EBWF Total Recall was being held at the MTC Centre in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. AJ Styles had just arrived in his rental car and was found making his way towards the rear entrance, carrying a black backpack. Styles was not much of a people person and today he was in no mood to interact. With anyone. Not with his co-workers and especially not the fans. Dressed entirely in black, with a hood tightly concealing his face, and ear-buds blasting music into his head, it should have been apparent that he didn't want to be bothered. Not that common decency mattered to most people, especially wrestling fans. Anywhere he went they weren't far behind. Constantly tapping him on the shoulder. Taking awkward pictures. Bothering him when eating. Bothering him when working out. Called his real name by the "smart" fans. It never failed. Even as he got closer to the door, he could hear faint sounds of the autograph hounds and ring rats behind the fence shouting to him:

"AJ! AJ! AJ! AJ!"

It didn't matter what alignment his character was. Evil Heel. Noble Face. They didn't care. They loved him. Over the years AJ had become one of the most featured superstar in the EBWF. Yet, he did his best to keep a low profile. No movie roles. No television roles. Even though he had been offered. Celebrity status meant nothing to him. Money had been an issue in the past, but his latest contract guaranteed he would be financially stable for a while. He only wanted one thing out of the EBWF nowadays. Recognition as number one wrestler in the company. Very specific on that word. “WRESTLER”. AJ knew if he wanted to be EBWF World Champion again he was going to have to make those PR meetings. He would have to get himself out there more to attract main stream attention. It was a double edged sword to be sure. Guys like John Cena and Miz were great at those things whereas AJ Styles was simply a great wrestler.

"AJ!"

He could see the bloodsucking Canadians from the corner his eye. Waving their action figures of John Cena and posters of Randy Orton around. People were steady screaming Styles' name. For what? An autograph they could sell on E-Bay? A picture to post on Facebook? And to make matters worse his opponent for the night was EBWF's resident rookie Daniel Rodimer. He didn't know who Rodimer was and he had never wrestled him before, hell he'd never even watched him wrestle until last week where Rodimer gained an upset victory over rising superstar Bad News Barrett. Still, AJ didn't like him. Daniel Rodimer didn't strike him as someone who was in pro wrestling for the love of it. He was in it because he was big, strong, and had a marketable look. And Styles was supposed to drag a good match out of this guy? Like always? It was usual. Styles was often used to make guys look better than they really were. Simply because he could do it. Call it arrogance but he thought of himself as the best wrestler the company had to offer. Whatever he was given, he could make it work. Even getting a serviceable job out of a lug like Daniel Rodimer. It wasn't going to be an easy task. The guy was as green as goose shit. It's not even as if Daniel Rodimer would be around the company this time next year. Was Styles a little bitter about it? Perhaps. He was tired of having to 'make' whomever the creative team felt like pushing that month. Was he going to win the match against Rodimer? Probably. Could he go on to win the entire King of the Ring tournament? Maybe. Jericho, Punk, & Orton all had their turn in the sun and now it was his. It was just the fact it took this long for a real push that it left a chip on his shoulder.

"AJ! OVER HERE! AJ!"

Styles slipped his way inside the building and shut the door behind him. Those fans were probably calling him every dirty name in the book. So what? It wasn't as if he hadn't heard it all before. Total Recall returned from a commercial break and the fans were still buzzing after the intense King of the Ring matches. "Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno played and the crowd broke into boos for a man they once supported.

Jim Ross: Here comes AJ Styles! He's not scheduled to compete tonight, but he will be in action this Monday night in a third round King of the Ring qualifying match. You have to wonder what he's doing out here tonight?

Jerry Lawler: I don't like this guy... After all of his treacherous actions over the last year, how can anybody like him?

Jim Ross: You don't have to like him, but after his recent victories against Bray Wyatt, and Syxx, you have to give credit where credit is due.

Styles was standing on the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand. He was draped in black attire and wore a hood over his head. His messy hair hung over his eyes and his beard was growing wildly. AJ Styles stopped walking and stood within the spotlight on the stage.

AJ Styles: Shut up!!!

The arena exploded with heat as AJ looked extremely pissed off per usual.

