Regicide

[Will]

Wrestling was his life. Being known as the best wrestler in the world meant more than money or fame did to Allen Jones AKA AJ Styles. He wasn't one to indulge in backstage politics. Sure, he may have bitched and complained any chance he got, but he made sure his in-ring work, promos, and crowd reactions did the real speaking for him. No matter how much "backstage heat" he was always reported to have, he had always made himself successful. Three and a half years he had been an active full-time wrestler with the company, unlike some of the other guys who worked part time schedules. So at the current point in time he felt as though he had been patient for far too long and he figured if he didn't speak up now then he would simply go unnoticed. Shane McMahon is the EBWF Director of Global Expansion. In simpler terms: He's the guy to speak with him if you want a bigger push and with his mind made up AJ found himself in the office of Linda McMahon's eldest child, sitting directly across from him with only a desk separated the two. AJ no longer took heed the saying "dress to impress" as he was wearing some of the same street clothes he always wore. Listening to Shane speak was really causing his patience to run thin.

Shane McMahon: Everyone is very happy with what you've been doing as a heel. It’s been some very polarizing stuff. You're someone we know can always deliver for us. We can't say that about everyone on the roster. You're very valuable to the company, Allen.

AJ gave him a small grin. Not a happy grin. More like the kind you would give a person you truly would rather strangle.

AJ Styles: I can always deliver. I'm very valuable. Just not as the World Champion, huh?

Shane McMahon: Well, hey, you never know what's in the works around here.

Shane seemed to avoid the question in a sly way, but AJ was very persistent.

AJ Styles: Like the last two times I was Champion? Those two times that didn't even last long enough to add up to six months? Despite the fact that I was getting monster reactions while I was with Heyman and it was the perfect time to push me to the moon?

Shane could already tell by his tone of voice that this was not going to be a happy meeting.

AJ Styles: Sounds like some bullshit you tell a jobber. "You do the best with what you get. Or we fire your ass. Thumbs up!"

Shane McMahon: Allen, the company just thought that Brock was the guy to go with at the time. He brought a ton of attention to the company right when we needed it most around WrestleMania. It wasn't a slight to you at all. Brock performed very well in the role as World Champion. It was just best for business at the time.

AJ Styles: Fuck Brock. How do you know I couldn't have done the same thing? I was getting huge publicity from TMZ and the major tabloids over my break up with. You don't know. I wasn't given the opportunity. Oh, I was in the main event of WrestleMania? The company's way of making Wes seem like Zeus once again. Good call on that one! I carried Wes to one of the best wrestling matches in his career and the son of a bitch couldn't even thank me. The World Championship was poorly presented on the biggest event of the year. After that Ziggler went home, even though you tried to make him one of the biggest names in the company. You failed. Bravo. Brilliant business decisions.

Shane McMahon: Allen...

AJ Styles: No, no. I'm not done. I've held my tongue for way too long. I understand what the problem is now. I'm too good at my damn job. That's it, isn't it? You know that I can make anyone look good. Anyone! Syxx, Barreta, Ikeda. And that's just in-ring stuff. The stuff I did with Paul, most of which the two of us came up with ourselves, got nothing but rave reviews. I'm not one dimensional.

Shane McMahon: And we put the title on YOU.

AJ Styles: Bullshit.

He rose to his feet and leaned over the desk. Shane quickly stood as well.

AJ Styles: You gave me the title because you thought it would shut me up. Who deserves to win the King of the Ring more than me? Huh? Randy? He’s had his chance. Go ask any wrestling fan if I deserve to be King of the Ring? Hell, they tell you I deserved it and you’ re still going to shove Orton down everyone's throats anyway. Don’t even get me started on Sabin and Gabriel? Maybe Justin could do something with a chance, but he isn't ready yet. Chris is a great performer but he's known to be injury prone and undependable. This is my time.

Shane paused. He seemed to want to choose his next words very carefully.

