Wrestlemania X Card and TTs

[gunn]

The familiar theme of Abyss plays as The Monster and his Master walk down to the ring, as always accompanied by Janice but this time Abyss is carrying a chair in his usually empty right hand, reaching the ring he slides in the chair as Mitchell gets in and picks up the chair setting it up in the middle of the ring and sits on it, Abyss standing behind Mitchell, Janice slung over his shoulder. A spotlight focuses on Mitchell as he speaks into a mic provided by a ring attendant.

James Mitchell: So it all leads to this, the dance of the damned, the monster's ball, it's an event that my monster has been through plenty of times, it's where many of his scars have came from both physically and mentally and now it claims a new victim in you Mr Fatu.

Mitchell smiles at the camera.

James Mitchell: I would like to thank our esteemed leader EC3 for making this match a monsters ball and of all the events to have it on, Wrestlemania, the showcase of the immortals, the one place were legends are made and legends are destroyed, this is a promise Mr Fatu, while the legend of Abyss continues after Wrestlemania, yours will come to an unfortunate crashing halt as your mind and body are changed forever.

The crowd boos Mitchell's threats but there also a mix of concern as well for Rikishi.

James Mitchell: If you need an example of that change like I said earlier look at Abyss, look at his scars, look at the rage that explodes from him in his matches, all that can be traced back to the monsters ball, you requested this match on the back of your own hubris Mr Fatu and it shall be your undoing, I look forward to seeing it unfold.

Mitchell leans back in his chair, no doubt waiting for a response

[crann]

"Pet" hits the PA and Drew Galloway erupts from the back full of fire and fury, roaring before he even steps to the ramp. As he reaches the top of that ramp, he lets his hair hang low, then smacks his chest hard and throws his head back in yet another primal shout before marching down to the ring, reaching for the top rope and hauling himself to the apron, then stepping over that rope to enter the ring. Galloway heads right for a turnbuckle and climbs it, posing for the fans before descending and collecting an offered microphone, then turning it on to discuss his Wrestlemania match and opponent.



DREW GALLOWAY
...and so here I am. The Scottish Psychopath, fresh off a triumphant and dominant victory over the self-proclaimed Messiah, standin' here in this ring an' tellin' you all the same thing I've been tryin' tae tell you an' every opponent I've faced along my warpath: I am unstoppable. My one defeat since dumpin' Pete Dunne has been by my own hand, stranglin' the life from the UWF Champion. Every other time I've stepped foot in this ring, I've had my arm raised the victor at the end o' the night. Let that sink in. I'm flawless.

Drew pauses for dramatic effect as the fans boo him for his hubris. The Scot smirks, and then continues.

An' who does Carter throw at me in a vain effort to prevent me from lyin' my hands on the prize I've rightfully deserved since it was announced? A man I've already beaten. Go Shiozaki. Pathetic. The last time I stood in this ring across from that man, he said he couldn't be beaten. An' then I beat him. He said he was perfection. An' then I exposed him. Now, because he beat the dregs o' the singles division, he's been shoehorned intae this match with me because the man who was announced, billed, an' sold tae all o' you is unable to compete because he's weak. Shawn Michaels couldn't hack it, an' neither can Go Shiozaki. I've proven this already. But if Carter wants me tae prove it again, then so be it.

Drew raises a hand, and then slices across his front with it like it's a blade, as he continues to speak.

Once more, the Claymore will cut through that husk o' a man, an' once more, Drew Galloway will have his arm raised. Only this time, he'll be holdin' the Prime Time Medal in his hand. I've climbed over too many men, my present opponent included, tae earn this opportunity an' I'm not about tae waste it. I'll capture this prize, an' I'll defend it until I can use it tae capture the next one. An' then when I have that, I'll climb tae the top o' this company an' challenge the man I sent runnin' weeks ago like the rat he is. I'm not a flash in the pan. It's been months since anyone has been able tae stop me. I can count my losses, as a singles wrestler an' the most important part o' a tag tandem, on one hand. That's not about tae change, no matter what lies Go comes out here and tells you, nor what delusions he's bought in tae. This medal should be mine already. What's one more lamb tae the slaughter?

