Post by iheartblackmen on Jul 3, 2010 0:50:25 GMT -5
The scene opens with a limo parked outside on a quiet street. Silent, serene. Not the typical place a limo would be seen. The driver gets out. Makes his way to the back and opens the door for AJ Styles who just entered the camera's view. Decked out in a designer suit and sunglasses he snickers with a smirk on his face all the way to the back seat. The driver makes his way to his seat before starting the limo and taking off. AJ removes his sunglasses and speaks...
Let's think back.....
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
GET READY TO FLY
AJ Styles comes bolting down to the ring. Instantly going on a rampage. Attacking every man in sight. Hitting moves left and right. This is quite the debut for AJ Styles. Before attempting another of his patented high-flying maneuvers, he sees John Cena across the ring. A staple in wrestling the last few years. Instead of going for an easy elimination on one of the worn down stars, he goes after the Doctor of Thuganomics. Cena looks dazed so AJ climbs to the top rope. And dives for a miraculous cross body. But OH! He lands directly on the shoulders of Cena. An F-U later, AJ is flat on his back.
Is that the way you want to be remembered? Is it just me or was I torn apart by the injustices that took place at the Royal Rumble? The referees, the superstars, the ring crew, the cameramen, the announcers, and even the idiotic Miami fanbase were ALL in some sort of plot to destroy me. What, is this some kind of "orientation?" You all are a disgrace. To put it simply, I was robbed. Robbed of the Royal Rumble crown. Robbed of my guaranteed title shot. Robbed of my dignity. And robbed of the most important thing to me. My pride. What's stopping me from getting up and leaving right now? Well the answer is simple. Revenge. Revenge on my mind. Cena, you can wait. Trust me, you got it coming. But, for now. I'll take out my revenge on the unlucky superstars that have to step into the ring with me on Monday. Oh boy, you guys better get ready. I remember the phone call...
We now see a house, the living room seems like the likely assumption here. Empty except for your typical furniture you'd associate with a living room. We see a couch, a table, and a cell phone on said table.
GET READY TO FLY
AJ Styles' theme song comes out of the phone, and causes it to shake around a little. From a hallway comes The Phenomenal One himself. He takes a seat and answers the phone.
AJ: Hello?
AJ? Is that you?
AJ: Yeah, who's this?
It's your agent. WE GOT A MATCH!
AJ: Yes! Did we get what I requested? The IC title shot?
We sure did! Kinda...
AJ: Kinda? What does that mean?
Well, we got a number one contenders match, and it's the Celtic Championship now.
AJ: So now they expect me to work for something I deserve?
Unformiddable, correct?
AJ: Whatever. Who am I gonna have to beat?
D-Lo Brown....
AJ: WHO? Oh wait I remember. European Championship nobody. He's worth about as much as that title was. Ha! This is going to be cake.
....and MVP....
AJ: Whoa! A curveball by management. He's a punk, plain and simple. He ripped the sleeves off his jumpsuit to revitalize his career. I'll rip off the sleeves of his career and end it. Whatta joke...
...and Cody Rhodes....
AJ: AAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM. *Dunt. Dunt. Dunt* He's just a...
No, Cody. His son.
AJ: Right. That's all?
And...
AJ: And? And who?
RVD...
AJ: .......
AJ?
AJ: Oh yea, RVD no problem...
You alright?
AJ: Yeah. Just gotta get prepared.
Click.
My laughter continued. Trust me, it was quite the catastrophe. After I hung up, I sat for a while. Quite a while. Deciding whether or not he was being serious. D-Lo Brown. Still can't get that one outta my head. He's STILL wrestling. I can't think of an easier match I could possibly have to capture this title. Seriously, the only thing standing between me and Sheamus are nothing but stepping stones. Literally. Four meaningless stepping stones. Jump on MVP, hop on over to Cody Rhodes, skip to D-Lo, leap on top of Rob Van Dam, and make my way to my inconceivable future. Standing face-to-face with the Celtic Warrior himself. Oh Sheamus.... Actually, let's save that one for later.
The limo comes to a halt the driver leaves his seat and opens the door for AJ to get out. After doing so, the driver sticks out his hand most likely for a tip. AJ looks the man up and down, puts his sunglasses back on, snickers, and walks off. He enters a building. The camera points up showing a sign.
MONDAY NIGHT RAW LIVE!
The camera now enters the building along with The Phenomenal One. Following him throughout the hallways to a locker room. The sign on the door says "Public Locker Room." But AJ being his typical self replaced the sign on the door with one of his own.
THE PHENOMENAL ONE
Says the sign. The camera sits on the outside and shows the sign for a good portion of time. When all of the sudden, Todd Grisham makes his way into the view of the camera, microphone in hand.
*KNOCK KNOCK
Todd: AJ? Are you in there?
The door swings open at an alarming rate, and out steps The Phenomenal One.
What do you want?
Todd: Can I ask you a few questions about your upcoming battle royal for the Number One Contendership for Sheamus' Celtic Championship?
Make it quick....
Todd: So, this is your Monday Night RAW debut. How do you feel?
How do I feel? Of any question you could ask you ask how I feel? Well, anyway. I feel great Todd. Just great. After being robbed out of the Royal Rumble, I feel just dandy.
Todd: What about your oppenents?
Pshhh! My opponents? Cake. Every single one of them. None even deserve to step inside the ring with someone of my caliber.
Todd: You seem so sure about that?
I've never been more sure about anything in my life, Grizzo. I'm THE Phenomenal One, remember?
Todd: What about Sheamus? If you win you fa....
First of all, it's not "if" I win. It's "when" I win. And second of all. Sheamus is another story. We'll deal with that when the time comes.
Todd: Thanks for your time AJ.... Wait, isn't this the public locker room?