AJ Styles: You don't like me, I don't like Canada! Get over it!

The heat continued to pour on the former World Champion. Styles looked intense as he spoke.

AJ Styles: I'm not here tonight to talk about this cesspool Winnipeg.

He paused again while soaking up the heat from the audience.

AJ Styles: I'm here tonight to talk about a man by the name of Daniel Rodimer. In case you haven't heard me say it before, I'll say it again! The EBWF is no place for... a hero...

He tried to speak, but the fans were louder than him. He continued once they simmered down.

AJ Styles: This is going to be unprecedented. My opponent is no hero, in fact, he's the biggest virgin on the entire roster. I am entirely sure that Daniel Rodimer has never kissed a girl... and he never will! He isn't attractive now and he's going to look even worse after I'm through with him.

Styles expression was now one of great arrogance and every word he spoke dripped with it.

AJ Styles: Do you know who the last man was to defeat me in a wrestling match?

The crowd instantly begin to cheer in pleasure as an image of The Miz appears on the 'tron. His smug smile made him look like a movie star with his Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder.

AJ Styles: My old pal: The Miz. A real hero. And Daniel Rodimer is no Miz. Daniel Rodimer is no HERO. And truthfully, Daniel Rodimer is no man... He's just a boy... in a man's world... I plan on seeing my buddy Miz again in the semifinals. So, I'm going to dedicate my win over Rodimer to him. And for whoever I have to face in the finals, I would tread very carefully if I were you. If you happen to have the misfortune of running into me, I’m going to pummel you into submission without so much as breaking a sweat. Take a good look! Take a good look at your NEXT King of the Ring!

The reaction this man received made him feel on top of the world. Styles trolled around the ring while examining individual members of EBWF Universe with a wicked expression.

AJ Styles: But first things first! Let's not forget about you, Daniel Rodimer. I see you've aligned yourself with Damien Sandow. Wow! What an intimidating duo! I mean, you guys ARE the number one contenders for the Tag Team Championships. I have to take you very serious!

Styles was being very sarcastic.

AJ Styles: In case you forgot or are just too stupid to remember. I, AJ Styles, won the number one contender ship to the Tag Team Championships. Dolph Ziggler may have given up his chance, but I haven't. So get in line Brains and Brawns! If anybody is going to end the ridiculously long reign of Rated RKO, it's going to be me! And if I have to do it all alone, well so be it. Won't be the first time I've kicked their asses. Here's a suggestion for you, Rodimer. Take those brains of your buddy's, go to a laboratory, and create yourself some talent. Or, what I assume is your fondest desire, a woman. Either way, all the artificial talent and blow-up dolls in the world can't save you from the big bad wolf. The beating I'm going to give you will forever live in infamy. It will be a painful and constant reminder to all of those who dare step into the ring with me. I'm the MAN around here... And not just any MAN... I'm the MAN who'll be the NEXT... EBWF World Champion! You can bet your ass on that!

With that, Styles departed amongst the sound of his entrance theme and more jeers from the EBWF faithful. In 3 days Styles along with the rest of the world would find out what his future had in store.
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Allen Jones used meaningless sex with women to deal with the fact that he truly felt no woman was capable of loving him. He was scum. A dog. A wolf. A dastardly son of a bitch that'd probably sacrifice her ass for a million dollars. His heart was colder than Chicago. That's if he even had a heart. He was the ultimate womanizer. Or was he? Almost three months ago he met a woman that made him feel... alive. She was unlike any female he had been with before. Her elegance and grace was similar to that of a queen. Since arriving in on the scene in the EBWF she had become the number one woman in the company and he admired her for that. It motivated him to be the number one man in the company, possibly her king. She would settle for nothing less. When the two begun dating AJ was on top of the wrestling world, headlining his second WrestleMania against the owner of the EBWF, Wes Ikeda. After the crushing defeat he was shuffled into the mid-card and added to her iPhones block list. He could still recall the last conversation they had.

AJ Styles: I've been calling you and texting you. I even messaged you on Facebook. Whenever you see me you go the other way. Why are you ignoring me?

