"He will see you now, Mr. Zayn"

Sami's head popped up and his breath left him as the receptionist spoke his name. Sami stood, straightened his suit jacket, and started the walk down the hall. It had been a week since Triple H had requested a meeting with him at the huge WWE corporate office in Stamford, Connecticut. It was a week after he had fought John Cena for the United States Title on WWE Raw, making his official main roster debut. Also, it had been a week since that same match caused a shoulder injury that would require surgery. Sami was disheartened, but this meeting gave him hope. Maybe his hard work was paying off in NXT, enough to be noticed by the higher-ups.

He approached the heavy oak door and paused. What was that deep guttural moan he just heard? Cautiously, he opened the door and stepped in. Sami was taken aback at what he saw.

There was Triple H, leaning back in his huge leather executive chair, pants down around his ankles, force feeding his huge, throbbing hairy cock to someone who was eagerly and loudly gagging and choking on it. Triple H had a handful of hair and was thrusting up into the man's mouth and was grunting and groaning.

"C'mon, boy, you're gonna take every fucking drop, you understand?" Triple H fucked the cocksucker's mouth with more gusto and fervor, building up a fever pitch until his face twisted and contorted into a grimace. With a loud grunt, Triple H came in the man's mouth, causing the man sucking to moan softly with his mouth still stuffed to capacity.

Triple H sunk back into his chair and looked up at Sami with a casual smile. "Hey, there you are, Zayn. Come in, shut the door." Sami complied and walked closer to the large mahogany desk in the huge corner office. Sami's eyes widened when he saw that the man who had been servicing Triple H was still down there, gently licking Hunter's still throbbing member clean, and it was none other than the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Seth Rollins.

Sami couldn't believe it, and obviously couldn't stop staring, as Seth met Sami's gaze with a sneer of contempt, then went back to his job of nursing on his boss' penis.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me. I was just taking care of some business between me and Seth." Triple H said with mirth in his voice. "Do you want some? He's real good at sucking dick. Or I'd let you fuck him, if you wanted. He's got a real nice pussy. You do, don't you boy?" Triple H looked down at Seth, who scooted around and showed Sami his pert, round ass, still covered by a tight pair of gray slacks.

"Ah...no thank you." Sami didn't know what was happening, but thought he'd better refrain, even though it had been weeks since he'd gotten laid, or even masturbated. Every time he tried, he'd just think of Kevin and get depressed.

Triple H stood and pulled up his pants, zipping them up. Seth also stood up. He straightened his black dress shirt and buttoned it back up. He pulled his bi-colored hair back into a ponytail, banded it, and then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his beard off. "Anything else, boss?"

"That's all, Seth. You were a very good boy this afternoon. Have a good weekend off, and we'll see you Monday night in Knoxville for Raw."

Seth nodded and turned away. Immediately, his eyes found Sami's. All Sami saw was contempt and loathing. Passing him, Seth muttered under his breath. "What are you looking at, asshole?"

Sami was sure his face showed the immense bewilderment at what he just saw, but he tried to tone it down. Triple H smiled at Sami, waved him over to a chair in front of the desk, and sat himself back down in his huge executive chair behind it.

"So, Sami, first of all, I wanted to tell you that you and Cena did amazing work this week on Raw. That was a great match, and honestly, it was one of the best matches I've seen for the US Title in recent history."

Sami smiled with a shocked look on his face. "Th-thank you, Sir. It was grueling, but I was elated to simply have the opportunity."

Triple H nodded with a smile on his face. "I also heard that you're going to have to have surgery."

"Y-yeah." Sami looked down. "Guess that's going to delay some things. I was hoping I'd be moved up to the main roster eventually, but I wanted to resolve some things in NXT first."

Triple H nodded. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. But, there's something I think you should see first." The CEO slid an iPad over to Sami, and on it was a gossip blog. Tyler Breeze's face was on the front page, splattered in semen, and it looked like he was in the Performance center weight room. Upon further investigation, in the mirror, was the reflection of Kevin Owens' face.

Sami's insides went cold. Something died inside of him at that moment. He then felt anger, rage. Sami felt himself shaking.

"We have a small scandal breaking here. I felt like you should see that. I know you have...history with Owens."

Sami now knew how Kevin felt. Sami could just imagine Kevin's anger and rage at the sight of he and Alex Riley kissing in the locker room. He was going to kill Tyler Breeze. He was going to give him a Blue Thunder Bomb straight to Hell where he belonged. Then he was going to take Kevin back and stake his claim.

Sami fought to keep his composure. He looked up at Triple H...was Hunter trying to hide a small smile?No matter. "Yes, we have history, which I need to resolve. Thank you. I'm going to contact William Regal and tell him that I need Kevin Owens in the ring again. We're going to finish this once and for all."

"Oh?" Triple H feigned shock. "I was going to talk to you about moving you up to the main roster. We'd start you at the bottom of the brackets, you realize, but look at who's down there. Adam Rose? Zack Ryder? You'd take care of them easy. Soon you'll be challenging for higher prizes than the US Title. I can easily see booking you in an Intercontinental Title match. You can take Wade Barrett, Dolph Ziggler, any of them. Of course, you'll need to get your shoulder fixed first, but then..."

Sami's head was spinning. "I need to resolve things with Kevin Owens first."

"Well, if that's how you feel...of course." Triple H smiled and stared at the young man in front of him, the young man who was quaking and shaking with rage. He looked at Sami, and smiled.

Finn Balor was sitting at his small computer desk in the apartment that he shared with Hideo Itami, looking through the flash drive that his good friend Bayley snuck him.

Hideo came up behind Finn and wrapped his arms around the Irishman. Finn reached up and petted his lover and shook his head. "I can't believe this, Hideo."

Hideo pointed to a word on the screen. "What is that word?" Hideo was still learning English, and Finn was doing his best to help his love.

"That word is 'lucrative' and it means...um...when something could make you a lot of money." Finn followed the words on the screen. "This one is talking about how they think that NXT could have a lot of money making potential. They want to turn it into a touring brand." Finn clicked close that email file and moved to the next one, one with the subject "ROSTER STRATEGIES" that looked very intriguing.

Opening it, his eyes widened. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. I need to tell Sami this."

Finn stood immediately and turned around, meeting Hideo face to face. "Promise me something, Kamikaze."

Hideo giggled whenever Finn called him that. "What is it?"

"Promise me that no matter how many times we have to compete against each other, that we understand that it will not matter when we're out of the ring. Promise me that if you beat me or I beat you, it will always be resolved so that I will always have you loving me at the end of the night."

"Finn, I love you. We fight in ring because that is our nature. In bed, we love because that is our nature also." Hideo smiled devilishly. "I make you Go to Sleep in ring. I make you Go to Sleep in bed too."

Finn chuckled and swept his Japanese lover up into his arms and carried him off to the bedroom. "I'll show you Go to Sleep!" Finn was sure to make love to his precious Hideo into the night, promising himself that he'd never let anyone come between them.