Same Old Dog

[Will]

Thirty inches of chrome carrying a 2014 Cadillac Escalade pulled up to a halt. Allen Jones found himself rushing out of the front door of his hotel lobby. The driver of the pimped out ride honked his horn once, getting AJ's attention. It was a chilly morning and the wife beater and gym shorts he was wearing wasn't preventing the goosebumps from covering his body. Opening the passenger side door a sudden blast of warm air hit AJ as he climbed into the elevated ride. He close his door quickly as the driver sped off. Before Styles could even speak he caught a contact from the narcotics that lingered in the atmosphere of the Escalade.

D'Angelo Dinero: Yo, you wanna hit dis shit nigga?

He wasn't black, but he had tons of black friends. It didn't offend him. He just knew he couldn't say it back.

AJ Styles: Hell yeah...

Styles accepted the extra large blunt of hydroponic marijuana and took a deep drag. He inhaled deeply causing him to cough.

D'Angelo Dinero: Yo punk ass can't handle dat loud pack.

Styles indeed could handle the loud as he kinda began baby sitting. Pope had to reach over and take the blunt from him.

D'Angelo Dinero: Man, wat da fuck you call me dis early fo?

AJ Styles: I had to get the fuck outta there. You wouldn't believe the night I've had.

Dinero was new to the EBWF scene but he was a old friend to AJ. The two became good friends back in their TNA days and now with Dinero finally landing a contract with the EBWF this gave AJ the opportunity to reconnect with him.

AJ Styles: So I'm on the plane and I'm sitting beside this sexy ass red head.

D'Angelo Dinero: Phat ass?

AJ Styles: Great ass... Just so happens, she recently singed with the EBWF. I'm like "that's cool" followed by a few drinks and a couple of whispers in her ear. By now the bitch is all over me, telling me how she's heard all these stories about me and has to find out if there true. We get here and we go to my hotel room. We smoke, she strips, bang, bam, I give it to her like she's never had it before.

All possibly in real time.

D'Angelo Dinero: So wat da fuck was so bad? Was she a dead fuck?

AJ Styles: She wasn't stiff. She knew what she was doing. That's not the problem. The thing is, I've hooked up with a lot of chicks. I've hooked up with a lot of divas. Whenever I smash a groupie I can kick her ass out before the sun comes up. Whenever I fuck with a diva she usually has her own room so she leaves around the time I start snoring. This chick, I wake up and she's fucking standing there like Paranormal Activity.

D'Angelo Dinero: Wat da fuck?

AJ Styles: That's what I said! This creepy ass chick was watching me the entire time I was asleep. I had to get away!

D'Angelo Dinero: Yo, wat you do kid?

AJ Styles: I waited for her to get into the shower and I ran for it. To my surprise, you got here quicker than the cops would have.

D'Angelo Dinero: I wasn't doing shit, sitting in a strip club wit a bunch of ratchet hoes. I ain't gon be booked till after dis damn tournament ova so I might as well kick it on Ikeda.

AJ Styles: Well have fun. Ikeda loves paying guys to sit on their ass. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the proper push soon.

D'Angelo Dinero: Fo sho. I ain't preciate putting ova dat busta Sandow in my first match.

AJ Styles: I hear you. Trust me, I've been putting over people for the past few months. This King of the Ring is mine by default. Go ahead and get ready for Styles vs Cena at Summerslam.

D'Angelo Dinero: Yo, ain't you wrastlin Waltman next? You got it easy yo!

AJ Styles: You never know. Wes, Joanie, & Jericho have a hard on for the guy, so they might push him to the moon at any minute.

D'Angelo Dinero: As long as you gettin dat paper you shouldn't be fucked up!

Pope was addicted to money.

AJ Styles: I've got money. Shit, I don't spend it on nothing but weed... and child support.

As a African America male from the hood Pope felt him on that.

AJ Styles: I don't go out there and put my body through hell for money. I do this shit because when it's all said and done EVERYBODY will remember me. I don't give a fuck if they like me, they just have to respect me.

D'Angelo Dinero: You do be having sum dope ass matches boy! Just chill homie, I got a jar of kush, so we finna make sum shit happen!

