Sex, Drugs, & Championships

[Will]

Wrestling fans are usually restless. Especially the Salt Lake City fans who crowded into the Vivint Smart Home Arena for Warfare and waited to be entertained. Little did they know, their breaths were about to be taken away.

"Oh My! Here We Go!"

The song began to play and the audience exploded with energy. They roared in approval. "Wes Ikeda" chants could be heard. The captivity crowd could barely contain their excitement. Yet, despite the music and the tron' footage, who emerged was not Wes Ikeda. But he did his best to try and look like him. Sunglasses. Ridiculously tight faded jeans. "Rebel Without a Cause" shirt. And even a hair piece with a receding line. AJ Styles was not well received by the fans for this. He even mocked Ikeda's Detroit swagger by mimicking his more noticeable movements. As "Sounds of Madness" came to a close Styles spoke into a microphone putting on his best gritty voice impersonation.

AJ Styles: Everyone get on your feet and give it up... for... Wes... Ikeda!

The crowd was pissed. They booed him furiously as he continued to mock his enemy.

AJ Styles: Who were you expecting? Your #1 hero? The guy who always saves the day? Oh well kiddos, hate to break it to ya, but Ikeda, he ain't coming out! You have to pay a little more cash for that, so in his place you get me! Wes Ikeda lite!

Styles removed his hair piece and performed a bow. Some fans were now laughing in the midst of the boos.

AJ Styles: Now I know what you all are thinking. I'm such a lucky guy! The baddest man walking the planet and the greatest wrestler of this generation, AJ Styles, won't get a chance to kick my ass at Survivor Series. Because he's a headliner. A main event superstar. And I would do anything to avoid facing him again, even if that means letting him compete for the World Championship. But hey! That doesn't mean I won't stick my nose in his business anyway and cost him the championship like I did at Fanniversary! Because that's what I do best. I've been fucking over people for years! Just like AJ Styles has done my divas locker room!

The mockery continued as he copied one of Ikeda's signature poses. The fans were now enjoying the segment as the boos went away momentarily and were replaced with cheers. The sunglasses and hair piece were now discarded over the side of the ramp and Styles sat down in the middle of the stage. A more serious look was on his face and his voice sounded normal now.

AJ Styles: You people cheer this shit? I have to came out here and act like a joke to get everyone behind me. A joke. This is what it takes to please you idiots. It's really funny because THE BIGGEST joke in the EBWF right now besides Wes Ikeda avoiding me, is our World Heavyweight Champion, The Miz!

Ear shattering response for the leader of Vertex. Styles smiled at the heat his former ally was receiving.

AJ Styles: Yep. I still don't think anyone is taking him serious. When you think of The Miz you don't usually think "bad ass". Most people typically think "pussy". I know I do. I mean, let's be honest for a moment... I don't think there's a single living person on the planet who is afraid of The Miz. There's nothing intimidating about him. Wannabe frat boy. Reality TV jackass. Privileged brat who uses others to get his way. It's cliche. It's boring. It's ordinary. He comes out here with his gang of loser friends, wearing cheap ass suits, and they all laugh at his crappy jokes.

Styles shook his head in disgust.

AJ Styles: Does anybody remember Sami Zayn?

The arena exploded into cheers.

AJ Styles: Of course you do. You love him! He is one of your heroes, your inspirations! I'll even go as far and say for a lot of people he is your idol, right?

The crowd gave a positive reaction for the former World Champion and Styles could only nod in understanding.

AJ Styles: I thought so. You want your ugly little children to grow up and be like Sami Zayn. Fine. Let em grow up to be losers like Sami. You don't want them to be like me. No, no. Not a complete screw up like me. Not a dirt bag. A man with absolutely no morals. You don't want that. But that is exactly what it's gonna take to beat The Miz. A man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Which is a reason why I feel so amazingly invincible against all the jokes Miz has up his sleeve. I'm not ashamed of who I am. I wear my flaws on my sleeves. I'm an open book, so I’m sure he is going to talk about the women I've dated, the weed I've smoked, and my professional relationship with others. Hell, he will even have the audacity to say that there is no way I will be the next World Champion. But that’s just not true. It's all false bravado and nothing more. Shit he tells himself just so he can sleep at night. See, last month when Miz faced Sami Zayn he was cocky, he was prepared, and he knew what to expect, because let's be for real Sami Zayn is pretty predictable. But this match at Survivor Series makes him nervous. It makes him sweat bullets. Because even though we’ve been on both sides of that ring together, it’s going to be a hell of a lot different than it once was. He doesn't have the slightest idea what to expect, isn't that right buddy? I'm not that same guy that beat you to become World Champion in 2012, nope. That's not me anymore. Now, I'm just a self entitled asshole, who is obsessed with being World Champion and will go as far to throw my own damn mother overboard if it means getting what I want. Miz can keep assuming I spend most of my time getting baked and listening to Afro man. Underestimate me all you want. Miz, this isn’t the AJ Styles you thought you knew and I'm sorry to inform you that as of now the clock is ticking on your World title reign, buddy. I told you that history has a way of repeating itself and this Sunday at Survivor Series it's gonna be pretty nostalgic when I drop you on your muskrat face and walk out of Houston, Texas the new EBWF World Champion.

