Point The Finger

[Will]

The setting was a fine dining establishment with elegant music playing. The place was bursting with laughter and banter from the occupants and everyone seemed to be having a good time. All but one man who sat alone in the center of the dining room. His small table was full from the food and wine he ordered and there sat the one and only AJ Styles indulging himself.

AJ Styles: Waiter! Can I get a waiter over here!?

The loud demand prompted a server to step forward to the table.

Server: Is everything okay this evening sir?

Styles drinking from the bottle his face was a mess. His mouth was greasy and his hair was all over the place. The guy looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.

AJ Styles: Grab me another bottle of wine and let the Chef know that his food sucks! Chop chop!

The server snapped to it and took off. Styles finished the rest of the bottle and by this time the server had returned with another. After time Styles was a drunken fool and was enjoying himself. After scrolling through his phone he noticed a few unread messages from the EBWF and after quickly reviewing them he seen that he was finally scheduled for a match with Rey Mysterio on Warfare. While reading he was interrupted by his waiter.

Server: Can I get anything else for you Sir?

Styles ignored the man and continued to read his messages, after a few seconds of silence he became infuriated. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just his pride but he was now pissed and the server could tell. Styles hadn’t competed since WrestleMania and was upset that he hadn’t been booked since. Now he was going to be jerking the curtain and it did not sit well with him one bit.

AJ Styles: What you looking at?

Styles took the last swig from the bottle and tossed it away. It smashed against the wall and now he had everyone’s attention.

AJ Styles: You all are a bunch of fucking assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?

He began to stand from the table now. He was clearly drunk and staggered from his position.

AJ Styles: You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers and say, "That's the bad guy."

He was pointing in peoples faces and addressing the entire crowd. Nobody looked like they dared to intervene.

AJ Styles: So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! This is the last time you’re gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you.

He made his way toward the front of the restaurant and ended up shoving the host to the ground while staggering through.

AJ Styles: Make way for the bad guy! There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!

And down went a buss boy with a tray of dishes. Styles looked satisfied with himself and walked out the building. His driver was already waiting outside for him. An up and coming wrestler who AJ Styles took under his wing. He was waiting eagerly to open the door for AJ Styles. After closing the door for his mentor the driver rushed around front to get into the driver seat.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Where to, Sir? By the way, I love Al Pacino.

AJ Styles: See I knew I liked you kid. Take me to the room I need a nap. Then I need to be at the airport later tonight so I can be at Warfare. I’m gonna show you everything you need to know kid, trust me, stick with me and everyone will hate you in no time.

Styles let out a sinister laugh and MJF began to smile as if that was exactly what he wanted.

MJF: You got it!

He proceeded to drive off into the night as the scene faded to black.

[Ashlee]

This made me laugh pretty hard <3

Also, an AJ Styles RP without the name Wes Ikeda in it. Are you feeling okay?