[Dres]

Suddenly the lights go out and the titantron screen begins to play a familiar clip.



After Goku says, “even further beyond, the screen goes black and all is silent for a moment until a familiar voice breaks the silence.

I HAVE ASCENDED!

The crowd boos but they’re drowned out by pyro shooting from the stage. At the end of it, the screen says two words, Demi God, as a new theme begins to play.



The song is, “Element of Surprise” by Lloyd Banks as AJ walks out to the instrumental playing, the Intercontinental Championship around his waist and his hood covering his head as he’s hunched over. He straightens up quickly, throwing the hood back and his arms out to the side as the vocals begin.



AJ makes his way down to the ring and gets a microphone from the ringside official as he raises it to his mouth.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Let me start this off by asking a question, do you think it’s coincidence that you and I have been kept apart until now? Well I’ll answer that question for you, it’s not. Ethan has gone out of his way to protect his investment Bray Wyatt but with Bray holding the UWF Championship and me winning the Royal Rumble, there’s nothing else he can do to protect that investment. But if you’re not convinced, look at what happened on the last edition of Revolution. Bray Wyatt and AJ Styles finally came to blows and not only could Bray not keep up, but he ran away when he realized that. Well I hope you enjoyed slipping into the shadows like you were Batman, because that’s the last time you get to do it. There’s no hiding anymore when we get to Wrestlemania, and I’d say that puts you at my mercy, no pun intended to the Buzzard puppet, but there will be no mercy, only the, “Demi God”’s wrath.

Anything that’s served advantageous in the past against other opponents hasn’t worked against me: staying at a distance has only made me want to find you more, the mind games have only pissed me off, and when you tried to sneak attack me you got kicked in the face. On top of that, you don’t have the benefit of having a third man in the mix like at Slammiversary or a gimmick match like at the Royal Rumble, it’ll just be you and me in this ring and then what are you going to do besides end up in the puddle of blood I promised to put you in? Nothing, because the judgment that is coming to you for your sins is inevitable. I’m not going to sit idly by while a caricature like you represents my company and holds its top belt like you’re the standard bearer or the bar. That distinction belongs to me, and whether I get to take it off a waist rising and falling from breath or I have to pry it from your dead, stiffened fingers I’m going to possess that UWF Championship when Wrestlemania is over.

And I’m going to slay you properly so that when you leave the UWF this time, you won’t be back...

[rawisrey]

As AJ lowers his mic, you can hear Bray Wyatts voice already begin to speak as the the titantron lights up with his image.



Bray Wyatt: AJ AJ AJ, Oh my brother I didn't think you'd stray so far. It saddens me, Truly it does, to know that you're oh so lost in this new persona you've built for yourself. I mean you yourself said that EC3 was keeping us apart in your mind because he was protecting his investment, and yet isn't it you doing him favors and me...Not the model picture of what he wants? hahah, I mean do you honestly think that guy Likes me? But what about those favors you do, taking out undesirables right? That was your modus operandi wasn't it? Who exactly have you taken out of the picture though, I mean I have a mighty long list of people who sadly couldn't play for too long with me. A Lo-o-Ong list AJ, I even wave my favorite toy in front of the world because I know how much people usually want it and even then...Nobody seems to wanna play with me because they know how good I am at games. At the Royal Rumble, the only one left to try and topple me gave hope to thirty men but with the shutting of a door it became oh so clear that was gone. You won the Royal Rumble, and yet did anyone truly even celebrate that accomplishment? The Miz was heralded as a future star, Dean Ambrose cemented his name, Ryback and Khali showed dominance and promise, Jericho and Roode brought opportunity even Vinny brought the promise of change. And while some of those names Failed, the moment after their wins it was truly a sight to behold. But when AJ Styles won the Royal Rumble, it all fell a little flat because everyone knew what you Actually won...A Date...With me..hahhahahah

Bray starts to laugh holding his chest as he cackles, he takes a deep breath and wipes a tear from his eye.