Shane McMahon: Allen, would you ever go on Jimmy Fallon? Or any kind of show like that?

AJ Styles: Fuck no. I hate doing that stuff.

Shane McMahon: EXACTLY. You hate doing THAT STUFF. You hate doing radio interviews. You hate doing fan access. You won't even consider taking even the smallest acting roles. The face of a global company has to be willing to do these things in order to bring our company more publicity. We have to market you to a bigger, broader audience and you won't even do any of those things in order to make it happen.

AJ Styles: Who cares about that stuff? Why do I need to do that? If I'm a face people will pay to see me win. If I'm a heel people will pay to see me get my ass kicked. It's real simple! I can sell tickets. I don't need to go on Talking Dead or Pawn Stars or any of those other stupid shows. I'm a wrestler! I’m the best damn WRESTLER in this company.

Shane McMahon: So, you want us to change the way the company's ran just for you. It's not exactly something I can do. I'm not a miracle worker. I'm not in charge. You would have to talk to try and talk to Chris or Wes.

AJ Styles: I would rather fall on a knife.

Shane didn't say a word. That reaction seemed to be a common one whenever the head honchos were brought up around AJ.

AJ Styles: About that idea I presented you with. You know it would draw big numbers. Everyone would be talking after King of the Ring. It would be one of the best angles in a while.

Shane McMahon: Personally I love the idea. But it's out of my hands.

Styles was disgusted. He was wasting his time and fighting an uphill battle and too many forces were working against him. What more could he do without any help? Despite his absolute best efforts he couldn't do very much to change the current situation, so he left the office the same way he came in. Pissed.

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AJ Styles was not very happy with how things were going for him. He was on the border of being livid. Not winning this year’s King of the Ring tournament would be the biggest miscarriage of justice taken place in the world of professional wrestling since the Montreal incident. Was it possible Randy could be crowned King for the second straight year? He hoped not. AJ had been cursing the morons in charge of creative all week. If he were in front of them he would spit in their faces... But he wasn't anywhere near them… He was instead standing in a night club. It wasn't even his type of night club. The people were way too pretty and far too adjusted to cultural trends. Dressed in whatever he had got off the floor AJ noticed how everyone else was decked out in their finest threads. The selection of drinks was probably high as hell too. The music was throbbing, heavy bass, with various colored lights constantly flashing around him. He didn't recognized the song currently playing. He needed a drink to loosen him up so he stepped up to a woman dressed in a red tank top with her hair in a ponytail. She stood behind a counter with a myriad of beverages showcased behind her. AJ placed his card down on the sleek table top that separated them.

AJ Styles: A shot of Jack Daniels and a Coors Light.

Bartender: Sir, we only take cash. It’ll be twenty dollars.

AJ smiled pleasantly and exchanged the card for cash. As she turned to prepare the drink, his eyes turned dark and he became unhinged.

AJ Styles: Bitch.

Spoken very clearly across the bar, yet she didn’t hear a thing. The loud music must have made her miss his comment. The bartender returned to face him and handed him his drink. With a nod he drank the shot of liquor before he went out towards the main dance floor with beer in hand. He was only here to meet up with Maria. She approached him through a pack of people grooving, pressing her back up against his chest, grinding her ass against his groin to the rhythm of the music. Despite her recent showing of strange fashion, she looked fairly normal tonight. A tight black dress. The redhead turned and began to toy about with her hair until she suddenly began pulling him away.

Maria: C'mon! This is going to help you get your mind off things.

AJ Styles: No. It won't.

He downed some of his beer and continued on to the VIP section. Apparently there are perks you received after headlining pay per views. He slumped on the wide, leather couch with Maria sitting in his lap.

Maria: I'm sure you can do something about the situation.

AJ Styles: What? Talk to Wes? Talk to Chris? I can't do that. They hate me. Now I have to waste my time making that moron Sabin look credible and just hope they decide to put me over instead.