That devilish grin that we see so often from this man began to make an appearance.

AJ Styles: Vortex, Vikings, Virgins, whatever the hell you misfits call yourselves, if you are thinking about getting involved well, I've got a few friends who are just dying to bring you all down a notch. When you think about this, It's kinda sad actually... Miz and DiBiase had to replace me, and it took them three guys to do it! Three guys who couldn't carry my jock strap let alone stand in my way this Sunday.

Styles returned to his feet and gave a quick shrug of his shoulders.

AJ Styles: Miz, for all of your posturing and all of your hype. You aren't even that big of a deal. Your accomplishments don't mean a damn thing to me. You're not must-see, you're not dominant, you're not the best of the best or the cream of the crop, and you're damn sure not my FAVORITE WRESTLER’S FAVORITE WRESTLER. You're just a two time World Champion who has held every title there is to hold and got lucky enough to score with Summer Rae. It's just too damn bad she wont claim your ugly ass and you have to settle for fucking Kevin Owens career instead. This Sunday night you will have to sacrifice more than you ever have before and I think spilling your blood all over the Toyota Center will be the perfect place to start.

The microphone was carelessly tossed aside just like the hair piece and shades before it. Styles, without acknowledging the angry crowd, made his way to the back. Defeating The Miz at Survivor Series would make the perfect statement and that is exactly what he intended to do.

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Later that night, tossing and turning in his very expensive hotel bed, he couldn't sleep much. Recurring nightmares plagued him constantly and in attempts to avoid them he developed a serious case of insomnia. Within the dark room a small light popped on. His iPhone was vibrating on a table beside him. It was 2 am. Wondering who was calling at the time he reached over and unhooked his phone from its charger. A picture of his ex-wife came flashing across the screen. She'd aways been one to stay up late, but why was she calling him at this hour. He calmly answered the phone.

AJ Styles: Hey.

Wendy Jones: Allen. Where are you?

AJ Styles: Um, I'm in Utah... Still on the road... Is everything okay?

Wendy Jones: Yes, everything is fine. Well, It's about your son.

AJ Styles: Which one, Wendy? We do have three boys.

Wendy Jones: It's Ajay.

Styles stood from his bed, slipped on some shoes, grabbed his keys and went for a walk. He wanted to smoke a joint and was very curious to find out what his eldest son was up to.

AJ Styles: Are you gonna tell me what this is about?

Wendy Jones: It's about his behavior. Lately he has been acting out at school and at home and I don't think I can control him. He's been getting into fights and the kids he hang around are no good at all. He needs you, Allen. He needs his father. I really don't know what else to do. I don't wanna see our baby end up in a juvenile facility or worse. Please Allen, I need your help.

He was a nice distance from the hotel now and continued listening to his high school sweetheart speak.

Wendy Jones: Allen Neal Jones, do you hear me?

AJ Styles: Yes. I hear you. I just have a lot on my mind. Work stuff. What do you say I take him on the road with me for a few weeks and see if I can straighten him out?

Wendy Jones: Thank you. I cannot tell you how much I would appreciate it. I know you have a lot going on at work. I know about you and Mike facing each other again. The boys were telling me about it. They are very excited.

AJ Styles: That's good. You're gonna have to let them stay up a little later and watch. Hopefully I can get you all tickets to the next big show in Georgia.

Wendy Jones: I guess I can let them stay up a little later to watch you and their Uncle Mike. He's a really good friend, Allen. The kids love him like he was blood. He's been there for you when things were really, really bad.

Styles let out a sarcastic chuckle.

