''Excuse me, is this the right way to the Performance Centre?'' I asked the first person I saw after stepping out the car.

''Right there'' the lady pointed.

After finally plucking up the courage to call Mick back like he asked, I was actually sooooo relieved to find out that he wasn't going to try and sue me or something, or get me in trouble for Deans little outburst yesterday. Instead, he asked me to meet him at somewhere called a Performance Centre, whatever that was so we could talk. He also told me to bring the same attitude and energy I had yesterday, but...that may be a problem, because I hadn't heard a peep from Dean since our argument last night....

Dean! How could you DO that to me? TO MICK!! I mean, do you even know how legendary that man is?? You just insulted him right in front of everyone at Disneyworld, right in front of his family bro, that's not cool! Especially as it's supposed to be the happiest place on earth!

He was totally dissing and ignoring you man, how can you choose to idolise someone like that?! I on the other hand was trying to protect you, just like I've ALWAYS done!

I didn't need protecting!

Could have fooled me...

Look, I see where you were coming from alright, but I think I could have handled that better

Yeah, well let's see how well you do without me!

Aww come on, don't say that Dean. Look I'm sorry alright...I...know you were only trying protecting me, and I love you for it buddy ok? Dean? DEAN? Deeeaaaaannnn? C'mon man don't do that. Dean?! Seriously? Fine!

...I knew he was ignoring me because of that argument, and now I began to feel scared. It was the longest we hadn't talked, and now walking through the doors of the Performance Centre alone, I felt I needed him more than ever.

As soon as I reached the front desk, the receptionist smile and said ''Mr. Ambrose?''

''Uh, yeah'' I replied, looking round with my hands shoved in the front pocket of my jeans.

''Mr. Foley is waiting for you in Meeting room One, take the lift over there, and it's the first door on your right'' she smiled politely.

Jeez what is this place, some kind of Wrestling gymnasium maybe? I wondered, looking round at all the WWE posters and signs hung everywhere, along with the massive big wrestling ring I could see situated at the back of building. So what on earth am I doing here...? I wondered.

I reached the door marked Meeting Room One like the lady at reception had told me, and knocked before pushing it open.

''Heeeyyyy, there he is! Hunter this is the guy I was telling you about yesterday.'' Mick smiled, ushering me to come in and step forward to meet Triple H...holy shit! Triple freakin' H!!!

Triple H just looked me up and down with the most unimpressed look on his face like: Really, this guy?

He stood up anyway and shook my hand firmly, smiling only a slight smile at me like I had already wasted his time.

''Come on Dean, don't be shy kid...tell Hunter and me a bit about yourself.'' Mick said trying to egg me on to talk.

Dean, any words of advice...? Still ignoring me I see. Ok, here goes...

I put my hands back in my pockets and slowly began talking...''Well, um, I uh...I'm from Cincinnati Ohio, and uh my name is...well, I guess you already know my name was Dean Ambrose, but that's just a cool name I like to tell people, my real names is actually Jonathan Good, and I'm...''

''Mick, can I have a word with you please?'' Hunter interrupted, standing up from his seat and ushering Mick to a quiet corner.

''Uh, sure'' Mick replied, looking at me rather confused.

I blew it! I still didn't even know what ''it'' was, I mean, what did they want me to do? Be a ring announcer or something? I felt so uncomfortable standing there waiting for Triple H to tell Mick what a waste of time that all was.

It's not a waste of time man...

DEAN! Your back!

Yeah well, you suck without me ha ha, so from now on, I'LL do all the talking agreed?

Agreed! Oh and Dean...

Yeah?

I missed you man

I missed you too Johnny boy...

Triple H and Mick slowly walked back, and I already knew what they were gonna say...

''Look Mr. Good'' Triple H began ''I don't know what you were expecting to come out of this meeting today, but Mick here's not a talent scout...'' he said, throwing Mick a look of disapproval ''...and while we appreciate you dropping by, you unfortunately won't be joining the WWE other than anything but a fan. Now, as reward for your time here today, I will happily give you two tickets to one of our Live sho...''