He wore his scowl of disgust and took another quick drink of his beer.

Maria: Well, Randy doesn't have the best relationship with Chris and Wes.

AJ Styles: Is that what you really think? They don't like Randy? Yeah right! Orton is going to be our fucking boss one day. But right now he is going to take MY SPOT as King this year. His work ethic is so pathetic! He's so robotic. He’s so complacent. He shouldn’t beat me! Neither should Chris Sabin! Or that little shit Gabriel! I'm better than all of them!

Maria nodded in agreement.

Maria: You are better, babe…

AJ Styles: Maybe I won't even be in the finals. Even though I SHOULD BE THE MOTHER FUCKER TO WIN IT!

Some of the other party goers who had been inhabiting the VIP section fled after all of the obscene outbursts.

AJ Styles: But no. I've got to attend fan access this weekend to promote the pay per view. Shane thinks it'll be a good way to show them I "care". We shouldn't even bother going. It’s not like a couple of autographs is going to give me a shot at winning this tournament.

Maria: You could do something horrible to him to grab their attention before Sunday.

AJ Styles: I almost killed Wes' handicapped father in law. Not one of my best ideas. It got major heat from the fans and backstage. I have some ideas I ran past them. I think they're going to care about the idea I had if I were to win the King of the Ring. I REALLY want to piss people off and leave them with something to talk about.

Maria: What was your idea?

His inhuman expression was sinister as he snatched Maria by the hair and jerked her closer to him.

AJ Styles: None of your business. Now do something to make me happy?

Maria: Okay…

Maria lowered the front of her dress so that her bare chest was fully exposed. There were some benefits to keeping a former Playboy Playmate around, even if she wasn't the brightest bunny on the ranch.

Maria: You're the uncrowned king. Everyone will know it soon, babe. So let's celebrate tonight… you can have me any way you want me.

He gave her a long stare. After downing the last of his beer he slammed the empty bottle onto the table. Firmly taking Maria by the wrist he led her from the club...

Lying awake in his hotel room bed, AJ stared at the celling with a dead gaze in his eyes. Kansas City’s night life was displayed by the wide windows. The lower half of his body was concealed by black satin sheets as Maria slept beside him, nude, completely unconscious. Partially from the large amounts of alcohol she had consumed and the various positions she performed while having sex with him. This was supposed to take his mind off of things. It didn't. He found it a little disturbing to make love to someone while envisioning the broken bodies of your enemies at the same time. They seemed frighteningly realistic to the delusional Georgia native. Sliding out of the bed he slipped on a pair of jeans and began to pace back and forth. He needed to vent. He needed someone to talk to and he knew just who that person was. A quick trip to the front desk would give him all of the information he needed.
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A frantic knock at four in the morning. It took a moment or two for the door to slowly open. Once it did the occupant found themselves forced aside with brute strength. This person struggled but they were simply no match for the assailant. A female scream was heard before complete darkness filled the screen. Moments passed until a burlap sack was snatched off the head of the individual who had been rushed. She looked into the eyes of AJ Styles lying beside her and Maria on her opposite side. Maria had more than likely performed the physical aspect of the invasion. The women was disoriented and squinting at the lamp that had been flicked on beside her bed.

Maria: Hi.

Renee Young was understandably shaken up. Even more so when she realized her hands had been tightly tied behind her head to the bed and her legs were spread open and tied to each side.

Renee Young: Oh my god! What do you want? Please, don't-

After some of the things AJ Styles had done lately, it wasn't hard to see why Renee was scared for her life.

AJ Styles: I would like you to interview me.

Renee Young: You're a fucking psycho!

AJ Styles: And you're a horrible fucking journalist!

Renee was dressed in a white t-shirt and yellow pajama pants.

AJ Styles: Interview me or I'll make Maria perform cunninglingus.

Realizing the choices, she shook her head lightly and attempted to perform the task to some degree of acceptance.

