You're Fucking Right
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 11:28 pm
Set in a state of the art gym with all of the fineness equipment to tone and shape one's body to peak physical condition was AJ Styles. These were the perks you got when you were a five time World Champion. He stepped in front of the camera, shirtless and showing off his ripped torso, wearing a pair of black shorts. He took a sip from a bottle of water and began speak.
AJ Styles: Usually I'm doing the most strenuous routine imaginable to push my body and my mind to it's absolute limits. But, I'm just wrestling Baron Corbin. So, I don't have to do any of that.
Styles rolled his eyes, tossing the bottled water aside.
AJ Styles: Corbin, you should wrestle with a shirt. Because from the looks of it, this is the first time you've seen a gym in 2016. So do you really think I'm going to work up a sweat over someone like you? I just went through Hell in a Cell with Chris Jericho and then your little buddy Jimmy Havoc found an inflated sense of self worth and stuck me from behind. Honestly, I'm going to be happy to defend my World Championship against someone like him. But Baron Corbin? The Breakout Champion? You're a sports entertainer. I'm a fucking wrestler. You're not on my level.
His expression soured immensely and he shook his head in disgust.
AJ Styles: The sad fact is, Corbin, you're a mediocre talent at best and now you're getting your chance at the big time on Warfare. But don't blame me for what happens, blame your friend. Because the ass whopping I'm about to lay on you is only a sample of what's in store for Jimmy Havoc. Jimmy, you might want my gold. But you know you don't have what it takes to take it from me. Do you know how good I am? Go ask any of the EBWF Divas how good I am. That's right. I'm the man. If it wasn't for me guys like you wouldn't even be able to step foot into a EBWF ring. And this is how you repay me? By attacking me from behind?
He shrugged his shoulders. If this was how it's meant to be, so be it.
AJ Styles: You're pathetic. You really are. You troll off all of these accomplishments like it's supposed to impress me or view you as a threat. You want to know what I've done in the EBWF? Huh? What have you done?! I didn't even know who you were until a few weeks ago! You want to know what I've done, Jimmy?
The World Title is removed from a gym bag on the floor. He held it up and slapped it's golden plated center. Anger could quickly be seen growing within him.
AJ Styles: How about battling for years against competition a HELL of a lot better than you!? How about defending this at WrestleMania?! How about competing in the Main Event of Wrestlemania against the owner of the company?! Where were you then? Huh? Have you ever wrestled in front of that many people, Jimmy? What about you Baron? Oh. That's right. You both were wrestling for some promotion that nobody cares about.
He began to pace. It's obvious now that he's fuming.
AJ Styles: You're both bottom feeders and if you think anyone is being thrown to the wolf, you need to look in the mirror, because it's you! I'm EBWF's Big Bad Wolf and I don't play with my prey. So you ask yourself if it's worth it? Because come Warfare, I'm going to take all of my frustrations out on you, Corbin. So, you wanna know if I'm for real? You're fucking right I am. This Championship is as real as it gets and come Warfare the beating I give you will be too!
The very intense expression of the World Champion is the last thing that is shown before the camera fades to black.
AJ Styles: Usually I'm doing the most strenuous routine imaginable to push my body and my mind to it's absolute limits. But, I'm just wrestling Baron Corbin. So, I don't have to do any of that.
Styles rolled his eyes, tossing the bottled water aside.
AJ Styles: Corbin, you should wrestle with a shirt. Because from the looks of it, this is the first time you've seen a gym in 2016. So do you really think I'm going to work up a sweat over someone like you? I just went through Hell in a Cell with Chris Jericho and then your little buddy Jimmy Havoc found an inflated sense of self worth and stuck me from behind. Honestly, I'm going to be happy to defend my World Championship against someone like him. But Baron Corbin? The Breakout Champion? You're a sports entertainer. I'm a fucking wrestler. You're not on my level.
His expression soured immensely and he shook his head in disgust.
AJ Styles: The sad fact is, Corbin, you're a mediocre talent at best and now you're getting your chance at the big time on Warfare. But don't blame me for what happens, blame your friend. Because the ass whopping I'm about to lay on you is only a sample of what's in store for Jimmy Havoc. Jimmy, you might want my gold. But you know you don't have what it takes to take it from me. Do you know how good I am? Go ask any of the EBWF Divas how good I am. That's right. I'm the man. If it wasn't for me guys like you wouldn't even be able to step foot into a EBWF ring. And this is how you repay me? By attacking me from behind?
He shrugged his shoulders. If this was how it's meant to be, so be it.
AJ Styles: You're pathetic. You really are. You troll off all of these accomplishments like it's supposed to impress me or view you as a threat. You want to know what I've done in the EBWF? Huh? What have you done?! I didn't even know who you were until a few weeks ago! You want to know what I've done, Jimmy?
The World Title is removed from a gym bag on the floor. He held it up and slapped it's golden plated center. Anger could quickly be seen growing within him.
AJ Styles: How about battling for years against competition a HELL of a lot better than you!? How about defending this at WrestleMania?! How about competing in the Main Event of Wrestlemania against the owner of the company?! Where were you then? Huh? Have you ever wrestled in front of that many people, Jimmy? What about you Baron? Oh. That's right. You both were wrestling for some promotion that nobody cares about.
He began to pace. It's obvious now that he's fuming.
AJ Styles: You're both bottom feeders and if you think anyone is being thrown to the wolf, you need to look in the mirror, because it's you! I'm EBWF's Big Bad Wolf and I don't play with my prey. So you ask yourself if it's worth it? Because come Warfare, I'm going to take all of my frustrations out on you, Corbin. So, you wanna know if I'm for real? You're fucking right I am. This Championship is as real as it gets and come Warfare the beating I give you will be too!
The very intense expression of the World Champion is the last thing that is shown before the camera fades to black.