AJ Styles: People grow apart. You know that from experience. Mike is too self involved to know when things are bad. But yeah, he will always be my brother. And sometimes Brother's get on each other's nerves.

Wendy Jones: That's true. I can't wait to see you two wrestle again. I'm sure you guys are gonna have a fantastic match, like always. How about you try winning for a change?

Styles laughed out loud as he walked back into the hotel lobby. He got into the elevator and he went back to his room. His ex wife was still babbling about his match with Mike and when he felt a natural break in the conversation he spoke again.

AJ Styles: Well, I'll see you soon. I'll be on the next flight there to get Ajay. We can even do Thanksgiving as a family if you'd like?

Wendy Jones: It'll probably be awkward. How about you bring Ronda along?

AJ Styles: Now, don't you think that would be awkward?

Wendy Jones: No. I love her. Bring her for Thanksgiving.

He sighed while pacing around his room. A sudden urge to sleep came over him.

AJ Styles: I'll see if she can come.

She continued talking to him for a few more minutes before he finally cut her off.

AJ Styles: Hey, I have to go, okay? I gotta get some sleep. Tell the boys I love them.

After they said their goodbyes, He hung up the phone and sat down on the bed. He pulled off his shoes and climbed into his sheets. His eyelids were rather heavy now and it wasn't long before he fell into a deep, deep sleep...

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"I love you."

She whispered softly, wondering if he heard her. He did, although he didn't respond. He wanted her to think he was still asleep. But she was persistent. The sun was just beginning to come out and like most days, his girlfriend would wake him with warm kisses on his neck. Resisting her any other time was hard and now the way her tongue was exploring his neck only made him shiver as a chill crept down his spine.

AJ Styles: Babe, slow down.

He cautioned. She ignored him, rubbing his muscular abdomen. As her hand went lower and lower she was suddenly prevented from doing what she wanted by his much stronger hands.

AJ Styles: Ronda..

She cut him off by going back at his neck with her lips. He sighed with smile and hugged Ronda close to him. He began indulging in the foreplay. Playful as always. He began stroking her thick blonde hair. The scent of her shampoo was delightful. He wanted more and noticed while he held her tightly in his arms, she was squirming in an attempt to get more of him. She reluctantly relaxed back into his chest. She looked into his eyes and their lips met. He could feel the scar from the stitches in her lip as they kissed. He took a good look at his girlfriend. She still wore a slight bruise on her eye and her cheeks were rosy red from her nonstop smiling. He kissed her and felt himself losing control again.

AJ Styles: Hmmm-

He moaned before pulling back again.

AJ Styles: I wanted to say something...

This time she stopped and listened to him. Her eyes were locked with his and he almost lost all control again.

AJ Styles: I want you to be there for me this Sunday. I don't know what's gonna happen in my match with Mike. I gotta admit. I'm really nervous. I want this. I really really want it babe. You know how hard we work to be the best in our sports and I won't settle for anything less. I'm gonna have the whole world rooting against me this Sunday, but as long as you're there cheering me on, I know I'd feel a lot better.

She felt him calming down and when he was more relaxed, she kissed him again. This time though, she was not about to let him stop. They had barely talked over the past week but spending the Thanksgiving holiday together brought them closer. Ronda was no longer upset about what happened in Australia and the two were perfectly fine moving on with their lives. The kisses were wonderful and he didn't want them to end. Gently, he picked her up placed her back down in the center of the bed, he slipped off the pink lace teddy she wore and threw it to the floor. Slipping of his briefs he smiled reassuringly as he began placing light kisses up and down her body. He watched as she writhed under him in a desperate attempt to fully take what he was doing, but it was no use. He could see her body responding to every little thing he did. Determined, he kissed a trail down her abdomen until he reached the area between her legs. Holding her hands he interlocked their fingers as he began gently kissing and licking her with his tongue. She let out a wild moan as he increased the intensity of his tongue. He felt her squeezing his hands to try to gain some control over her own body but it was to no effect. She was his and they both knew it. Another wild groan made him want her even more as he delivered as best he could. Slowly, he began massaging her softly to loosen her up. Kissing his way from he stomach to her breast. He kissed her in almost every spot he could before looking into her eyes.

AJ Styles: You want this?