Renee Young: Wait! Who are you facing?

AJ Styles: CHRIS SABIN!

He shouted very loud but soon cleared his throat to calm himself.

AJ Styles: My first opponent is Chris Sabin. Now, since you've just come back from la-la land I'll help you out a little. I’m in the final four of the King of the Ring along with Sabin, Orton, and Gabriel. What? Surprised I made it? Well you shouldn’t be. NOW START OVER!

The camera got a close up on Renee. Tears fell from her puffy eyes as she spoke.

Renee Young: Hello. I am Renee Young, and welcome to this unexpected EBWF.net exclusive. I am now joined by the former World Champion, AJ Styles. AJ, thank you for YOUR time.

Renee was clearly scared to death and attempted to remain as professional as possible after her earlier outburst.

Renee Young: You’ve won 3 matches to make it to this point and you are now just two more wins away from becoming the King of the Ring. So, tell me, what would it mean to you if-

AJ was now disturbingly close to Renee's face and finished the sentence for her.

AJ Styles: I become King... What would it mean to be King? Oh Renee, you should be asking what will it mean for all of you? I'm going to rule over the EBWF with a wrath of tyranny this company has ever seen. I am going to cause mayhem and destruction to EVERYTHING on my way to the main event of SummerSlam. John Cena, our pathetic excuse for a fighting champion. I hope you're paying attention. I'm going to do something you could NEVER DO this Sunday. I WILL become King of the Ring and might even beat Randy Orton to do it. That is if Randy makes it to the finals. He’s a very busy man after all. Just in case you’ve been living under a rock, Randy's about to be a DADDY!

Maria: I love my DADDY!

AJ Styles: How could he possibly be focused at a time like this? Randy, you should be at home with your woman catering to her each and every need. Talking to her, worshipping her, making love to her. You shouldn't be here! Go home to your family Randy! I'm not just saying that because I'm going to murder you if I have to. I'm saying that because you DO NOT need to be here risking your health because of your own selfish ego. Renee, how would you feel if you were Nicole? How would you feel if your husband was always gone and you were always alone with John Cena?

She hesitated to respond.

AJ Styles: Don't answer that, Renee. I would much rather indulge myself in your sex life instead.

He gave a pause at this own words. AJ arose from the bed and strolled over to the nearest dresser.

AJ Styles: Mind if I take a look? Thanks.

After taking a moment to scroll through the contents of the dresser AJ shook his head at what he had discovered.

AJ Styles: You have an awful taste in underwear, Renee.

He revealed a large pair of plain white undergarments.

AJ Styles: I'd never thought of you as the granny panty type, Renee. Seriously?

Renee Young: What?! They're comfy!

AJ Styles: What do you think, Maria?

The redhead simply shrugged her shoulders before leaning in close enough to whisper something in Renee's ear.

Maria: I'm not wearing any panties.

Renee's eyes expanded.

AJ Styles: Now follow me, Renee? Why haven't I been given the World title rematch that I so richly deserve? Why did I have to waste my time wrestling against Ted DiBiase and The Miz? Why do I have to go through this tedious tournament just to receive a shot at the Championship all the way in August?

Renee Young: I don’t-

AJ Styles: I will help you again. It's because our honorable, tough, defending champion is a GOD DAMN coward! It's so clear to me. They want to hold me down. They don't want to see me succeed! They put guys like Chris Sabin in front of me and expect me to lose! After all, he did beat both WES AND MIZ when I couldn't! He's content with just showing the EBWF Universe he can win a fair fight. Sabin, I'm not the same guy you knew in the past. This WON’T be a fair fight! I'm going to do anything I have to do to get through you and into the finals. Before you make it near the kingdom, you have to through the dark woods where the big bad wolf lurks.

He joined the ladies back in bed.

AJ Styles: I'm going to take this frustration I have manifesting inside of me out on Chris Sabin. I hope he doesn’t take it personally... Would you take anything I do personal... Renee?

