The Only Thing On My Mind

[D.J]

Alex Riley was surging. With a win over Sami Zayn two weeks back- he was continuing to prove that his earning the EBWF Intercontinental Championship was no accident. His next opponent was a man no stranger to EBWF gold- a man who was the biggest thorn in EBWF Champion, AJ Styles side. A man that went by the name of Jimmy Havoc. Havoc though eccentric had proven that he was a force to be reckoned with, sky rocketing up the EBWF ranks not caring who or what he had to do to earn his accolades. Havoc was ruthless, relentless, and in many instances seemed heartless. He was a man that was extremely difficult to figure out, and when you saw your name across from his on the card, you knew that you'd be in for an intense battle. This was yet another chance for Riley to do what he'd been doing for the past several weeks, and that is knocking off individuals who were highly touted in this industry. Whether they were veterans or newcomers, Riley knew that his stock was rising, and that there was literally nobody he was afraid to face. January 16th's Warfare would be no exception.

The scene opened in a Planet Fitness gymnasium. There were several guys and gals both pumping iron, and running on the cardio machines. The camera whipped around as if it was looking to find something or someone. It finally settled on Alex Riley who was wearing an Alex Riley: You Mad Bro? T-Shirt with the sleeves cut off. He had the EBWF Intercontinental Championship resting on a workout bench next to him. He donned boxing gloves, and he was hitting the heavy bag while Miz, dressed in basketball shorts and a gray t shirt held the bag. Miz looked as though there was literally no place in the world he wouldn't have rather been. Riley wore a pair of Beats by Dre headphones as he worked out. He was sweating a good amount, and the sweat was visible on his face. His hair however, remained gelled and had it not been for the sweat you would have thought he was ready to go to a lavish event. With a gloved hand he moved the headphones down around his neck, his music was bumping from the beats, but you could only vaguely hear it from wear the camera was positioned. Riley started to talk to The Miz in a tone of voice that indicated he was extremely annoyed.

Alex Riley: I mean honestly, who the hell does this Jimmy Havoc guy think he is? What does he think he's going to accomplish by downplaying me? Saying that I'm nothing more than you, Miz? What because I won a title match, instead of just walking around here 'weirding' everyone to death and then losing when it actually counts? I mean this guy seems detached, he seems deranged, he seems completely obsessed with AJ Styles and the EBWF Championship, news flash Hugh Downs- you are facing me this week- and this just in.. that's not good for you. I mean did you catch his promo, Miz. AJ this, AJ that. I think he actually called me AJ, which again is probably a Freudian slip since AJ Styles beat his ass, and that is exactly what I'm going to do on Warfare as well. I like him kinda trying to predict what I was going to make fun of him about, he's like the little kid who gets bullied and his parents give him the advice of going in and pointing out all of his flaws so that the bullies can't have the satisfaction of doing so. Unfortunately for him, that never stopped me in High School- and it sure as hell isn't going to stop me now. You're bizarre, you wear more make up than any man should, and that doesn't make me scared of you, it makes me want to shove you in a locker, or give you a swirley. Understand something Jimmy, you even being in the EBWF is a feat in of itself, you trying to hang around at the top of it, is just insanity. Now before you make 'Havoc' in your pants, I'm not complimenting you for coming off insane- because I know that would get you hotter than Marilyn Manison music videos, but I'm telling you that you're insane, because you think you are talented. I'm telling you that you're insane, because YOU THINK you actually belong in the same ring as a guy like me. I'm telling you you're insane not because you give the camera weird looks or have strange chicks chanting your name, but because you actually think I should give two shits who you are, and more than that you think that I SHOULD ACTUALLY fear you. I'm Alex Riley- ring ring, rise and shine, wake the hell up Jimmy, I'm the EBWF Intercontinental Champion- The Miz here- is my manager- and no he's not my friend- if I need a coffee he gets it- if I need dry cleaning done- he does it. This is 2017- it's my freaking year, so stop trying to insult me by telling me that I'm nothing but a wanna be Miz. Miz, and everyone else in this god damn company are gonna WANNA BE me. Your name will appear on that list, especially after Monday Night, because it's a lot more fun being the one doing the pulverizing than being the little My Chemical Romance fan boy pulverizee.

The Miz let go of the back for a second.

The Miz: Can I just say something?

Alex nodded.

Alex Riley: If you must.

The Miz cleared his throat ready to utter something dramatic.

