Unadulterated
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 10:57 pm
Renee Young: With me at this time is one of the most controversial figures in sports entertainment. He is the 2014 EBWF Heel of the Year. Former two time World Champion. Former Intercontinental Champion. Former Path to Glory Champion. Former Tag Team Champion & 2012 Royal Rumble Winner. The Phenomenal, AJ Styles.
The popular new announcer Renee Young introduced AJ Styles to the audience in her familiar, perky manner. They were seated across from each other in a hotel suite in New Orleans. Styles sat on a very expensive recliner with his feet pepped up. With a cigar in on hand and a glass of Jack Daniels whiskey in the other, he eyed Renee carefully and began to grin mischievously.
AJ Styles: These type of things never go good for interviewers. Have you ever noticed? You always get see em attacked. Cole, Coach, King, Grisham, Ross. Yet the EBWF decides to send a sweet innocent girl to interview me. Me! The big bad wolf around this bitch! Has Lilian Garcia ever told you how she was almost locked in a basement and violated in every possible way?
Renee glanced back at a pair of husky security guards that stood with folded arms at the door. Styles was aware of this fact and it was for her safety due to his erratic behavior.
AJ Styles: Relax, Renee. Thanks for the stellar introduction.
Styles smiled at Renee and she gave a nervously awkward smile in return.
Renee Young: You're welcome?Um, my first question is one that is on the mind of many different people. If you wanted a rematch for the World Title or if you have any type of issue with another competitor, why can't you just settle it in the ring? Why in the world do you always feel the need to cross the line and involve their loved one's or turn everything into a very personal issue.
AJ Styles: You want the truth? Because I'm a dick. My mom was a bitch. I don't know my fucking father. I grew up dirt poor and when I finally did make some money my ex-wife took half of the shit. My three sons barely even know me. I've been fucked over by WCW, WWE, TNA, and the EBWF. I start bar fights for fun. I have meaningless sex with different women and do drugs just to try and fill this void that'll probably never will be filled. I'm lonely and I'm lonely because I'm selfish, greedy, envious, and vengeful than a mother fucker... And I want the world to feel my pain. That's why I do the things I do. Nobody in my life had showed me any remorse, any sympathy, so why the hell should I?
Styles slammed his liquor glass down hard on the end table beside him. He took a puff from his cigar and calmed down a bit before speaking again.
AJ Styles: Why don't I ever get asked anything interesting like Cena and Ikeda? Like, what's my favorite cereal? Or what's my favorite cartoon? Who was my favorite Power Ranger? What's my favorite band? Do I have a dream car? I never get asked anything cool or interesting! Why don't you ask me what I think Velvet Sky is going to wear for Mania? Probably going to be something I can masterbate to.
Renee Young: Well would you like to talk about your main event match at WrestleMania against Wes Ikeda?
AJ Styles: Whatever.
Renee Young: Your issue with Wes Ikeda have been brewing for a while now. Was it when Wes Ikeda formally called you out a few months back on Warfare?
AJ Styles: It goes back way longer than that. This goes back to WrestleMania eleven. Ikeda runs the damn show and he promoted my match with Miz on every tv outlet in the entire world. Only to bump our match to Co-Main event at the last minute. My first World Championship reign was nothing because Ikeda promoted his best buddies ahead of the best fucking wrestler on the roster. He has always treated me as an outcast. He acts like I'm not good enough to pal around or join in on the weekly ice cream socials. But to be honest, I hated him from the very beginning. I finally realized what Kevin Nash was trying to get through my head the entire time. Ikeda is jealous of me. So, I did what hasn't been done since he had a bullet in his chest and had him wheeled off on a stretcher. Then I had his child's mother and grandfather wheeled away on stretchers as well. That hospital was sold out. All the Hart's and Ikeda's under one roof. I should be paid for putting together that little family reunion.
Renee Young: Wait a second. You believe Wes Ikeda is jealous of you?
AJ Styles: Of course he is. I'm the WRESTLER he wishes he was. He held a few titles nobody gives a damn about and had one of the worst World Championship reigns ever and he may be the "boss" or best buddy to the "boss" but ask ANYBODY in the back who they are more afraid of and they will SAY ME. He's tall, he's scrawny, he has no intimidating tattoo's, and he has a cute, adorable, twelve time hottie of the year face.. But the thing is,he can't put fear in people like I can. I know he's battled Chris Jericho, Randy Orton, CM Punk, and his overly muscular woman Natayla, but I'm the monster all the little kiddies checks for underneath of their bed. The oogie boogeyman!