A few of his fingers graced the side of Renee's face as his voice dropped to a softer and almost innocent tone of voice.

AJ Styles: You shouldn’t and neither should anyone else. I despise everyone equally. Almost everyone. There are some guys I would love to throw off a roof. Guys like Randy Orton. Tell me something, is it just me or do you have a schoolgirl crush on Randy Orton, Renee? Are you into bad boys, Renee? You should remind me of how Randy Orton beat me once before.

Apprehensive to answer, Renee felt she was being lured into saying something that could get her hurt.

AJ Styles: Renee. You need to do your job or I'm going to ask Maria to make you.

From his vantage point, Maria licked the side of her face. The sexual deviant seemed quite eager to follow through with those instructions.

Renee Young: Randy Orton beat you at Survivor Series.

AJ Styles: Awww. I knew you could do it. He did defeat me. Only this time is a little different. This time I had to go through four other people to face him and unlike last time, I’ve already had a taste of the World Title. The World Title that YOU LOST! I can still taste it on the tip of my tongue and I want it back so damn bad. I want it more than you, Randy. I believe that's what it will come down to when we face one another. Who wants it more? I've had a ton of pent up anger just building and building since I lost to you. I’m not going to hold back anymore. It’s time I RELEASE THE BEAST at King of the Ring. Wait, I almost left out Justin Gabriel. What do you think of Justin Gabriel, Renee?

AJ doesn't allow Renee a moment to respond.

AJ Styles: That’s so sweet! You wanna know what I think? I think he sucks! Justin Gabriel knows EXACTLY what it’s like to be on my bad side. If my memory serves me correct, wasn’t I the one to take him out of the EBWF during his first run here? I also took the Intercontinental Championship from him. The only thing I regret is not taking that sweet piece off ass Velvet Sky from him. Now, he has nothing that I want. So I’ll just settle for his dignity. Are you into role play, Renee? Okay. I'm going to play the role of me. I want you to play the role of Justin Gabriel. Do you know how to beg, Renee? Beg, Renee. Beg or I will hurt you…

Renee Young: P-Please please don't hurt me!

AJ Styles: I know you can do better than that! SCREAM!

Renee Young: HELP ME! HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!

Grinning wider, he kissed Renee’s wet cheek and gave her a quick wink.

AJ Styles: I'm not going to hurt you, Renee. You aren't who I'm after. You're helpless. You can't fight back. It wouldn't be any fun. Nah, I’m going to hurt Chris Sabin this Sunday and it doesn’t matter if its Randy Orton or Justin Gabriel, I’m going to hurt them too.

AJ sprung to his feet with Maria joining him. The duo casually made an exit.

AJ Styles: Next time we’re going to Christy Hemme’s room. If she was married to Wes, I’m sure she’s into some kinky stuff.

Maria offered no response to AJ's suggestion just and intruded smirk. The room was suddenly covered in darkness after he turned the lamp off. AJ and Maria took their leave from the announcer’s hotel room, closing the door behind them. Still tied to her bed and left alone in the dark, Renee Young’s muffled screams could be heard before the camera brought the scene to a conclusion.
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Fan access was where AJ Styles found himself. He signed autographs. Lots and lots of autographs. No incidents occurred. No one was touched inappropriately. He didn't show up wasted or under the influence. Not a single life was harmed on this day. From what he was able to gather, his push to superstardom wouldn’t happen if he didn’t at least try. This was his way of showing those in charge that he was able to promote the company in a positive light despite all the heinous antics performed on television. So with this out of the way, the higher ups would have to use the other ninety nine reasons as to why he would never be a King of the Ring. Like, he was too explicit. Or he smoked too much pot. He wasn't dedicated enough. Whatever it was, he had heard every excuse possible and prepared to hear more. As soon as he was able, he departed the signing for a nearby alley. Standing against a wall, he took a nice long drag of a smoke before shaking a few ashes loose. Ted DiBiase stood beside his old friend with his back pressed against a brick wall also.