Michelle McCool: I've been really busy, ya know?

She was agitated with him and he could tell.

AJ Styles: So, one minute we're having the best sex of our lives and the next you're treating me like a total stranger?

Michelle McCool: The best sex of your life.

What a bitch. Styles was silent. Michelle kissed him with furious passion. Her tongue tasted like pepper mints and her ass was so soft. The moment of bliss lasted a lifetime and then it was suddenly over. Michelle pulled away from him with a smug smile of her own.

Michelle McCool: Did you enjoy that?

AJ Styles: Yeah, I did.

Michelle McCool: Good, because that'll be the last time it ever happens. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a winner. I only wanna be with a winner. You. Are. Not. A. Winner. Get it? Got it? Good! Please don't bother speaking to me again. Tootles.

She blew him a kiss and was gone from his life for good. She hadn't spoken to him after that day. It was making him miserable just thinking about it. The roles had been reversed and he couldn't cope. There was only one solution. Show her that he is a winner. He was going to have to work harder than anyone else to win the 2014 King of the Ring and main event Summer Slam. Those were the only two accolades that eluded him during his time in the EBWF and this year he planned on achieving them. When the time would come and AJ was World Champion for a third time he was going to strut past her tall, blonde, beautiful ass, and make her only wish she hadn't treated him the way she did.
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A broken down, battered, and punished bus rolled into the parking lot of the arena that was set to hold this week's Warfare. You would assume it had been plucked straight from a junkyard only the vehicle was still in working condition. Mostly. A hubcap rolled off as the brakes screeched and scraped the pavement and brought the huge transport to a halt. A large crack was visible in the windshield, the side was missing windows and the walls of the bus were covered in graffiti. Renee Young gave a stare towards the ominous contraption that was a few feet away from him. Slowly she began to approach the bus as a head protruded from one of the empty windows.

AJ Styles: Hi Renee! Come inside. It's so magical.

The hand motioned for the interviewer to come closer before disappearing back inside. Young hesitantly complied with this request and she gripped the rusted handle of the door to pull it open. But when she did this the entire frame of the door became unhinged. Renee nearly fell from the surprise of the added weight but hopped backwards while the door slammed onto the ground with a thud.

AJ Styles: You're gonna have to pay for that.

It was obvious by the dull and lifeless tone of his voice that he couldn't care less about the condition of his 'ride'. Renee crept her way inside where she found AJ Styles sitting in the middle of the torn leather seats while Maria sat on his right. The newest EBWF Diva had her iPhone open, texting away with little regard to what was transpiring around her. Styles reached forward and took a bottle of champagne from an empty bucket. He poured enough into a glass that it began to overflow before handing it over to Renee.

AJ Styles: This calls for a toast.

Renee Young: I really shouldn't.

AJ Styles: Drink it.

Her reluctance was understandable. If the limo was in terrible shape then who knew the condition of anything inside of it. Still, she drank the warm champagne. She smiled politely and nervously raised her glass.

Renee Young: Mmm.

AJ Styles: Appreciate my hospitality.

Styles slumped low in his dimly lit transporter of choice as some strands of his messy black hair hung in front of his face. Renee quickly nodded in understanding.

Renee Young: Thank you?

AJ Styles: Now tell me. Who's bus would you rather party in? Mine or Daniel Rodimer's?

Renee Young: Well, I-

The glass was snatched from her grasp and thrown against the glass that separated the driver from the passengers. Liquid and small shards flew about and Renee threw her arms in front of his face to protect herself. Maria only looked up momentarily before going back to her urgent texts.

Renee Young: Your bus! Your bus! I would rather party here.

AJ Styles: I bet. Would you like to get down to the task at hand?

Renee Young: Right, right. Let's get straight to it. You're going to be facing a powerhouse, Daniel Rodimer this week at Warfare.

AJ Styles: One moment.

Styles looked over to Maria and swiped the phone from her. This caught her attention and she didn't look very pleased by this development. After pushing his messy hair away from his face, AJ began typing in silence.

Renee Young: Excuse me, but is now a good time for you to be sending a text?