A deep sigh escaped from his chest.
AJ Styles: This could have been so damn easy. It didn't have to escalate to this point.
Renee Young: Why didn't you just go directly to Ikeda? I'm sure it would've have been better. You might've got a rematch for the World title or been added to the match at WrestleMania. You didn't have to attack an elderly man and defenseless woman.
A long pause filled the room.
AJ Styles: It just seemed like a lot of fun.
Styles finally rose up straight in his chair and glared directly at Renee Young's cleavage.
AJ Styles: You wanna have hot unadulterated sex right here right now?
Renee touched herself a slight bit at the suggestion before quickly composing herself.
Renee Young: No. You attacked a defenseless woman!
AJ Styles: She sure ran her mouth and put her hands on me like she wasn't defenseless. She sounded just like her ego maniac husband. This is a free country and we are allowed to say what we want. But there are consequences for those actions. She brought it on herself and if she denies then she's a lying delusion bitch.
Styles looked at his hands which begun to shake.
AJ Styles: I'm having difficulty controlling the rage I have built up inside me. I beat the shit out of an old man. I didn't just throw him down. I watched his legs kick like a helpless child as I choked him with a steel chair. He squealed in agony each time I punched him in his face. I rubbed his blood all over my hands. The old bastard made such a horrible sound that I can't even describe it to you. I know I threaten violence and death on someone every other week but this was the first time I actually almost murdered a living thing that someone loved. And..
In a sick display, he smiled before it quickly faded from his face.
AJ Styles: I liked it. I was satisfied, knowing that the not only would Wes Ikeda feel my pain, but his entire family would suffer! I suddenly had this jolt of arousal at the though of their mournful despair. It would've been extraordinarily painful to take his life. Not for me of course. Yet here he was before me, twisted and bloody, a man with a okay wrestling history, a past full of memories, so much would be lost. But let's be foreal. Nobody gives a damn about Jim Neidhart. See, I always felt that killing someone who had hit his prime, who had a rich wrestling history, a network of friends, and a very lucrative career would be far more satisfying. It would ruin so many more lives than some meaningless, old fuck. Do you hear what I'm telling you? I don't blame that bastard for shooting you in the fucking chest!
Renee was definitely alarmed by this admission and at a loss for words.
AJ Styles: And If I were you, Wes. I'd blame myself. If it wasn't for you, Bella wouldn't be dead and you would be. None of us would have a job, no one would because this place wouldn't exist anymore.
Renee Young: I think your starting to cross the line.
AJ Styles: You shut the hell up when a man is talking! It's never too far when people say bad things about me, so don't get offended when when I say what I want to say. I'm a grown ass man! I do and say whatever the fuck I want to and there's not a damn thing anybody can do about it!
Renee was officially frightened.
AJ Styles: YOU BROUGHT ME INTO THIS COMPANY, WES! At WrestleMania... Take me out! If you can... Wes is the only person in this company that, if he can, WILL take me out and show no remorse about it. If he has the chance he'll do it without a second thought. I hope he thought about what I did to him and his family every single day since. I hope it fuels his fury. I hope it consumes him. He may pretend that it doesn't but I know, he wants me dead. So he better take..me..out! As you can see, I'm losing my mind. I caused all of this destruction for a few pounds of gold attached to a leather strap. The biggest prize in the company. Some people fight their whole careers for it even if they risk their health, but not at the risk of their sanity.
Styles very swiftly rose from his seat and took a hold of Renee's hand and pushed his burning cigar in the palm of her hand. The smell of burning flesh and the sudden shriek of agony caused the security to attempt an intervention. But it was already to late as Styles had his arms around the crying blondes neck. He looked directly into the camera that was filming this.
AJ Styles: Who really is sick? Me? Or the people that employ me? The people that secretly encourage this type of behavior. Or what about the vile, disgusting people that are drooling with anticipation at the thought of me getting hurt? Or the thought of me hurting someone else? Wes, you better not hold back. You better not to be a little bitch. He had better kill me or have me carried out on a stretcher. Because if you don't.. You won't EVER be able to come back from what I put YOU through. And I'll just go after Natty again only this time I will finish the job. Then I'll pay a visit to Blaine, Mckenzie, and the newborn and it'll all be your fault just like Princess Bella's death was all. your. fault. You better KILL me at WrestleMania! And make sure you remember that THIS is the MAIN EVENT of WrestleMania and millions of people are DEMANDING to see you take me out. It just too fucking bad it won't happen!