He asked, poised to either dive into her or force himself to cool off. He smiled as she nodded eagerly and the two kissed passionately as he gently entered her. He felt her body arch up before collapsing and falling back to the bed in submission. Both lovers soon became one, locked into a passionate rhythm of kisses and caresses. After many various positions, both felt each other tremble in a moment of bliss. With his eyes closed in the moment of his climax he could only think about the women he longingly lusted for, his ex-girlfriend, Trish. Her entire naked body was recalled in his mind and he wanted to enjoy it. A wave of guilt suddenly came over him and his eyes popped open. Lightly covered in sweat he climbed off Ronda and stretched out on his side of the bed. Why was this girl on his mind so much? He just couldn't get her out of his head. They had been over for a while. She didn't want him. She hated him. He knew that. He couldn't help to think, did he still love her? All the good times they had and all the bad. They had something special. But it was over. They were over. He was with Ronda now, and she was everything he needed. He was happy and for once in his life he knew he wasn't gonna be stupid enough to mess this up.

AJ Styles: I love you too...

She smiled appreciatively as they embraced each other. Kissing made them both want more and they didn't hesitate claiming each other passionately for the rest of the morning.

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Fort Worth, Texas. The Civil War Museum. It's usual purpose was to celebrate the most important heroes of the war. Tonight, it's purpose was a bit different. An amazing place full of history and art with people admiring each small detail on almost every artifact. Positioned in front of a large monument was a fashionable individual who slowly turned to face the camera.

Paul Heyman: Since Summerslam we've all had to hear how Vertex is greatest stable in EBWF history... Which couldn't be further from the truth... Because over the past month I've assembled an elite faction of the absolute best wrestlers this company has to offer. Which means that over the past month EVERYONE has forgotten about The Vertex. Now, Mizanin, it's about time you step aside...

Paul Heyman took a sudden step back and from behind the monument emerged four men. Brock Lesnar, CM Punk, Solomon Crowe, and finally AJ Styles. All dressed in their usual casual attire they stood side by side.

Paul Heyman: I know you and I know you very well, Mizanin. We have a history together, you and I. We've been on the same side and we've also waged wars against one another. I've manipulated you, just like you're manipulating those rookies following behind you. I know what you are capable of and I know what type of threshold for pain you have. And every last detail I know about you I've told to him...

Heyman exchanged cryptic grins with AJ Styles.

AJ Styles: That's right, Miz. I know you better than any man in this company. You've had quite a career in the EBWF. You're a man who was a underdog for while and finally made a name for yourself. But with that being said, your still missing something. That defining moment. It's just something that hasn't happened for you, Miz. Now, I'm not sure you've been following my career very closely as of late...

Styles took a look at the three men standing by his side before looking back into the camera.

AJ Styles: I'm what you wished you could be. I know that when you were first getting into wrestling, you envisioned yourself as a chick magnet. But that didn't work out for you too well, did it? You never got the girl you wanted. You had to accept the leftovers and desperate ring rats. When women pass you by they turn their heads and quickly look away. And don't you dare brag about Summer Rae, because she's a 4 at best.

Punk agreed with him, patting his back and laughing.

AJ Styles: But look at me, Miz. I'm a good looking guy. I can get any girl I want. I indulge whenever I want. I do whatever I want. And I'm what it means to be THE MAN!

A momentary grin from Styles became an expression of arrogance.

AJ Styles: This is all very simple, Miz. I don't need the guys beside me to prove I'm better than you are. I don't need to make jokes about your bad breath and stupid haircuts. I'm just gonna beat you into the mat with my fists. And not only will I victimize you, but you are going to have to swallow your pride and admit that you can't hang with me anymore. You don't have the unpredictable edge. You don't know who's going to show up and join us next. Dean Ambrose? Wes Ikeda? Stone Cold? Or maybe.. Just maybe it's one of the guys who carry around your bags? Now.. that would be something, wouldn't it?

Styles took a step forward and got directly into the camera.

AJ Styles: Like our general manager says... Don't trust anybody...

Styles winked directly at Miz through the camera and smirked. The four super athletes and their advocate shared a laugh from a inside joke as the camera got a close up on the Civil War monument that symbolized the upcoming match. Static soon followed...

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Today was the day. AJ Styles knew what to expect. In just a few hours, the curtain would go up for Survivor Series. It was busy backstage in the Toyota Center and the production crew was so confused about everything, possibly hung over from the Thanksgiving holiday. Styles didn't allow any of it to distract him. He had to focus on one thing. Winning. He found a EBWF backdrop and borrowed a camera man, and once the equipment was finally ready, he turned right into wrestling's most hated man.