The Miz: REALLLY?! Jimmy Havoc?! That is what is hot right now in the EBWF? REALLY? I mean J... REALLY?! Jimmy Havoc just MAIN EVENTED an EBWF Pay Per View in which he fought for the EBWF Championship. I mean I get it, I haven't wrestled in a match since you beat me. I miss it every day, you can call me anything you want, but I am a man of my word. We made a bet, and I lost it. It just gets increasingly harder to take though, when Jimmy Havoc is on EBWF programming, and people actually care. Jimmy god damn Havoc. Alex- I may have not treated you so well over the years, and god knows you are certainly getting your pay back now, but jeez even on your worst day- you are three thousand times better than Jimmy Havoc. The dude is a runt in eyeliner, he is an absolute jamoak. This is why I hate leaving the ring, because EVERY TIME I do- some gotchic decimal point of a man, takes a spot in the limelight. I don't really care what you think of me, Alex- I'll continue to live up to my end of the bargain- but PLEASE for the love of all that is Awesome- beat the hell out of this guy- and show the world that guys like him belong in a room curled up in a ball rocking back and forth listening to slip knot, not mattering in a world like the EBWF.

Alex paused before he went to answer.

Alex Riley: That was.. well that was actually pretty on point, Miz. Thank you.

The Miz nodded.

Alex Riley: Man that like.. really got me.

Alex facetiously wiped a tear from his eye.

Alex Riley: Thanks for the golden tips Miz, and I'll take the nice words as a thank you for me allowing you to hear the sound of your own voice for an extended period of time, lord knows I'm sure you've missed it. The contents of what you said though are exactly right on. You may not be in the ring right now, but I sure am, and I'm going to see to it, that nothing in the EBWF gets out of the ordinary. I'm going to see to it that nothing in the EBWF gets off what should actually be. You aren't going to get your revenge on me for all the times people took your lunch money and ripped your Tim Burton Nightmare Before Christmas boxers up to your nipples, it's going to be more of the same for you Jimmy. I don't care if you're tortured, I don't care if you're sadistic, I don't care if you have a screw loose. I'm going to torture you.. in a sadistic way.. and knock every screw you have right off your god damn body. I'm the EBWF Intercontinental Champion, and I didn't become the EBWF Intercontinental Champion because I'm good at flag football. After I beat you on Monday Night- it will become clear not only to you, Jimmy, but to the entire EBWF universe that you even being talked about among this companies elite, is funnier than you trying to scare little kids at recess with your "stranger danger" mask that you wear. This Monday night is going to be a wake up call, because though you like to talk about being someone's nightmare, you are absolutely dreaming, if you think that you are going to make a statement by going through me. I could sense it all over the words coming out of your black lipstick painted mouth, that you think you are going to use me to show AJ Styles, that you are still a threat. I'm nobodies statement win Jimmy, in fact, the only statement you are going to be making after this Monday is "Nurse, more apple sauce please." Unlike you, conducting your little seances and rambling on and on about a guy you aren't even facing on Monday. I am here.. in the gym.. preparing myself.. preparing my body.. for NOBODY ELSE BUT YOU JIMMY. I am one opponent, one win at a time... and that's why I'm the god damn best this company has to offer right now. MY MIND IS ON NOTHING BUT BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF YOU. I don't even know what I'm having for dinner after our match on Warfare, let alone who I'm going to face next. You are the only thing I care about right now Jimmy, and one of the big reasons is, I know that's not the case for you, when it comes to me.. but let me assure you my man.. it friggin should be.

Alex scowled, now he seemed to be the one who was a bit deranged.

Alex Riley: One of the things I underestimated was just how sickening the false confidence was of some of the guys in this company. No matter who you are, big, small, talented, not talented, scrawny, built. Every single idiot in the EBWF is going to come out, and say that they think they are the best thing that the EBWF has to offer. What makes you so confident Jimmy? What makes you think that I'm not worthy of your attention? What makes you think that Alex Riley, should be an after thought for the oh so talented and charismatic Jimmy Havoc?

You could feel the sarcasm in every word of his last sentence.

Alex Riley: What makes you so absolutely misguided to think that a guy like me, isn't going to do what god intended to a guy like you? Huh? You're the kid at the carnival who's dad tried to make him attempt to ring the bell with the hammer, but instead all you wanted to do was sit with the girls and get your face painted. I'm the guy who's winning arm wrestling contests, and that the girls are lining up for at the kissing booth. I'm what GOD had in mind, when he came up with professional wrestling. I'm the EPITOME of what it means to be an EBWF Superstar. What makes you so brashly sure, that human nature isn't going to take over in this match on Monday? I was constructed, and I signed a contact in this company, SPECIFICALLY to hurt little idiots like you who just have gotten a little too big for their bridges.. who may think there just a little bit better than they are. I joined this company to end any hopes and aspirations to make it big, for people like you Jimmy. You said- almost facetiously that I'd probably pin you... guess what my dude... there's no probably about it.. I'm going to pin you.. and there's not a god damn thing you can do about it.

Alex smirked.

Alex Riley: You Mad Bro?

He winked into the camera, and put his head phones back on as he began to punch the bag once more, and the scene faded to black.