The security rushed forward but Styles' had already thrown the announcer into the arms of security. Quickly the security escorted her out. Styles remained in the same position with a maniacal look on his face, relighting his cigar and taking a big puff.
_________________
The Dinner with the Divs was only a few hours away and every year it seemed to take a slight edge off the pressure of WrestleMania. This year was no different as he found himself in the back of a limo, rolling up a blunt from a large jar of marijuana. Drugs was his way of taking the edge off things. That a women. Styles' being involved in a serious relationship with Trish Stratus had changed the womanizing ways of the man. Or so that's what we thought. Recently rumors had spread like wildfire of AJ Styles cheating on his girlfriend with EBWF Diva Michelle McCool. But is it possible that it's nothing more than pure innocent friendship? If John Cena can be best friends with a woman and not have sex with her, so could AJ Styles. Right? He wanted to get the rumors out of Trish's head so he decided to surprise his girlfriend with a limo, decked out with all her favorite snacks and champagne. He even went as far to buy a card with dozen roses and a professionally painted portrait of the two together.
AJ Styles: You wanna smoke?
He addressed the beautiful blonde that sat beside him. She graciously declined the potent narcotics that stunk up the entire back seat of the limo and Styles wasn't even smoking it yet!
AJ Styles: It's cool. Say no to drugs. Me, I just gotta have. I got a habit. I'll pay the little $2,500 fine to smoke. That's chump change. I hope you don't mind me smoking around you.
She began whispering into the ear of AJ as she straddled him with her long legs. Her skirt rode up a bit revealing the sexy small panties she wore. Styles couldn't resist gripping her ass with both his hands. She began kissing his ear and grinding his groin slowly and seductively to the rhythm of the music that was playing. She reached down and placed the blunt in her mouth and lit it up. She took a big drag without inhaling before kissing AJ, giving him all the smoke she had. Styles exhaled a deep cloud of smoke before he flipped her over into the missionary position and began pulling her clothes off.
****
The windows were extremely foggy after the two finished up and we joined in mid conversation as the two were putting their clothes on.
AJ Styles: I know we're going to be late! We still haven't even got dressed for the dinner with the divas. Don't worry we have time. And for the record, if you thought that was rough. Wait till I finally get my hands on that asshole Ikeda. You know how fired up I am about this. I get to Main Event WrestleMania, finally... I deserve this shit.
She agreed with him, kissing him more and more, giving him constant encouragement.
AJ Styles: You like the abs don't you. I hope Ikeda doesn't fold in half when I kick him in his bird chest. People giving him props for selling that F5. Shit, I've been F5'd and you don't sell it, you take it. Don't get me wrong, Ikeda's has had his ass kicked by Punk, Orton, Jericho, and every time it's always a match of the year candidate. To be honest, you know, just like everyone else knows, I'm a better wrestler than all three of those guys so our match at WrestleMania should be match of the year by default. The crazy thing about it, the delusional son of a bitch thinks he is a wrestler.
She kissed his muscular triceps and continued to rub over his physical fit body.
AJ Styles: In the past I was called a glorified stuntman. A one trick pony. Damn, did I prove all their asses wrong. I'm the definition of a professional wrestler. Fuck John Cena. Fuck Randy Orton. And Fuck Wes Ikeda. I'm the man!
She nodded in agreement as she continued to kiss his bare chest. He put fire to his blunt from earlier and began a deep drag, speaking without even exhaling yet.
AJ Styles: I've trained with CM Punk and Brian Kendrick. Both those guys Wes had complete hard ons for and what did they do to him? They left him high and dry. Because Ikeda is nothing more than a bloodsucking leech. People say I have used others to get where I am. Duh. So fucking what? Here I am on the top! On top, looking down at all their sorry asses. Wes did the same. Just think about who he use to hang with. Shannon fucking Moore. What a loser. Shankeda. What idiot came up with that atrocity? Anyway, along comes Randy Orton and John Cena. Wes probably sponsors Centon as much as he loves them two. It's like a bad version of twilight. Randy Orton is the cold boring guy giving his sister the dick and John Cena is the big wolf who can't even smell the pussy. All the publicity they get makes me sick!
Styles was a little tense but she quickly calmed him down with a few kisses to the lips.