Not anymore. As much as no one deserves to step in the ring with me, they deserve to share a locker room with me even less. Now scram...
Todd: Bu...
Before he could get a word out, AJ slammed the door in his face.
Todd: AJ Styles everybody....
FIN
Let's think back.....
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
GET READY TO FLY
AJ Styles comes bolting down to the ring. Instantly going on a rampage. Attacking every man in sight. Hitting moves left and right. This is quite the debut for AJ Styles. Before attempting another of his patented high-flying maneuvers, he sees John Cena across the ring. A staple in wrestling the last few years. Instead of going for an easy elimination on one of the worn down stars, he goes after the Doctor of Thuganomics. Cena looks dazed so AJ climbs to the top rope. And dives for a miraculous cross body. But OH! He lands directly on the shoulders of Cena. An F-U later, AJ is flat on his back.
Is that the way you want to be remembered? Is it just me or was I torn apart by the injustices that took place at the Royal Rumble? The referees, the superstars, the ring crew, the cameramen, the announcers, and even the idiotic Miami fanbase were ALL in some sort of plot to destroy me. What, is this some kind of "orientation?" You all are a disgrace. To put it simply, I was robbed. Robbed of the Royal Rumble crown. Robbed of my guaranteed title shot. Robbed of my dignity. And robbed of the most important thing to me. My pride. What's stopping me from getting up and leaving right now? Well the answer is simple. Revenge. Revenge on my mind. Cena, you can wait. Trust me, you got it coming. But, for now. I'll take out my revenge on the unlucky superstars that have to step into the ring with me on Monday. Oh boy, you guys better get ready. I remember the phone call...
We now see a house, the living room seems like the likely assumption here. Empty except for your typical furniture you'd associate with a living room. We see a couch, a table, and a cell phone on said table.
GET READY TO FLY
AJ Styles' theme song comes out of the phone, and causes it to shake around a little. From a hallway comes The Phenomenal One himself. He takes a seat and answers the phone.
AJ: Hello?
AJ? Is that you?
AJ: Yeah, who's this?
It's your agent. WE GOT A MATCH!
AJ: Yes! Did we get what I requested? The IC title shot?
We sure did! Kinda...
AJ: Kinda? What does that mean?
Well, we got a number one contenders match, and it's the Celtic Championship now.
AJ: So now they expect me to work for something I deserve?
Unformiddable, correct?
AJ: Whatever. Who am I gonna have to beat?
D-Lo Brown....
AJ: WHO? Oh wait I remember. European Championship nobody. He's worth about as much as that title was. Ha! This is going to be cake.
....and MVP....
AJ: Whoa! A curveball by management. He's a punk, plain and simple. He ripped the sleeves off his jumpsuit to revitalize his career. I'll rip off the sleeves of his career and end it. Whatta joke...
...and Cody Rhodes....
AJ: AAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM. *Dunt. Dunt. Dunt* He's just a...
No, Cody. His son.
AJ: Right. That's all?
And...
AJ: And? And who?
RVD...
AJ: .......
AJ?
AJ: Oh yea, RVD no problem...
You alright?
AJ: Yeah. Just gotta get prepared.
Click.
My laughter continued. Trust me, it was quite the catastrophe. After I hung up, I sat for a while. Quite a while. Deciding whether or not he was being serious. D-Lo Brown. Still can't get that one outta my head. He's STILL wrestling. I can't think of an easier match I could possibly have to capture this title. Seriously, the only thing standing between me and Sheamus are nothing but stepping stones. Literally. Four meaningless stepping stones. Jump on MVP, hop on over to Cody Rhodes, skip to D-Lo, leap on top of Rob Van Dam, and make my way to my inconceivable future. Standing face-to-face with the Celtic Warrior himself. Oh Sheamus.... Actually, let's save that one for later.
The limo comes to a halt the driver leaves his seat and opens the door for AJ to get out. After doing so, the driver sticks out his hand most likely for a tip. AJ looks the man up and down, puts his sunglasses back on, snickers, and walks off. He enters a building. The camera points up showing a sign.
MONDAY NIGHT RAW LIVE!
The camera now enters the building along with The Phenomenal One. Following him throughout the hallways to a locker room. The sign on the door says "Public Locker Room." But AJ being his typical self replaced the sign on the door with one of his own.
THE PHENOMENAL ONE
Says the sign. The camera sits on the outside and shows the sign for a good portion of time. When all of the sudden, Todd Grisham makes his way into the view of the camera, microphone in hand.
*KNOCK KNOCK
Todd: AJ? Are you in there?
The door swings open at an alarming rate, and out steps The Phenomenal One.
What do you want?
Todd: Can I ask you a few questions about your upcoming battle royal for the Number One Contendership for Sheamus' Celtic Championship?
Make it quick....
Todd: So, this is your Monday Night RAW debut. How do you feel?
How do I feel? Of any question you could ask you ask how I feel? Well, anyway. I feel great Todd. Just great. After being robbed out of the Royal Rumble, I feel just dandy.
Todd: What about your oppenents?
Pshhh! My opponents? Cake. Every single one of them. None even deserve to step inside the ring with someone of my caliber.
Todd: You seem so sure about that?
I've never been more sure about anything in my life, Grizzo. I'm THE Phenomenal One, remember?
Todd: What about Sheamus? If you win you fa....
First of all, it's not "if" I win. It's "when" I win. And second of all. Sheamus is another story. We'll deal with that when the time comes.
Todd: Thanks for your time AJ.... Wait, isn't this the public locker room?
Not anymore. As much as no one deserves to step in the ring with me, they deserve to share a locker room with me even less. Now scram...
Todd: Bu...
Before he could get a word out, AJ slammed the door in his face.
Todd: AJ Styles everybody....
FIN