AJ Styles: Do I get to be King now?

Ted DiBiase Jr: No chance in hell.

AJ knew in his heart that going that an autograph signing was not going to suddenly win him over with management. He was well aware of why he was used so often in the main event. Because he was the guy people would pay their money to see win or lose. AJ Styles was perhaps the most polarizing figure in the EBWF at the moment.

Ted DiBiase Jr: You know how long I’ve been waiting for a push? Still no word on what they plan for me to do with me and Phil. I think they would rather have Orton face Cena then you. Seriously, do you really think they’re going to put you over Orton?

AJ took a long moment to contemplate this question. He responded by taking a deeper drag from his joint.

Ted DiBiase Jr: My point exactly.

AJ nudged DiBiase in the arm, deepening his voice in order to sound like Randy.

AJ Styles: "Say Wes, I think it would be a good idea to keep this crown on me for one more year. Gotta have something to brag to my kid about, you know? Let's give that bastard AJ a little shine before we kick his ass back to opening matches. Oh. A barbeque? This weekend? Sure! I’ll tell Nic!"

Ted DiBiase Jr: Randy isn't like that.

Ted recalled his time working with Randy early in his career. His expression seemed a little worried.

Ted DiBiase Jr: He did put me over last year.

AJ Styles: Ted, do you remember when you were World Champion? It's all a blur now. It happened so fast. Now, how long did Randy have the strap?

Ted tried to remember his one and only reign at top, but it was all an afterthought at this point. He shrugged it off and gave in.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Alright, maybe he is an asshole.

AJ Styles: Yeah. Maybe he is.

CM Punk: Here we have the curtain jerkers in their natural habitat.

With that came the voice of returning former World Champion: CM Punk. He had spotted DiBiase's car on his way to the Access event and intended on going over their future title match. Neither Punk nor Ted shared AJ’s lifestyle in the least but they had all come up from the bottom of the EBWF roster together. Punk strolled up with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie.

AJ Styles: Want some?

Punk decline AJ’s peer pressure by rolling his eyes, as if AJ asked him the same question each time they met up.

CM Punk: Where is your pen? Thought you were signing autographs.

AJ Styles: Where is your girlfriend? Colt Cabana?

Glancing down at the remains of the marijuana he had burned through he tried to put two and two together.

CM Punk: I heard you’re dating Maria now? You've got a little leftovers on your shirt.

They all shared a laughed. Neither of them gave a damn about Maria.

Ted DiBiase: Hey, we should be getting back soon.

AJ Styles: Yeah, I still don't understand why we have to do this. They pay to see me perform, I want to leave it at that. I want to wrestle. I don't want to be a media darling, I just want to wrestle.

CM Punk: You are in the exact same position I was in before I got my chance at top. I don't like doing this stuff either, but it gets a little easier after a while. Hey, I got to make Jay Leno look like a jackass so it wasn't all bad. There’s a lot of pressure being King of the Ring and carrying the summer program, but it's worth it.

AJ's blue eyes started to narrow.

AJ Styles: Every single person in this company knows I deserve my opportunity. I want it more than Randy Orton and I deserve it more than Chris Sabin and Justin Gabriel.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Hey, you've headlined WrestleMania. Twice, right? You’ve never dropped the ball before so never say never.

Ted had the exact same aspirations as his old friend. AJ and Ted both sought to be World Champion.

CM Punk: I'm not friends with Randy, but he's an alright guy. You're guaranteed to have a great match no matter what happens.

AJ Styles: I can have a good match with anybody. And he's not an "alright guy". I want to punch him in the face.

CM Punk: I'll be honest with you. It's not going to be easy for you to win this. Wes is still kind of a douche. And since you're about as lovable as an alien, I don't really see you ever getting on friendly terms with him. He’s never got along with Randy either but he put the belt on him for a year. If he thinks it's the right choice, he's not going to let his friendship with anyone play a factor in it.