AJ Styles: I'm just glad the guy booked us a match at mania. Didn't expect the selfish son of a bitch to make it the main event, but hey, fine with me. Even though Miz and I should've been main eventing mania again in a rematch which would've drew millions. He came up with Brock Lesnar... And Dolph Ziggler? Not John Cena. Dolph Ziggler. Yes, my match with Ikeda is going to save the main event from being a complete disaster.
The limo came to a stop and the blonde lifted her head up kissing his lips again before smiling at AJ.
Michelle McCool: I know why they call you phenomenal now. You're gonna steal the show, daddy. Tell that bitch Trish I said tootles...
She giggled sinisterly and blew him a kiss as she stepped out of the limousine. The same limousine AJ would pick his girlfriend Trish up in a few hours. Styles could care less as he continued to smoke his weed and focus on his main event match at WrestleMania.
____________________
An autograph session was going on the SuperDome hours before Wrestlemania began. They had made a large section available for the table Styles was seated behind to be seen perfectly. And a large crowd had assembled. Many wearing Styles new, white "BETTER Than The Best In The World" t-shirt that was sold out and on back order on EBWFShop.com. Dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans with his dark hair covered his eyes, the proud Georgia native signed and signed and signed until his hand could take no more. Besides he needed it in a few hours to punch Wes in the face with. He was continuously asked about Wes Ikeda. Over and over again. It was becoming annoying. He had a lot to say but he couldn't articulate all of it in such brief sentences. So he decided to solve this situation.
AJ Styles: Do you all want to know what I think about Wes Ikeda?
The masses began to cheer and pay attention as all cameras were now focused on Styles
AJ Styles: I'll tell you what I think about Wes Ikeda!
Styles stood up and climbed on top of his autograph table. The early crowd was thrilled that they were about to get an impromptu promo.
AJ Styles: Wes Ikeda does not know the meaning of the phrase 'bowing out gracefully'. The man is not even an actual wrestler and it probably takes him an hour to get out of bed after all the abuse his body has taken. Because I'll tell you right now that Wes isn't wrestling because he loves it. He's wrestling because he has to. He's wrestling because I called him out and he doesn't want to look like a little bitch in front of his children.
A collective "Oooooh.." sounded out from the crowd after the personal insults.
AJ Styles: I've never actually hung out with Wes, but I've been in the same place with him dozens of times. I know that he is only out for himself. Just like me. Yet I'm the one criticized. The spotlight is on me because I've earned it and the spotlight is on Ikeda because he craves it. And this is just going to keep on repeating until he's dead. Wes Ikeda still think he's the hottest thing going. It honestly makes me sick that he's outshines everyone employed with this company. Everywhere he goes he spreads his cancer, his influence and he ruins and corrupts everything! But I'm not going to let that happen. I'm someone who stands up for the art of professional wrestling. I'm not going to allow Ikeda's three ring circus to go down here. It ends tonight!
There were boos coming from the masses, but Styles embraced the hate.
AJ Styles: Yeah, Wes Ikeda. Someone I will have to carry in a match. And do you think he will come to the back, extended his hand and said 'Thank you, Mr. Styles. Thank you for giving a match I couldn't have with anyone else. Thanks for making me look like I still have it'. Of course not! And you're nuts if you think Wes Ikeda is going to do that. Wes is going to take all the credit in the world because that's what he does. But I guarantee you all this, after WrestleMania is over, NOBODY will ever be able to forgive me for what I do.
With that being said, Styles jumped down from the table and made his way inside the SuperDome. His autograph session was officially over. Styles didn't make it far into the arena until he bumped into an old time friend, Don West. Styles and West went way back, dating to the beginning of Styles career and he was happy to see a old friend.
Don West: You know Ikeda is probably beyond pissed, right?
AJ Styles: You know I am beyond giving a shit, right?
Of course he knew this. Even in his days in TNA, Styles always marched to the beat of his own drum. It got him into trouble more often than not but he was in a much better position these days. Wes wished Styles luck before he went to prepare for quite possibly the biggest match of his career. Wes Ikeda was a warrior and so was AJ. The two had intentions on bringing the house down and giving the fans something to remember for the next thirteen years. The world was in store for the definition of a slobber knocker at WrestleMania XIII AJ Styles vs Wes Ikeda.
______________________
OOC: Thanks Ashlee, this was so much fun. Good luck EVERYONE. Also, thank Kamden for allowing me use of her character.