The Predictable

[Will]

GET READY TO FLY!
Was heard loudly through the arena followed by “Wherever I may Roam” by Metallica which blared over the PA system. The fans in attendance for the weekend house show were on their feet in excitement for the Phenomenal One AJ Styles who walked out on stage soaking up the affection. Dressed casual in a dark pair of 501 Levi Jeans and a new exclusive EBWFShop.com T-shirt which read “I’m The Man” he walked towards the ring, slapping a few hands, and kissing a few babies before getting into the ring. After AJ did his trademark pose for the fans he was promptly handed a microphone by a crew member.

AJ Styles: “You all sure are excited for the show huh? That’s great because EBWF always puts on a good show. It’s an adrenaline rush, pure excitement, unpredictability at every corner. Well, some of the time.”

Styles’ face suddenly lost that bright smile and now he looked serious.

AJ Styles: ”Some of the time things can get a little dull, a little boring, and predictable as hell. Like whenever Paul Heyman and his Coalition are out here hogging the spotlight. Give or take Maryse and Paige being the only true talent in the bunch. God knows their hot. I know their hot. You know their hot. I wouldn’t mind doing something exciting with those two if you know what I mean. I’m the man. What can I say?”

He gave his new shirt a tug and that confident smile appeared once again.

AJ Styles:“Seriously though, Paul Heyman and his gang of losers have been pretty much the low point in my week each Monday night. It’s the same thing with these guys, interfere in the match, and then run for the hills. Two weeks ago I was in the ring with Mr. Anderson and even though we had oh so many distractions come our way, I still managed to drop him on his head and get my hand raised. Last week The Miz, who I haven’t seen eye to eye with in who knows when, was out here beating down Daniel Bryan like the little punk he is when the predictable happened. Mr. Anderson got involved. I hit the ring and we sent you cowards packing. This week Daniel Bryan and I are going to go one on one. I expect Paul Heyman, Bully Ray, and Mr. Anderson to be out lurking about, but that doesn’t faze me. I’m sure Miz will be watching my back, even though I don’t need him to. Not to mention the locker room full of guys how have been dying to get their hands on you all. That just makes things even better for Survivor Series next Sunday. But this Monday I have Bryan and I know what he’s about. We got to test one another out inside the Elimination Chamber. He is a good wrestler. But he is nothing like AJ Styles, a phenomenal wrestler. I’m the greatest in the galaxy within these ropes.”

The fans approved and cheered him on as he continued to speak.

AJ Styles: “I’m glad you all agree. See, Daniel Bryan is probably watching backstage and thinking to himself that he can beat me. Building up a wall of false confidence. Listening to Heyman pump his nuts up. That’s cool. Do what you gotta do. It doesn’t change the fact I’m going to win and show you just why I’m the man, when I kick your fucking head in. Oh and before I forget. Paul Heyman, just so you know, if you or any of your pals show your faces, I plan on kicking your fucking heads in too. How about that for predictable?”

With the final words coming out aggressively strong Styles dropped the microphone and his music began to play. The fans cheered for him and his look of intensity transformed to a more peaceful state as he made his way out of the ring and up the ramp. Before leaving he had to raise his arms in the air for the fans one more time at the top of the stage. Hopefully that would be exact same image after his match on Warfare.