Styles was about to speak but Pope cut him off by turning the music up so loud that it was literally making AJ lose his hearing. Dinero knew every word of the song as he rapped along with the radio. Styles didn't even bother to interrupt, he had noticed the jar of marijuana mentioned earlier. What a wake and bake this was going to be...
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Knocks were heard outside the locker room of AJ Styles, but no response came. Michael Cole tried once again but was met with silence once more. Just as he decide to leave, the door would open, only the person standing there was not exactly who he had expected. He was now face to face with former EBWF diva Maria. The fiery red head wore a erotic black dress with a black suit jacket over it. Her hair was pulled backwards in cute school girl pig tails and the make up she wore was rather excessive and whorish. But there she stood wearing a pair of eye glasses, glaring at Cole.

Michael Cole: Excuse me. I was hoping to speak with AJ Styles about his upcoming match. But maybe I..have the wrong room?

Maria: No silly! You're in the right place! Mr. Styles isn't here right now.

Michael Cole: And you are?

Maria: I'm his publicious!

Michael Cole: You mean publicist?

Maria: That's what I said!

Michael Cole: Um... AJ has a publicist?

Maria: I'm whatever the situation calls for me to be! And right now the situation calls for me to be his publicious! He left me with a peppered statement for his upcoming match with Syxx that he told me to read.

Did she mean prepared?

Michael Cole: Uh. By all means.

After pushing up her glasses and clearing her throat she removed a sheet of paper from behind her back and began to read aloud.

Maria: Ahem. "Sean Waltman, I hate you and I think you should die a horrible death. Overdosing on drugs would be too good for your sorry ass. Instead I wish your house burns down with you trapped inside alongside Chyna. You are a loser and I hate you. Go die."

She neatly folded the paper and tucked it back into her jacket pocket, giving Cole a cordial nod before promptly shutting the door in his face. The interviewer looked back at his camera man and gave a shrug of confusion.
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The fans watching Warfare were treated to a special video package. AJ Styles appeared on the titantron causing the crowd to erupt in boos. The most hated man in the EBWF spoke loud and clear for everyone to hear.

AJ Styles: Drugs can do some pretty good things. They can take you to unbelievable highs that you can only dream about. They can also take you to suicidal lows. If you don't believe me, go ask Syxx. I guess when Syxx was told that his extracurricular activities could take him places, he didn't realize that they were places he didn't want to go. Myself, I've never had that problem. Syxx let addiction take over his life while I did the exact same things and EXPANDED my mind. I see things on a level that Syxx can't, even if he is supposed to be a hardcore stoner. But hey, Syxx and I aren't altogether different. We're sort of like two sides of the same coin. It's just that my side is a little rougher. But, supposedly, I've heard that both Syxx and I have that "it factor" but we don't exactly fit the proper mold of the traditional wrestler. Syxx because of his weakness to addiction and me because of my reckless redneck nature.

A crooked smile set off another choirs of boos from the crowd.

AJ Styles: Oh but what do I know? Maybe Syxx is clean now? He could be good and sober. He has his kliq by his side to help him out... Yeah fucking right. I don't exactly see it that way. I think Syxx has gotten complacent and he's lost his edge. He doesn't appear to dangerous anymore without that sense of unpredictability. And when I take on Syxx in a the 2nd round of the King of the Ring tournament, it's going to be painfully obvious for the entire world to see. The old Syxx wasn't really special. The new Syxx? No new tricks. He's nothing more than the same old dog, only now he's about to be taken around back and put out of his fucking misery.

The audience rained down on AJ with aggression and he smiled because he knew he had them in the palm of his hand. Nothing more needed to be said and the footage faded to black. The crowd was left to anticipate the upcoming match that would determine the next round of the 2014 King of the Ring.

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OOC: I had fun with this one. Permission was granted. Good luck Benjamin!

[Ashlee]

Are you picking up Maria now? lol I have no join form.

[Mickie James]

I am a noob saying noobish things... But I did see Maria on the roster page yesterday.

[Will]

Yeah, I sent the form in about a week ago. I seen her on the roster page too, so I took that as conformation.

[Ashlee]

Thank you. Ben might have updated, which is why I lost the form. :-)