AJ sat in silence and thought about what Punk had said. He was never one to sugar coat anything. Finally pushing himself off the wall, AJ dusted himself off and stepped in front of the tattooed figure. He placed a hand on his shoulder and began to speak.

AJ Styles: You don’t have to do drugs to have fun. You're just as big of an asshole as me, but everybody loves you. Even the ladies. I hate you, Phil.

AJ walked out of the alley and Punk watched after with a smirk on his face. Their relationship was not a normal one, but then again neither were they. With AJ having departed, Punk was left to catch up with Ted and discuss their future match together.
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The sun was setting over The Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri. The day before the King of the Ring event and possibly the landscape of the EBWF changing entirely. There was a chance of a new king being crowned and there was a chance the throne could be retained for the first time in history. AJ Styles had his arms folded over his chest with his back pressed against one of the arena walls as he stood outside of the venue.

AJ Styles: You know, I don’t really need to be anywhere fancy for this. The only thing important right now are the things I have to say. Two years ago I wasn't even in the King of the Ring Tournament. I was standing right here where I am now as the World Champion. I was running this place and I was watching everyone else scatter around like roaches to come up with a challenger for me. The finals had come down to CM Punk vs Cody Rhodes of all people. And after Cody couldn't get it done, he found himself weaseling his way into a championship match and stole the title from me. Then he threw himself a little bitch fit and ran off. You can currently catch him dressed in a creepy gold body suit and tagging with his creepy ass brother. Good career move, Cody.

He gave the camera a very sarcastic thumbs up. Styles held his arms out in a crucifix, displaying himself to the viewers at home. It was something he did in the ring and something he hoped to be doing at the end of Sunday night.

AJ Styles: I'm outside the arena where I can not only become King of the Ring but I can also get my shot at regaining that Championship. The semi-finals see me facing Chris Sabin, who has to think he has an advantage because he got a clean win over Miz. Now, I know Sabin isn’t the smartest guy around but if he thinks that’s something to boast and brag about he’s terribly mistaken. Because not only have I beaten Miz at WrestleMania, I've also beat the man that one of us could potentially be facing in the finals at WrestleMania twelve...Randy Orton. If I can win two matches, I will be able to cause so much chaos around here until I get back the most prized possession in our business.

He paused momentarily.

AJ Styles: Chris Sabin. My first opponent. A curtain jerking caliber match. I guess I shouldn’t really talk about how many times I’ve defeated Chris Sabin or the fact that he has never beat me during out time in the EBWF. I’ll rather talk about monumental victory over Wes Ikeda! Did you all see it? It was fantastic! It was amazing! It was the biggest piece of shit I’ve seen in years! You got a victory over Wes Ikeda and after the match you’re the one walking around with your head held low. Why? Because you had a little assistance from Brock Lesnar? SO WHAT! Look at where you are now, the final four. You seemed pretty excited after you beat Miz last week. You should’ve been holding your head down then too. You should’ve been thinking about beating you have coming when you find yourself across the ring from me. Hail Sabin. Yeah, I’ll pour gasoline on you and send your ass to hell alright.

The Phenomenal One shrugged his shoulders

AJ Styles: Hey, I'm a sucker for visuals. Everyone knows that. We were only on associated in the past because we were stuck in those dead end companies together. I was never really your friend. I used you. Just like I’m going to use you to make a statement tomorrow night. It's been a years in the making so I’m going to be the one to finish this. Just like I’m going to finish “The Killer”… or should I say finish “The King”? I’m going to KILL A KING!

AJ needed a victory over Orton for his own personal satisfaction and he definitely looked prepared to go to any length possible to achieve just that.

