Born from Bad News

[Will]

Times were hard for young Allen Neal Jones. His family was dirt poor and rarely had enough to make ends meat. As a boy he found most of his time spent on the family farm working excruciating hours in order to finish all his daily chores. His parents were extremely strict, not allowing him the leisures of other children his age. Growing up without siblings didn't help the lonely boy become social either. The only actual friend he had was "Jack" the scarecrow that stood in their field and he was the furthest thing from scary.

One evening young Allen found himself finishing up his chores and sneaking out into the cornfield to play with "Jack". With his Mother busy cooking and cleaning and his father shit-faced drunk he figure he had a while before his parents noticed he wasn't around. The ragged clothes on the child were of the same quality as the clothes "Jack" wore and a bath seemed rather rare around their house. That didn't stop young Allen from having a big smile on his face. He ran circles around "Jack" laughed and played as much as he could. His imagination was so colorful and in his mind he was having the best day of his life despite the disadvantages he and his family faced. The sun began going down and young Allen came to the realization that he had been gone far longer than he should've been. If he didn't get home immediately his abusive father would have more than slurred words for him and his mother wouldn't dare intervene on his behalf. Leaving "Jack" behind young Allen made his way home.

Not far from his only friend in the world he heard someone approaching him in the cornfield. A sense of paranoia fell over young Allen and frightened he quickly contemplated running away from the man that could only be his drunken father. Young Allen decided to deal with his fate and he stood frozen as the sound of footsteps came to a halt right in front of him. Opening his eyes he became more startled when he seen that the man before him wasn't his father. Young Allen quickly began running from the stranger. He bolted through the cornfield with the stranger in hot pursuit. A bright red light grew in the direction he ran, but he didn't dare stop running. As he came closer to the light the smell of smoke invaded his lungs, causing it hard to breathe. Young Allen stopped and fell to the ground crying when he found his friend "Jack" engulfed in a furious fire.

"You're all alone."

The man had finally caught up with him. It was the adult version of AJ Styles standing there as the younger version was being portrayed by his eldest son. Helping the boy off the ground and dusting his rags off he knelt down to have eye contact.

"I afraid I have some bad news. I'm you in thirty years. Take a good look. You grow up to be just like your father, a filthy, drunken, drug abuser. You treat women just like he did your mother without any kind of remorse. Everyone you ever meet will grow to hate you and wish a horrible fate upon you. Your career as a professional wrestler will be long, hard, and painful, but in the end you will still lose everything. Your World Championship, your beautiful girlfriend who loves you so much, and your dignity to a son of a bitch by the name Wes Ikeda."

The child didn't have a clue what the man was talking about and remained resistant as his scarecrow burned just feet away from him.

"Calm down you little shit! There's some good news! You may not have any friends but you will be filthy rich. You have a big house. Nice clothes. Beautiful cars. Slutty women who drop their panties in your path. You're the man. Not to mention you're going to be BETTER than the best wrestlers in the world."

The kid looked a little intrigued at the mention of riches.

"There will be a time where you face a man named Wade Barrett. Now listen, he's big and nasty, but don't you worry, he won't beat you. He'll probably just come and bring you some more bad news. Nothing relevant to the real bad news you were born from. But I'm here to tell you. You're going to beat the tea and crumpets out of his ass and give him a real taste of bad news. You're going to go on and win the World Championship again in 2014 and hopefully somebody will wanna be your friend. That's it for the good news. I have a lil more bad news."

Young Allen look into his eyes and fear emerged yet again.

"You're dad's going to beat the shit out of you for burning down the scarecrow."

Styles smiled at his younger self as a drunken man suddenly stumbled into the scene yelling at the boy. Young Allen looked at his father approaching him. He wanted to tell Styles to run but when he turned around Styles was gone. A sloppy drunk Papa Jones then proceeded to beat young Allen's ass into the night.


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Thousands of miles above inside a private jet there's a very relaxed feeling within the aircraft, some light music playing for all to enjoy. There's only a few people on board, 2 very Georgia female pilot's, a young, beautiful attendant and of course the man himself... AJ Styles. Lying back in his chair asleep wearing a very expensive looking suit, looking 'swave' as per usual. A flight attendant comes from behind the curtain and taps Styles gently on the shoulder, just enough as to wake him from his sleep.

Flight Attendant: Mr. Styles, we shall be arriving in Canada in approximately one hour's time, Can I get you anything to eat or drink?

Styles looks up at the young woman and examines her body. He nods at her and places a hand on her leg.

AJ Styles: I think I'll have you.

The young attendant nod's her head and closes curtain before straddling the Georgia native. The scene comes back in moments later and Styles is once again asleep. The young woman adjusted her skirt and attempted to fix her hair.

Flight Attendant: Will that be all sir?

Silence. No response. Styles started snoring. The young woman walked behind the curtain separating the staff from Styles. Later, he winced as the bright light caught his eyes waking him from him slumber. He took out a pair of sunglasses from his blazer pocket and put them on.
After a moment of looking out of the window, seeing the world from above, Styles turned and noticed the camera.

AJ Styles: Just last night, in Madison Square Garden I squashed somebody and won a match advancing in this little Path to Glory Tournament. Now I seriously don't remember who I beat but it doesn't matter, I'm suppose to be beating the living hell out of a new guy. Wade Barrett. The only reason I remember that is because your the only person I've been thinking about all week. Not in a weird Dolph Ziggler way either. I've been thinking about you in a way that I can't describe. It's sick. I'm talking Centon sick. I wanna feel the warmth of your warm English blood all over my American muscles.

Styles takes a sip of water and clear's his throat before continuing.

AJ Styles: Now we head to Canada... Canada. A country I absolutely HATE! I won't lie to you, the only thing I look forward to in Canada is getting laid. I will be doing so literally before and after my match. Speaking of my match, I'm excited that I get to go toe to toe with a real deal bare knuckle brawler. I took that caveman Brock Lesnar to the lint and Barrett if you were thinking this fight would be one sided, I'm sorry, you're wrong. I have a elbow to hit you with. Knees. Feet. Fist. Hell, I'll head but your ass to death if I have to. Come Warfare Wade Barrett will be in store for some very bad news. After this week you walk away embarrassed and on the first flight back to England. The good news is I won't remember who you were and neither will anybody else.

Styles put his sunglasses on top of his head and sits forward, staring into the camera, smirking as he does so. All of this was rather different from the dark dirty emotionless AJ Styles.

AJ Styles: It has been a long, long time since AJ Styles has held the World Championship. Three months? That will quickly turn into three years. Isn't that right John Cena? Congratulations by the way on finally reaching the mountain top. Enjoy it for now. My hunger for glory and gold is unmatched, I will not be stopped in my quest to become the greatest superstar in EBWF history! So Cena be on the look out. I won't waste a second cashing in for a shot at that title. CM Punk's big return. Yay! Oh, wow! Fuck that. You're gonna take a backseat. Because if nobody has let you know while you were gone, I'm BETTER than the best in the world! I'm AJ Styles... If you're looking for bad news, you're looking at him... Come Monday night Warfare Barrett's Barrage comes crashing into oblivion courtesy of a Styles Clash.

Styles was done talking, turning his attention back to the beautiful scenery below. The scene faded to black after capturing the view of the world as AJ Styles saw it.



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OOC: Good luck, Ben!

[Juan Ramirez]

This was intense and a fun read, Will!

[Kamden]

AJ Styles talking to young Allen Jones was a great idea. I really enjoyed this one. AJ is cray.