AJ Styles: I'm not texting. Blondie. I'm tweeting.

Maria: You're logged in under my name!

AJ Styles: I'm supposed to care?

Renee Young: Wait, I'm confused.

AJ Styles: Don't be. This is how we wrestlers deal with our opponents. We threaten each other over twitter. In one hundred and forty characters. Now shut up! If you keep interrupting me I'll make a mistake and then the grammar Nazis will have to crucify her.

Renee looked to Maria for some kind of help in the interview process but she just huffed and puffed, far more concerned with Styles sending tweets from her account.

AJ Styles: And...done.

Having no further use for the device, He carelessly flung it behind him. The iPhone bounced off the roof of the bus.

Maria: OHMYFUCKINGGOD!

Luckily for her, she was able to snag the phone in mid-air before it met its demise. The fiery redhead fumbled with it before holding it protectively close to her chest as if it were her very own child. She opened it back up to inspect the recently tweeted tweets.

-EBWFMaria: I am going to push Daniel Rodimer's Grandmother down a flight of stairs!

-EBWFMaria: NO ONE IS SAFE. DO YOU HEAR ME, RODIMER?! I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT AND BATH IN YOUR BLOOD. =)

-EBWFMaria: @AJStyles You are so big. I want you in me right now.

Renee Young: Daniel Rodimer-

AJ Styles: Is bigger and stronger, right?

Renee Young: Uh, yes, I do believe the he outweighs you and it's possible he possess superior strength.

AJ Styles: That's fine. This doesn't happen very often so I'll consider this an early Christmas. A rare chance to show off my frightening giant slaying skills. I may have to kill him. With me being the 'underdog' and all.

Renee Young: Daniel Rodimer has been very impressive since his debut in the company. He could possibly be the most athletic big man in the company and has pulled off some impressive victories in the King of the Ring tournament as of late.

AJ Styles: Renee, do you really think that after all of the obstacles that have been thrown in my path that I'm going to let Daniel Rodimer steal a victory from me? Hm? That'd be ridiculousness! You can't truly believe that is remotely possible. I know he has a habit of getting upset victories out of nowhere but he's never faced someone like me. He's never been all alone against a blood craving carnivore.

Renee Young: Rodimer has been under the tutelage of Damien Sandow, a man who is a former Path to Glory Champion and our current Breakout Champion. Sandow knows how to win and you must know that he's going to impart some of that wisdom down to Daniel Rodimer.

AJ Styles: That all sounds like a deadly combo doesn't it? His Brawns mixed with Sandow's Brains.

Maria: Oh, now I get it! Brains and Brawns! Duh!

AJ Styles: That's the problem. Being smart and attractive gives them a false sense of entitlement. Me? I can't relate. I've been patiently waiting for this chance. I've clawed my way from the bottom to where I am now. I've had to go through the Damien Sandow's and the Daniel Rodimer's of the world before I started smacking around the John Cena's and Wes Ikeda's. But Rodimer obviously believes in instant results. Rodimer is the number two contender for the Tag Team Championships. But that's not enough. He wants more! That's why he has Idol Stevens by his side. To give him that extra little boost. And this...

He spread his arms around to show off his rancid surroundings.

AJ Styles: This is the bastardization of everything he is striving for. The wealth that comes from wrestling. The nice tour bus to take him here and there. Drowning in baby oil to pick up stupid sluts. He must actually think that these things will make him King of the Ring. But he's wrong. Dead wrong. Everything he's surrounding himself with is not going to give him what he wants to be. He doesn't have that special key ingredient that separates the two of us. A killer instinct. A complete and total lack of regard for your opponent. Rodimer just wants to be recognized. If he loses this match he is still going to be recognized. He'll still be seen as a rookie in this company. However, If I lose this match... The higher up's will try and kick me back down the ladder. They would probably put me in a thirty man, barbed wire, best of seven series in order for me to earn my spot back. I will NOT let that happen.

Renee Young: Have you considered, with your status in the company that Rodimer may have extra motivation? A win over you could make him an instant favorite to win this tournament and boost his stock through the roof.