Everyone knows what is in store for you, heck I think even you know deep down what's in store for you but you are putting on the bravest little face to try and deny it. Do you know what Optimism Bias is? oop, maybe not but I know someone who does.

Wyatt looks down and the camera follows his gaze showing a Dog Puppet as it zooms in.



Damien The Dog: Optimism Bias is a cognitive bias that causes someone to believe that they themselves are less likely to experience a negative event. Every individual who has stood in the path you find yourself upon currently have stated the precise same thing you have. That things are different, that the quote unquote "mind games' are not working and are having the opposite effect of it's intention. Mr. Styles, at one time you were following a path of salvation but you never Truly gave into the enlightened word so it does not surprised me to see such ignorance sprout from your mind. To "piss you off" as you so crassly put it, means you are less focused and more prone to rash decisions that will create openings in your strategy. Thus, desired effect. I can state this openly and you will still fall for it. And perhaps you should look at what you stated a little closely, the men who were before you...Also had those benefits. They had an extra person to target or help them, they had weapons and brutality to fall back on, and they still All failed...What, pray-tell, do you think you can accomplish without any help where Far better men have fallen with it? Perhaps-

Bray Wyatt: Okay okay Damien, that's enough I think you're taking this a little too personally, and that's Exactly why I didn't want Rhodey to speak either.

The puppet bounces off screen as Bray smiles big looking through the titantron at AJ Styles.

I live with all my sins of the past AJ, and I have made my peace with them all... That's what makes me stronger than I ever was, you however turn a blind eye to it and still proclaim yourself to be of a higher place than anyone else. It is that very ego, that will melt your wings and cause you to fall a Long...Long way. But I do have a remedy, instead of that, you can rest...Stop repeating the mistakes you make, stop trying to over-correct, Stop TRYING hahahaah...And be like me...Free! Alls you gotta do brother, is Let...Me....IN.

[Dres]

As Bray finishes speaking, AJ raises his microphone to respond.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: You’re actually right about something, Bray, you are free. You’re free to do as you please and say as you please, until Wrestlemania, because then you might as well be shackled to me because I’m going to smother you with offense until you suffocate. It’s like I’ve said in the past, I only have respect for what you hold and not an ounce of respect for you, and I’d say the disrespect is mutual but it isn’t disrespect that keeps you at a distance, it’s fear. Ironic considering that’s been your tool to mess with people but now the medicine bottle has been turned in the other direction and is pouring down your throat, and it tastes like bitter poison, doesn’t it? Who would’ve thought, not because I don’t think I’m to be feared but because with all the hype around you I expected to face a man and not a spineless coward. You’re going to make my wings melt? Well you’re going to actually have to rise and turn up the heat instead of cowering in your Pee Wee Herman Playhouse surrounded by all your little puppet pals for me to even feel warm on my flight because right now, I’m not even sweating you.

You really think I’m going to lose when I’ve got home field advantage? This is the house that AJ Styles built, and your lease is up at Wrestlemania. Consider me taking that UWF Championship taking away your keys to the place and after that, it’s like I said, you’ll be out in the cold and no matter how much you Eric Andre the entrance and spit out that little catchphrase, no one’s going to let you in.

[Fauche]

The IC Champ grimaces as Warhorse wraps it up, experiencing a crushing wave of second-hand embarrassment. He wipes his free hand across his forehead before looking down at his palm with even more disgust.

Punk: Ugh. Say it, don't spray it, dude. Is all the yelling and spitting necessary? Its just hard to imagine somebody telegraphing their insecurities more blatantly than this. Than you. All the results and facts and evidence piling up over the months, each bit of it indicating that you're not worth whatever you're being contracted at... and since you can't actually prove the naysayers wrong, you talk louder than them.

Maybe you can't see that, though, like it's a major blind spot. Okay... um... would a demonstration help? We could try that. Joe, give me a hand here. I'll be Jake, you be everyone else.

Samoa Joe nods, ready to play along. He brings his mic up to take on the roll of the peanut gallery.

Joe: "Warhorse sucks".

Brooks melodramatically contorts his face into an angry pout, stomping his feet as he protests with his best WARHORSE impression.

