The Devil

[Will]

In Miami, Florida. Hulk Hogan had made so much money in his career that he would never have to wrestle or work again in his life. His home proved this. A very nice home that gave himself and his young wife a reason to enjoy Miami. Hogan had a very extended history with AJ Styles as he was one of the major reasons Styles jumped ship to the EBWF in 2010. If there was an accolade or accomplishment to be had in wrestling, you could be sure that AJ Styles had done it. With his career moving upwards AJ Styles found the time to contact Hogan and arrange a visit between the two to discuss "things".

The door opened and Hogan greeted Styles. AJ's unshaven face cracked a smile upon seeing the familiar sunglasses on the face of the immortal one. Styles for his part, looked like a bum. With a black coat, black short, and black jeans he looked as if he was about to rob a bank.

Hulk Hogan: I don't think I've ever seen you like this, kid. You look like shit, dude.

AJ Styles: But I feel like a million dollars.

Although Hogan was no longer a active competitor, he still followed the product whenever he had the opportunity. He had seen and heard of Styles' erratic and sometimes disturbing behavior. But Hogan was well aware that Allen Jones was actually a kind hearted individual. He wouldn't have invited him into his home if he didn't believe so.

Hulk Hogan: Please, come in.

Hogan motioned his head towards Styles, inviting him inside. A blond suddenly emerged at a doorway. Hogan's wife Jennifer. She smiled upon seeing Styles.

Jennifer Hogan: AJ, you made it! Terry, told me you were coming over. Welcome to our home. I just made some of my famous lemonade. Give me a second and I'll get you guys a glass.

AJ Styles: Hi. Thanks for the hospitality. I won't be here too long. I just have to talk to the old man for a few minutes.

She gave a small wave and took off towards the kitchen. Styles returned his attention back to Hogan.

AJ Styles: I need some advice. There's only so much Paul can help me out with. I've got this match with Syxx. For my Path to Glory Championship. I know you two are friends, that's why I'm here. If I win this thing I'll finally get to where I deserve to be.

Hulk Hogan: Well I'm here to help, brother. But let's talk business over some drinks. I'm sure you worked up a thirst on the way here.

From there it was friendly chatter and reminiscing. Styles got to see some old photo's of Hogan in his rookie stages. Hogan and his wife had convinced Styles to stay for a while and after a nice lunch Jennifer was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes while AJ and Hogan began to speak at a dining room table. Styles was on one end and Hogan sat across from him. Both men had a glass of lemonade in their hand which had been spiked with a bottle of Grey Goose vodka that sat on the table. We pick up mid-conversation..

AJ Styles: ..that's the thing. I need this win over Syxx. I have to win. They can't deny me anymore if I do. They can't stop me from main eventing. I deserve to be in the main event.

Hulk Hogan: I have to admit, I'm still good friends with Syxx. He's a draw. But age isn't doing him any favors. Even though, he has looked good during his recent run. You can't deny what he's been able to do.

AJ Styles: Really? You think he has looked good? If you call losing a hand wrapped World Championship opportunity good. I guess. He might still be a draw with some of the older audience but that's NOT what's best for business. I'm nobody's role model, but I have never restored to cutting promos about my drug use and screaming to the rafters fuck everyone!

Styles flashed a grin and the comment was able to get a laugh from Hogan.

Hulk Hogan: I didn't say all of that. I was leaning more towards his in-ring ability. Not the best technique but he's still over with his limited move set. I was one of those guys who had only five or six moves, but was still over with the audience. Look at Kevin Nash.

AJ Styles: C'mon! Syxx was in One Night in Chyna and Nash was in MAGIC MIKE! You can't compare those two at all!

Hogan laughed and took a big swig from his glass before getting himself a refill.

Hulk Hogan: Let's not get on the subject of sex tapes, brother. I think you're in the winners seat there.

In reference to Hogan's recent sex tape scandal and the 2011 sex tape featuring AJ Styles and Layla.

AJ Styles: Okay, seriously. I wouldn't have come here if I was concerned about this guys in ring ability. What would you do? He's unpredictable. He's reckless. How would you stop someone like him? You've been in the ring with him before. Not to mention Ted DiBiase Jr is the special guess referee. That's adding fuel to the fire because he hates both of us the same. Not to mention that the guy is absolutely obsessed with the Path to Glory Championship, so there's no telling what will be going on in his head during our match. What am I suppose to do?

Hulk felt sympathy for Styles's situation. He never knew what it was like to be talented and continuously overlooked due to not looking like a traditional wrestler. It was the other way around for him. He thought long and hard over the question that had been presented to him.

Hulk Hogan: I know there are politics backstage and sometimes it can be too much to cope with. What I came to find late in my career was my faith in a higher power. I know you are a believe that The Lord can grant you strength to overcome. The strength to persevere when you feel like giving in. Once upon a time I was on the verge of suicide, but it was the grace of god that lead me through. This is the absolute best advise I can give you. Pray on it and I'm positive things will fall in place.

Styles paused before taking a long, hard drink. He himself was not a man of God. Not anymore. A past full of heartache and disappointment was all he knew. His soul had been purged from all the good that had once been inside him and all that was left was a vessel full of rage and impurity. But perhaps he could take some form of meaning in Hogan's advice and use it to his advantage.

AJ Styles: Thank you. Really, Hulk. Thanks for everything.

Hulk Hogan: I'm happy to help you. I want to see you succeed. I've always seen you as one of the best this business has to offer and I'll be rooting you on. Even if you are in the ring with a good friend.

AJ Styles: Thanks..