''What a cop out!''

''Ex-cuse me?'' Triple H said frowning down at me, the lines in his forehead frowning down with him.

''You can keep those tickets man, they suck. It's not even to one of the main shows, pft. I could make more just standing in central park with only me, a mic, and this cool ass jacket here'' I smirked.

Triple H sat back down again, grinning from ear to ear ''Go on...'' he smiled.

''Oh you like that huh? Well how 'bout this...Triple H, big boss man, sitting comfortably in his CEO's chair just waiting for old man Vince to kick the bucket so you can what huh? Become face of the company all over again? Yeah, sorry to break it to ya man, but that's not gonna happen, not unless they make a WWE show for old age pensioners of something. And you can forget about those pretty boys you got working for you too, I'm talking suck ups like Cena, Ziggler, and that Orton kid...I eat guys like that for breakfast. What your company needs is a new face, a fresh face...what you need is Dean Ambrose'' I said looking down at Triple H with a blaze of crazy in my eyes waiting for him to kick me outta his office.

Instead he let out the biggest howl of laughter I think I ever heard someone make, and Mick who was now grinning ear to...well half ear, was right there along with him. They continued laughing so much that they had to grab a box of tissues to wipe their eyes with, and when Triple H finally spoke, he almost short of breath.

''I..I...I'm sorry kid, were not laughing at you...''

''So, what then?!'' I asked in a confused tone.

He lowered his voice and looked at me dead on ''That was laughs of happiness, because that was absolutely amazing Dean! That was fresh, original, and very very unique. Mick was right, you have a raw talent that proceeds you, and I'm all about exposing raw talent'' he smiled.

Triple H then looked over at Mick with a sly smile on his face and said ''You thinking what I'm thinking?''

''Oh I'm thinking it'' Mick smiled, still dabbing away at his eyes.

He turned back to me and looked me up and down again ''Turn round, right the way round...'' he said in an authoritative tone.

I turned for him, holding my arms stretched out as I did, and I heard him sigh a deep in thought sigh, watching again as the lines re-appeared on his forehead while scrutinizing me, then he said ''How'd you feel about working for us here at the WWE?''

My eyes widened in shock!

''As what?'' I asked curiously.

''Well, I got a couple of guys on the side-line at the moment, and I think with a little hard work to build your physique, along your amazing on point mic skills, that you would be the absolute perfect piece of the puzzle to complete a trio I'm interested in creating. You see, I wanna put together a faction that will dominate the new era of the WWE like I did with DX back in the attitude era, and I want it to EXPLOSIVE!'' he beamed, clapping his hands together happily ''So, Jonathan, would you be ready to do some extensive work down here at the Performance Centre? We would train you, prepare, re-design yo...''

''Yes! I'll do it!''

Triple H smiled ''Well then, where are you staying? Because we need to contact you and get your details...''

''I'm not staying anywhere'' I said quietly, holding my head down and placing my hands back inside my pockets.

''Sorry?'' Triple H said in surprise.

''I'm homeless man. I sleep rough in my car alright''

''How do you get by? Do you work?''

''No, I uh...I recently lost my home...in a fire...all my credentials gone with it. I had a bit of money saved up, but now I'm running low of fuel if you know what I mean.''

I saw the pity in both their eyes, and it suddenly made me quite emotional...

Don't let them see your tears man...you gotta stay strong Johnny Boy...

Thanks Dean...you're right, I know

''You OK buddy?'' Triple H asked softly.

I just nodded, still looking down at the ground.

''Let me see what I can do to help you out ok'' he then went into a little private room at the back to make a few calls.

''If I'd of know kid I would've given you a place to stay from yesterday, I guess I was just trying to have a quiet day out with family'' Mick said apologetically, while stepping round the table and placing a comforting arm on me.

''It's cool man'' I smiled ''You didn't know, and I'm uh...I'm sorry I spoke to you the way I did, I guess my lifestyle doesn't make me the friendliest person at times'' I admitted.

''Well I'm glad you did'' he grinned ''because I think we've found what we like to call in show business...a star in the making''