thing we have to go do is pick out my new bed sheets, then we're going to this special floral shop for herbal tea. Oh yeah, you have to hear this new Bayley song as well. It's amazing!"

Dean groans, slamming his head into the dashboard as they pull off.

In the fitness area, a small group of agents are huddled together for practice. Billy Gunn and Seth walk in while Regal instructs the group.

"All right students, today you'll be practicing combat takedowns. Mr. Gunn here will be instructing you."

"Yup, and we have someone special here today. This is Seth Rollins. He specializes in multiple martial arts and is a credible fighter."

Seth smiles and greets everyone. He gets no responses except for a small cough. A lot of young faces Seth hasn't met at all. Regal takes a seat while Gunn brings up the first trainee.

"Seth this is Tyson Kidd. A real nice boy. Can bounce around like a Mexican jumping bean. Okay, lets start with full body takedowns."

Seth gets into a fight stance.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You got the wrong idea. The students are gonna be practicing on you." Says Gunn.

Seth looks confused before Tyson grabs Seth. Sending him to the ground with an over the shoulder flip. Seth hits hard and feels a soreness in his hip.

"That's what I'm talking about. Good job Tyson. Who's next?"

Seth groans while laid out on the floor.

At the Helmsley residence, Roman scrubs a toilet. Although a paycheck was still coming through, he felt a little ashamed to be doing this. A birthday party was going on for a relative of the Helmsley's, making his cleaning a little harder.

"This is ridiculous. Doing chores when I should be out there blowing up a terror cell or something." He mutters to himself.

He finishes up and heads downstairs. A kid runs past him and into the bathroom.

"You better not pee all over the seat!" Roman shouts before going into the living room where Stephanie is drinking wine with the other moms.

"Working hard or hardly working?" Steph sarcastically asks.

Roman stares with a look of disdain. He greets everyone around the table. Trish Stratus was the only one he recognized.

"Hey Roman, good to see you again. How you doing?" Asks Trish.

"I'm fine Ms. Stratus."

"You can call me Trish."

"That's okay Ms. Stratus."

All of the moms giggle. Bad enough he was cleaning someone else's home. Now he had drunk housewives laughing at him.

"He's a swell guy isn't he. Roman, I need you to help Hunter on the grill." Says Stephanie.

Roman heads outside where the party goes on. Kids run around the yard while dads and teens converse. Hunters flips burgers while talking to a friend. A rather large man with short gray hair and a beard.

"So then the idiot gets put in a head scissors and choked out!" Hunter jokes as his friend laughs.

"Real hilarious." Roman says behind them.

"There he is! Want a hot dog big man?" Hunter asks smiling.

"Stephanie said you needed help."

"Oh no, I needed to talk to you. Take a break, we got business to discuss."

Roman takes off his apron and sits down with Hunter and his friend.

"Roman, I would like you to meet Kevin Nash."

Roman and Nash shake hands. Nash cracks a beer and gives Roman a good look.

"How you doing kid?" Asks Nash.

"Living the dream. Killing drug dealers, mopping the floor. You know, big league stuff."

Hunter and Nash let out huge laughs.

"Funny guy. Funny guys don't last long around here, so watch yourself. Anyway I got a job for you. It's a little risky, but it pays very well." Offers Nash.

Roman raises an eyebrow and leans in with intrigue.

"How risky we talking?"

Seth struggles to get to his feet, feeling pain across his entire body. He's been taking flips and takedowns for the past hour.

"Alright, last one." Calls Gunn.

Their resident wardrobe designer Alicia Fox steps up. She wasn't an agent, but decided to take a few self-defense lessons. Seth readies himself for his last throw. Alicia grabs Seth by the arm and attempts an over the shoulder throw. She pulls with all of her strength, but isn't strong enough to fully throw him. Seth feels a pop in his shoulder and falls to the ground.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." Says Alicia with her hand over her mouth.

Everyone rushes over and crowds around Seth.

"Are you alright lad?" Asks Regal.

"I need...I need..." Cries Seth.

"You need what lad?"

"I need a joint." Seth murmurs.

Everyone in the room laughs while Gunn helps up Seth.

"Good job kid. We'll get you to an ice bath."

"Dean how does this top look?" Asks Paige showing off a blouse.

Dean lays slumped back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He and Paige spent the last three hours at the mall, picking out clothes and store browsing. Paige shakes his head to knock him out of his trance.

"Are we done yet?" Dean moans.

"Soon, I got a date later this week and I need to look fabulous."

"What a lucky guy. Does he get the handjob before or after the appetizer?"

Paige flips off Dean before going back to the clothes. Her phone goes off and she checks it for a bad surprise. Her face turns sour and she stomps like a toddler. Pouting and folding her arms.

"What's the problem princess?" Dean sarcastically asks looking in another direction.

"I just got a notification on Bayley's tour. All her tickets are sold out. I was on the waiting list for months!"

"So?" Says Dean picking his nose.

"What do you mean "so". This is Bayley we're talking about! The biggest pop star in the world! She single handedly smashed Billboard records and went platinum on her first album! She's a god damn legend!" Paige explains in tears.

Dean shrugs his shoulders and laughs.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Paige holds out her arms, signaling for a hug. Dean lets out a huge sigh and gets up. Paige waddles over, wraps her arms around him and sobs in his chest. Dean, arms to his side, looks over at a couple of girls smiling and pointing at them.

"Fuck you looking at. Keep it pushing." Dean shouts.

Back at the Helmsley residence, the party has settled down. Most of the moms and children went home. The others relaxing around the house. Roman is in the kitchen finishing washing dishes as Trish Stratus approaches him.

"You're working extra hard today huh?" She asks.

"Yeah, although dishes are a little above my pay grade." He replies chuckling.

"I'd say so. I'm heading home soon, but I might need some help from a guy like you, around my house if you're interested."

Roman looks at her, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. Trish gives him a sexy smile, sticking her hand in his pocket before saying goodbye and walking off. Hunter walks by, giving her a smile and wave.

"Alright big guy, my wife says you're all done. Appreciate it." Says Hunter giving Roman a pat on the shoulder.

"Sure, whatever. I'll see you at work tomorrow." Says Roman heading out.

"Don't forget what we talked about."

Roman turns his head and nods before leaving. He gets into his car, and digs into his pocket for what Trish stuck in there. Her phone number. Roman knew what she wanted, and he wasn't biting. While flattered, nothing was tearing apart his marriage. Besides, something else was on his mind. A big money job that he could possibly lose his life on. It could also set him up nicely for this year. The decision was his.