Without warning, Styles had gripped the now empty Grey Goose bottle and threw it directly into Hogan's face from across the table. The glass shattered upon impact and cuts instantly began to form.

AJ Styles: ..for waking up the devil inside.

Styles rushed around the table and took Hogan to the floor, immediately pummeling him with stiff punches. Hogan struggled but to no avail the assault continued until the struggling turned into shaking. The blood from the glass was quickly starting to spread onto Hogan's face and AJ's fist and clothing. Good thing he wore black. The punches opened the cuts wider and wider until Hulkamania had begun to look like he had just been in a plane crash. And the screaming was loud. Not from Hogan but from his wife who had rushed in from the kitchen. She begged and pleaded for Styles to stop as she cried like a little girl. It didn't stop the mad man. Not until Hogan appeared to be dead. Even then Styles stood up a delivered one final kick to Hogan's defenseless face. Pushing himself off of Hogan, AJ turned towards the wife. His looked completely deranged as a smile was seen before quickly vanishing to a look of pure rage.

AJ Styles: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Styles charged towards the hysterical blonde and grabbed her by the back of her ponytail as she tried to escape. He brung her towards his face and looked into her sad, afraid, tear filled eyes and he smiled. The scene went to black.

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Beyond help and unredeemable was the way AJ Styles felt and nothing could save him. He was so mad at the world. He hated everything these days. From the way the birds chirped in the morning to the way fat peoples snored while the were wide awake. He hated almost everyone these days. Well not everyone.

Paul Heyman: Tonight my client AJ Styles, the greatest wrestler in the galaxy, the current reigning EBWF Path to Glory Champion, will go one on one with Syxx for the coveted Path to Glory Championship in which another client of mine, Ted DiBiase Jr will take on the role as the special guest referee. Now, I know what you all are thinking. This match is set up so that Syxx can lose but I can assure you that is not the case. In fact, this match will be as fair as they come and here in the EBWF they don't come around that often. We have an official in this match that doesn't give a damn if the fight spills out into the crowd or if weapons are involved. I can assure that my clients best interest is to see these two men rip each other limb from limb and only one man walks away with this championship.

Heyman was holding the PTG Championship in his arms, caressing the gold like a two month old child. He looked like a baseball coach, sporting his trademark black cap. The camera panned out to reveal the backstage area of the Wells Fargo Center.

Paul Heyman: Syxx, you are only moments away from stepping into the ring with a man who is far more superior to you in all aspects of this business and it doesn't matter how much grass your ass smokes, you won't be high at all. Tonight, you get shot down by a nuclear warhead when AJ Styles beats you within a inch of your life and sends you back to the retirement home slash rehabilitation center you escaped from.

Correction. AJ hated Paul too. He did hate everyone. No doubt about it now. Keeping Paul around was just good business and gave him the extra push he needed. Styles wondered why creative would have Heyman with both him and DiBiase at he same time because at this state in his life he was very selfish and wanted all the glory for himself. Now he had to share it.

AJ Styles: Syxx, you piece of shit, I am ready for you. I hope you bring the best you have to offer because I don't expect anything less. You talk about the disrespect you receive and now it's your chance to do something about it. Make me stop all my bitching. Put me out of my misery! Were you paying attention to my match with Trent? A instant classic. We put on a wrestling clinic and delivered what is meant to be sports entertainment. Do I respect Trent? Yes. Do I like him. No. I hate his fucking guts. I hate you're fucking guts, Syxx. You are the reason for all of this chaos. You are the reason for Everything!!!

Styles was standing behind Heyman dressed for competition. He looked intimidating as he walked in front of Heyman and got a close up with the filming camera. A twitch in his eye mad the bearded rouge antihero appear as if he was ready to snap at any moment.

AJ Styles: A few months ago I was lost in the shuffle. There was nothing here for me. I was booked agains nobodies while the guy in charge, Chris Jericho brought majority of the alumni back to the main roster. From that point on I was overshadowed. By guys like Christian, Bret Hart, Kevin Nash, Syxx, and Chris Jericho himself. I even found my best friend the Miz belittling me as if I were nothing. What happened? Christian is gone. Bret isgone. Nash is gone. Miz is gone. Why? Because I took them out. I showed them what happens when you corner a wolf. It kills. Jericho learned it first hand as well when he was seeing stars at Summerslam and had to miss weeks afterwards. Syxx, you're the last man standing. But not for long, because I am going to take you out as well. I'm going to outwrestle you all night and when I finally break a sweat I'm going to either pin your motionless body or I'm going to break you leg with a Calf Killer. I'm done being overlooked and after this is over the entire word will know that I am.. Not. A. Joke. This match is not going to be a wrestling classic. It's going to be a slaughter. It's going to be a one sided ass whooping for the ages. I don't need any help from Paul. I damn sure don't need that son of a bitch DiBiase's help. Syxx, there will be no excuses tonight. And DiBiase, if you even think of screwing me over I'm going to hunt you down and rip you fucking head off.

Styles was ready and rilled up for the match. No more words were needed and now it was time for a fight. He charged with leaving Paul following his lead.

[Ashlee]

Um. When you're back, you're back doll.

And no, no one can deny AJ anymore.

[Holly]

Really enjoyed this and really liking what you've been doing with this character Will! And, okay, I had to lmao because I don't think Dan Cena realized there is a 2011 Layla-AJ Sex tape in existence.

[Juan Ramirez]

Hogan be like "wut brotha?".

I loved this.

[Nick]

Here, take my "Like" :)

[Jayme]

lmao I remember the 2011 sex tape scenario haha. Ahh the memories. Good read!