Pissed Off Redneck

[Will]

Fanniversary had come and gone and AJ Styles did not accomplish what he set out to, with CM Punk remaining the EBWF Champion. For AJ Styles it was a bitter sweet defeat. That night wasn’t about him and his ambitions; it was about something more important than that. He knew that the match he and Punk had was a damn good one and the PPV was a success on every level. After the event Styles caught the very first flight out of there, he had to get his mind off of wrestling and the devastating events that occurred the week earlier. Atlanta was where he currently resided and after a few good good night’s rest and recuperating, he finally got around to preparing for his match with Anderson on Monday’s telecast.

It was a rather rainy day in Gainesville, Georgia the hometown of EBWF fans favorite AJ Styles. A wooded area of trees without leaves made the backdrop perfect for the autumn season. The ground was muddy and the trail of the tracks led to a black Ford pickup truck that was covered in filth. AJ Styles was seen behind the wheel of the huge F150 and cut the ignition off before stepping out. AJ’s sized 12 Timberland boots managed to land on a solid part of the ground that was sink free.

AJ Styles: They say you gotta live Ford tough. Well, where I’m from when you get in certain situations you need something dependable to help you out, that’s why I drive a Ford F150. Now before this begins to sound like an advertisement, I was just referring to it because everything that is said about it, is pretty much said about me. I’m one tough son of a bitch and I can thrive in any type of situation. I can outlast the competition and get the heavy duty job done. Last Sunday night at Fanniversary, however I didn’t get the job done. Let’s just give credit where credit is due and say Punk was on my level and he walked out with my respect.

He smiled while dusting off his 501 Levi jeans. He adjusted the denim jacket he wore unbuttoned while taking a few steps closer to the camera.

AJ Styles: This Monday night, I’m back in action, like the Power Rangers. Only I don’t need a team to defeat the bad guys. Mr. Anderson, you think you’re a bad ass, just because you aligned yourself with Paul Heyman and a band of Kool-Aid sipping cronies? HA, what a joke. My respect isn’t easy to come by and a few months ago after we had war after war after war, we finally settled things and shook hands in the ring like men. For what it was worth, when we stood there showing mutual respect to one another I looked you in the eyes and I could tell that everything you were putting up was nothing more than a front. You’re a liar, Anderson. You wanted to wish me the best and even though you had the Intercontinental title, you knew that I was going on to win the World Championship. Truth is, you’re jealous and would probably sell your soul to be where I am.

Styles looked hauntingly serious and his body language spoke volumes about it as he stared into the camera.

AJ Styles: You don’t have to admit it. We all know the truth. Time and time again all we hear is how Ken Anderson is mistreated, misused, unappreciated, underrated, and all that good stuff. Boo hoo, cry me a fucking river. I mean come on, put up or shut up. Along comes Heyman and he promised you would be something more than the mediocre choke artist that you are. What have you done other than give away the only real thing that made you relevant, the Intercontinental Championship? I’m disgusted and completely disrespected by what you did by laying down and handing over that championship as if it was meaningless. The time and effort I put into finally dethroning Justin Gabriel, no disqualification matches, ladder matches, glass fucking table matches. I went through hell to make that championship mean something. Even when you were finally able to pull one over on me and defeat me, it was in a brutal chain match and after the pain and suffering we put each other through, I thought that that championship would mean something special to you like it did to me. Boy was I wrong!

A look of pity and disappointment sheered from the face of the Phenomenal One as he spoke.

AJ Styles: So, what have you accomplished since you literally sold your soul to the devil, Paul Heyman? He made you sacrifice something to prove you were nothing more than a brainless buffoon who would blow him if he asked. No, you didn’t get a damn thing. Now you’re stuck hanging out with Bully Ray, and Daniel Bryan. Two larger losers than you. I would suggest you smack yourself for being such an idiot, but I’d rather do it myself this Monday on Warfare. I will admit though, if Maryse and Paige aren’t motivation enough to get your blood flowing, I don’t know what is. No matter. When we face off Anderson, you’re facing a pissed off redneck. I don’t like your chances. Bring your pals along to the party. I have friends too. So, let’s send out the invitations. I’ll see you there.

Styles turned towards his pickup truck and got back inside, starting the engine and driving away through the muddy terrain.