AJ Styles: Are you implying that I possibly have a target on my chest? Because I seriously don't think that ANYONE around here wants to hunt the big bad wolf. Kidnapping Ikeda's administrative assistant and beating up his handicapped father-in-law was fun but I'm looking to top myself. So maybe I'll stab Daniel's favorite pet to death, wrap him up in Damien's robe, and have it delivered to his mother as a present. Wouldn't that be something? I don't think Daniel has it in him to do something like that. People always say "That Daniel Rodimer! He's such a good person! He's our hero!" However I do know Sandow does have it in him to do some horrible, awful things. I once watched Damien beat up that midget Hornswoggle. Funny shit. So maybe I'm wrong and Daniel will surprise me. I guess we will just have to find out, won't we?

He leaned forward and tapped on the glass that the driver was hidden behind.

AJ Styles: Hey, what do you think about Daniel Rodimer?

The glass was rather dirty so we weren't able to make out the shadow figure gripping the steering wheel.

???: ...He's not that impressive.

AJ Styles: Really? You think so? Everyone seems to think he's so handsome and talented.

???: ...I've seen better.

AJ Styles: Come to think of it...so have I. Every time I look in a mirror.

While Styles scratched his chin in thought, Renee leaned forward and attempted to get a glimpse of this mystery man. She was cut off, almost literally, by a piece of glass directed at her throat courtesy of the cup that was shattered earlier. Styles gently rubbed the jagged edges against her neck and Renee wisely sunk back in her seat.

AJ Styles: Give me a reason to carve your pretty ass up. Pay no attention to the man behind the glass.

Styles allowed the sharp shard to drop from his hand.

AJ Styles: I don't want to waste that on you anyway. I should reserve all of my energy for Daniel Rodimer instead. You really are a distraction, you know that? With that pretty face of yours. Those lips... those tits... and that tight ass.

Renee quickly attempted to get the subject back onto wrestling and not her own horrific sexual domination.

Renee Young: I have one final question. It's for Maria. May I ask her a question?

AJ Styles: What do you think I am? Her owner? She can speak freely.

Renee Young: Well, Maria, why exactly have you decided to align yourself with AJ Styles? You seemed like a very level headed woman when I first saw you in the WWE.

Maria: Because I tried to be what the WWE wanted and look where that got me. Kick to the curb, working for Ring of Honor. A loser boyfriend that couldn't wrestle his way out of a box. He used me financially and slept with a few of my friends. I fell onto some really hard times. But Allen came along and he got me a job here. Now I can be myself and I don't have to worry about him ever doing something like that to me.

Renee Young: Um, you do realize that he was just making advances towards me a few seconds ago?

Maria: He did what!?

Maria's heavily make upped face contorted and began to look unhinged. Styles covered her ears, running his hands through her hair.

AJ Styles: Shh, shh, shh. You should not listen to those lies.

Styles gave Young a wrathful look. Maria's wavy red hair was given a rather rough tug and she responded by biting down on Styles bottom lip so hard that it begins to bleed. Apparently, this turned both of them on and Styles was soon on top of her. Before anything substantial developed Maria pointed a finger at Renee who was no doubt very uncomfortable at this point.

Maria: Care to join us?

The invitation generated a creepy laugh from the couple. Renee wasted no time leaving the bus, but before she got too far...

AJ Styles: Close the door on your way out.

Renee looked down at the door that had fallen to the ground earlier. She tried to hoist it up to her chest, but it wasn't easy. Attaching it back would be even more difficult. She knew it'd be impossible but also knew that AJ Styles was unpredictable and could react like a lunatic if she didn't give it a go. After trying in vain, the popular announcer gave up. Only because the bottle of champagne had been thrown in her direction from inside of the bus. Extremely frightened she dropped the door and hastily departed once the bottle smashed into the wall behind her. The camera backed away from the ravaged bus, capturing the liquid from the broken bottle as it slowly trickled to the concrete.
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OOC: I'm excited about how this turned out. Permission was given. Some feedback would also be nice. Best of luck Brian!

This was the best RP you've written in a long time. Great stuff my dude!

Thanks bro, I'm proud of myself.

I like how delusional AJ is.