Here We Go.. Again

[Will]

Two weeks ago, Warfare had just ended and AJ Styles laid in the ring looking up at the lights.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.”

He said this to himself with a slight smirk on his face as he rolled over on the mat. The pain going through his body was second to the excitement and adrenaline he was feeling from returning to the ring.

“Damn, I love this shit.”

Looking out towards the crowd of fans in the arena giving him a standing ovation he took a moment to let it all sink in. Being on the other side of a beat down from The Miz and The Trilogy gained him some sympathy. Styles raised an arm in the air in appreciation of the people cheering him. He exited the ring and began limping up the ramp.

“I’m about to smoke the biggest blunt I can fucking roll when I get to my room.”

Somethings never change and a month back into his return he was beginning to feel right back at home again. EBWF was his favorite wrestling company to be apart of out of all his years wrestling and there was nobody on the roster who was more controversial than him. Returning at the time he did was the right thing to do and working with his old friend The Miz and building a program with him into Summerslam was a big reason for him taking the opportunity. The company had changed a lot since he had last been here but one thing AJ Styles knew about the EBWF was that only the strong survived. Now that he was in the middle of this program he was ready and excited for whatever came next.

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A dark sky filled with bright stars hung over the head of AJ Styles as looked to be standing in a location straight out a Disney fairytale. A large, majestic fountain was positioned behind him with a lovely courtyard surrounding it. He stood outside of a very fancy restaurant, booming with activity inside. Well dressed customers could be seen going inside as the smooth jazz music led the way. Styles himself was dressed in the typical fashion. A black top hat with silver designs on it was his most notable fashion choice. The rest of his attire followed this design, silver and black. Adjusting his tie, he smiled to the camera. He removed his hat and began to speak.


AJ Styles: It is in my belief that in order to move on, to progress, one must sometimes shed one's skin so to speak in order to show who they really are. When I joined this company back in 2010 I was young, hungry, and lost in the shuffle. I was weak.

Styles shook his head.

AJ Styles: But The Miz pulled me aside, smacked the taste from my mouth and gave me some sound advice. He told me to stop trying to please everyone. Stop trying to be what I wasn't. He simply viewed me as someone who portrayed a comedy stoner, a residential mid carder. That’s when I finally decided to stop to catering to anyone other than myself. And that's exactly what I have done for the past 10 years. Who you see before you is the real AJ Styles.

A bow was taken.

AJ Styles: Which leads me to this question. When are we going to see the real version of The Miz? After all this time he is still screaming how awesome he is? He is still referring to his fans as "Jamokes"? He's still hanging out with Ted DiBiase and Alex Riley? I see no evolution. I see no true progress. Despite his most recent accomplishments I still see the same loser who could never rise above his mediocre position and needed a group of motherfuckers to help him succeed.

Styles looked visibly disgusted.

AJ Styles: I’m not doubting Miz’ ability as a performer. Nor am I downplaying the fact that he finally was able to...hm... get over the hump. He became a legitimate World Champion after trying so hard for years. After always being the runner up. After always just coming up just a tad short to guys like me. His title defense this year at Wrestle Mania was nothing more than awe inspiring. I’m lying. It was the absolute worst thing I’ve ever seen as a wrestling fan. He should be ashamed. Aiden English should be ashamed. And Wes Ikeda should sure enough be ashamed of letting that match ruin the biggest show of the year! Then we have Miz’ fragile confidence, that he masks with bravado and a loud voice, all of which is going to end come Summerslam. Because I am going to become the new World Champion and I will wear that belt proudly and carry on it's proud tradition. In order to do so I'm going to have to hurt The Miz and Aiden English. I'm going to have to hurt them both very badly. I know English wants to redeem himself. He's going to give it his absolute all. However, it just isn't going to be enough and he’s going to continue to carry's the weight of being a "choke artist". He is and always will be a loser. An over the top.. loser. Perhaps when he sheds his skin and shows his true self we'll finally see that he can rise to the heights of a World Champion. The likely hood of that ever occurring? Very slim. I don't think a slap in the face and a pep talk would do it for him. I'm just going to have to go out to that ring and exterminate poor CM Punk with extreme prejudice this Monday night and send a message to the King himself. Punk finally had his moment, kneeing Ikeda in the face last week. We’re all happy for him, especially me, but it's time for him to step aside. Your time has been passed and nobody, I mean nobody cares about you anymore. We’ve always had some of the best matches of my career and I look forward to having one more with you. But if you think for one second that this is your chance to make another comeback by going through me then you’re sadly mistake. This match we are having is all about showing everyone who the best in the world still is, the Phenomenal AJ Styles.

A group of ladies walked passed, a blond woman in a black dress lightly graced her fingers along Styles’ shoulders.

Woman: I love your look, it’s so hot.

AJ Styles: Why thank you.

His smile slowly curled into a sinister one and his eyes narrowed upon the woman as she disappeared into the restaurant. That unhinged look remained in his eyes before he spun back to the camera. Before he could speak he was greeted by another blonde woman in a black dress, this time a more familiar face. She was absolutely beautiful and didn’t hesitate to place a kiss on AJ’s lips.

Ronda Rousey: Lets go, babe. I’m starving.

Styles held the door to the restaurant open for Rousey to enter and the two disappeared inside among the crowd.