AJ Styles: When Orton came back last year, I thought we were going to see another Age of Orton. I mean, he took Dean Ambrose out. I thought 'The Killer' had returned. But that's not exactly what happened. I don't know what Orton's been doing for these last few months. Screwing around with his loser buddy Edge who couldn't even make it out of the second round and is probably one snack cake away from the unemployment line. Playing house with his pregnant wife. I think he might have even dropped a match to a rookie or two during the time. Not exactly the man I was expecting. But let’s all expect him to counter with: 'What's AJ Styles been doing since Survivor Series?' Well, I’ve been headlining pay per views and wrestling for championships. Still, during that time I won a World Championship and Slammy for Heel of The Year. Right now I’m completely focused on becoming King. And that includes the road locks in my way. Orton you’re one of those roadblocks.

Anxiously, Styles began to crack his knuckles.

AJ Styles: I don't only want to be King. I need to be King! There isn't anyone who is going to stop me from doing just that. Orton may be a challenge and I KNOW it's going to be a load of fun having one more match after that war we had before. Nothing short of decapitating my head from my body is going to stop me. All the RKO's and all the punts aren’t going to stop me. If Orton shows up anything less than the 'Killer' who was the most dominate champion this company has ever seen. I'm going to end his LEGACY once and for all. And if he thinks Dean Ambrose and The Shield were the worst thing that's happened to this place… well he better make room at the top of that list for what’s about to happen.

He changed his tone of voice when speaking of his next target.

AJ Styles: I can't focus all of my attention on Randy. Because I still have to deal with two more opponents. One of them potentially being Justin Gabriel. Justin Gabriel is probably the biggest underdog out of the four, but I don't see it that way. Justin Gabriel is a mortal enemy of mine. I rag on him for being a boring, virgin, loser. And, yeah, he is a boring. Ask Velvet Sky. But if I’m correct, he’s been undefeated since his return. He is on top of his game! I'm sure as hell not going to underestimate him. I’ve done that before. The thing is… Justin is lacking something. Not his in-ring skills. I'm talking about experience. Orton and I have been World Champion. Chris Sabin has been in the major player before. Justin has only competed at this level once in his life. I know he's a nervous wreck because of that. Anybody recall him choking back in 2011 against Chris Jericho in the finals? I do! Let me tell you a little secret, Justin. I don't get nervous. I don't choke. I've been to the top. And if you have to face me in the finals I will NOT be your stepping stone to glory. This will not be your chance to show your mom how far you’ve come. I have beaten you before Justin and before I wasn’t the rabid animal you’re going to be standing across in the ring. That perv Heath Slater isn’t around anymore to hold you down. So with all that said, you don’t have to choke this time, because I’m going to choke you myself.

He leaned a little closer to the camera.


AJ Styles: If you can make it past Orton then congrats. You can tell the world how you and AJ Styles reunited their feud and tore the house down. But you didn’t win the match. You won’t win because I'm better than you. But, hey, you got could always run back to Velvet who I'm sure will be ready to kiss your wounds. Maybe she'll let you carry around her little Diva tag title and you can play pretend. You can pretend you’re actually good enough to be Champion.

Styles was becoming more intense with each word.

AJ Styles: Which brings me to back to Chris Sabin. Welcome back to the EBWF. Remember when you were something special back in the day? That ball you dropped so long ago is probably feeling pretty heavy right now, isn't it? You drop this match and you're going to get a one way ticket back to curtain jerking. You little bastard. I'm not only going to shatter your pride. I’m going to shatter any dream you had of being in MY SPOT.


His intensity was now terrifying as the promo continued.


AJ Styles: The big bad wolf is as hungry as he was the first day he stepped foot into this company. That means trouble for the entire EBWF. No one is safe. No one is safe from King AJ.

Pulling his hood back over his head his final words were clear. AJ Styles had every intention on winning the King of the Ring and taking the summer by storm. He was focused on wrestling. His job. His life. If he couldn’t pull out a win on Sunday, where would be left for him? Only time would tell.
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OOC: Permission was giving for characters used. Good luck Cory and Tony.