Giant Slayer

[Will]

AJ Styles stood in front of a camera dressed for competition, his attire entirely black. Paul Heyman stood behind him holding the EBWF Path to Glory Championship as if it were his child. Styles looked menacing as he took a deep breath.

AJ Styles: Last week I put on a match of the year candidate with Trent? and this week well... I deliver the beating of the year. Big Show, you just made your debut here and I don't want you to get to comfortable here. Tonight I'm get to face another nWo alumni and I'm excited. I'm excited because I know that Big Show is seven feet tall, five hundred pounds of pure pathetic. This is going to be fun. Just call me Jack, because tonight I get to slay a giant. Big Show, I'm going to hurt you, not only that. I'm going to make you suffer. I'm going to make you wish that you'd never step foot into the EBWF. You should've hung up the boots a long time ago, but you didn't, so now I have to do it for you by ripping your legs off with my Calf Killer submission. Syxx, I hope you're watching. Pay close attention. Because this will only be a preview of the viciousness, the intensity, and the aggression you're in store for at Fanniversary. If you thought the beatings you've been getting from DiBiase were something, just wait. You ain't felt a damn thing yet.

Styles looked prepared and Heyman looked pleased as the scene faded to black.