AJ Styles: I remember like yesterday, Miz and I basically broke into the EBWF together. It didn't take long before we were at each others throats. We took part in a in a all type of tag team matches to crown new champions and neither of us won. So we did what we had to to get ourselves noticed. We forced our way onto the main event scene. We scaped and clawed and fought tooth and nail for months. We were both hungry and salivating to be on top of this company. We both wanted to outwork every person on this roster, every single night. And honestly, as much effort as we put into it, it didn't really end up going the way we thought it would. Guys came along and kicked us both back down the mountain. So we figured we would combine our efforts and become a team once again. This time we actually won the Tag Titles together and we started to get some of our momentum back. But just as it began rolling, Miz decided that he wanted to go his own way.

He rubbed his chin lightly while continuing on his little trip down memory lane.

AJ Styles: Fine with me. Honestly, as vindictive as I am now, I'm kind of surprised that I let him off so easily. But I didn't really. I took him out of action not once but twice. Yet, he still manages to return. We have have crossed paths so many times over the years but nothing really at this level since our WrestleMania match. Never with the World Title on the line. So much has changed since then. I've become a three time World Champion. I have fought and I have beaten the best in this industry and just about every kind of match I can think of. I have main evented three of the past five WrestleManias. So you would think, since then Miz has done something on my level...

Styles shook his head.

AJ Styles: Nope, it hasn't really turned out that way for Miz. He's been back in the main event for two months and maybe I'm just a tad bit jealous, but I think my accolades are just little more impressive. I've improved. I'm not the same man I was three years ago. I'm better. Miz? I'm not so sure.

Styles eyes pierced through the camera like a pair of daggers.

AJ Styles: He says he is the best, but I haven't seen him do a damn thing to prove it. He still seems like the same Miz that played second to me in the Trilogy. He relies on others and will use any cheap tactic he can. But he wants to call himself the best. No, I'm the best. And Miz is facing the best, head to head, one on one. We don't need any distractions. Lets leave the bullshit at home. We just need to settle this thing, once and for all. Tonight, this war finally comes to an end, and I guarantee I will be the last. man. standing...

He stared into the camera with a serious expression before walking out of the frame. The time for talking was over. It was time to become a World Champion.

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He had took this walk a million times before and each time he saw the same thing. No matter what arena, no matter what country... They all looked the same. His fellow co-workers would always say something nice in hopes of filling their own personal agendas if he won. The agents always wished him good luck in hopes of having a great match. The other wrestlers who didn't speak were watching, secretly wishing it was them in the main event. The referees, doctors and support teams were always polite, conveying him to stay safe and don’t take it over the line. Finally there were the fans. Whether they love him or hated him. They always stood in unison knowing something special was about to happen whenever he was out there.

But tonight... something was different. He didn't get any well-wishes and he didn't see any of the staff. He didn't sense the electricity from the fans. This was something he never felt in his life. To his right stood a woman with a curious stare. She seen in him things that others couldn't and underneath her harder than nails attitude was a woman who cared about him immensely. A small, but invisible smile crossed her lips warmer than anything he had ever seen. She is was his inspiration. He wanted to be her champion. AJ Styles and Ronda Rousey stopped at the Gorilla Position and could hear the fans cheering for the upcoming match. In that moment, calmness had come over him. It wasn't the weed, that's for certain. For the first time in his life, he was not alone in changing his destiny. Even as his theme song began to play, he hesitated and took Ronda by the hand. He gave it a slight squeeze and a smile. With a return smile and nod from her, he led them to the curtain. Styles was nervous. Rightfully so. Ronda could tell and leaned in close to him and placing her lips by his ear.
　
“I believe in you. Bring this thing home.”

She kissed him on the cheek softly and lovingly before pulling away quickly and putting back on her serious face. She took a step back as he walked through the curtain leaving her alone in the walkway. Styles knew in his heart that nothing could stand in his way of becoming the next EBWF Champion and tonight was just the beginning of many things to come...

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[Jayme]

"You're just a two time World Champion who has held every title there is to hold and got lucky enough to score with Summer Rae. It's just too damn bad she wont claim your ugly ass and you have to settle for fucking Kevin Owens career instead." - That made me spit my water out laughing haha!

Really loved this! Of course me being a chick I super loved the stuff with Rhonda and him thinking about Trish. Finally AJ had some real feelings towards a woman!!! Monumental moment there lol! Can't wait to see what happens next :)