Punk: "NO."

The Samoan Submission Machine volleys a second criticism.

Joe: "He can't win the big one."

Doubling down on his lampoon, Punk screams into the stick.

Punk: SHUT UP. NO I DON'T. BEER. METAL. PUSSY.

Joe: The only thing impressive about Warhorse's first year in the UWF is how long he's been able to sustain unimpressive mediocrity.

The Second City Superstar rubs his head, feigning migraine symptoms.

Punk: AH! BIG WORDS HURT MY HEAD. CAN'T UNDERSTAND. MUST CONTINUE TO SHOUT "I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I" EVERYTIME MY GAPING FLAWS ARE POINTED OUT.

Phil turns back to his opponent and takes a deep breath, getting some wind back before going on.



Punk: See man? That's you. That's what you're like. I know that was cringey and hard to listen to. I'm well aware... so when are you going to be? When is it finally going to sink through that tragically thick skull that just because you say you're the toughest guy on the block doesn't mean you actually are? You have to back it up, or the guys like me get to keep making fun of you for pretending otherwise. That's the law of the jungle.

He puts a hand up to cut off a foreseeable interjection to that point.

Now I know what you wanna call my own manhood into question here, remind me that I'm the terrified coward for bringing in Joe to watch my six. Welp, bud, that's victim shaming, and it's 2021 so it's very not okay. You're the psychopath who kept trying to murder me outside of an actual match. What I am supposed to do? Just wait around until you get even more obsessed and creepy and take it even further? Kid, you check off just about every red flag on the DSM list there is, from the pathological denial of facts and reason to the crippling anger issues with a dash of substance abuse and a sprinkle of resentment towards woman as indicated by your immature word choice. When EC3 told me I had to be the guy to face you at Mania, it was either bringing in a bodyguard or wearing a bulletproof vest to work. At least this way I've got someone to split the cost of gas.

Punk looks over at his partner with an apologetic glance and Joe shrugs it off with a knowing "fair enough".

It boggles my mind that you can stand there, dressed up like you're trying out for the Mystery Men, and tell me you live in the "real world". Especially when you double down on the lunacy and say shit like I lack commitment or I haven't earned my stripes. Like... dude... by what standard are you comparing us? How many more career matches have I had than you? How many more major championships in world class organizations have I won? How about the G1? The Rumble this year? Even when I'm not winning, I'm doing better than you. And in the case of our last outing, even when I'm not beating you, I'm still beating you.

I took some time off, came back and even after a sabotaged start I managed to achieve more in six weeks than you did in a whole year. Is that what's bugging you? Is that where this jealousy is coming from - this perceived lack of merit? You've struggled so hard for so long and have nothing to show for it, where as I marched in, took my shot and made good. One title match, one victory. A perfect record. That must not compute for that little brain of yours. How could it make sense? Its so unfair! The WARHORSE's best effort means jack shit while Punk barely breaks a sweat and takes hOME the gold.

And what reeeeeeeally grinds your gears is that I don't actually give a shit about this thing you want so bad.

He jiggles the belt in his hand, drawing all eyes to the title for a moment before going on.

Despite all the other garbage that spills out of your big old mouth every time you open it, there's one little needle in the haystack that exemplifies your ass-backwards mindset more than the rest. It's this - that you keep saying I didn't beat you. That's what you focus in on. That I didn't finish the job... while charitably letting yourself off the hook, cause Jake, remember, you didn't beat me either. One more match where you just couldn't drive it home. Therein lies your worst problem in a nutshell. An inability to address failures, both underlying and obvious. Whereas me? Shit, I came in with a bumpy start and I made adjustments to account for a hostile environment. Joe here is only the most obvious one.

Standing there now with his arms crossed, Joe just continues to stare down WARHORSE while Punk finishes up.

Look how well it worked. I'm adaptable and because of that, better than you'll ever be. The first time we spoke, I told you that I saw a man who wasn't living up to his potential. That was before the Rumble. Before the four-way. Right now, I still see the same loser while all I've done since then is sharpen my game to erase any notions that I'm not the Best in the World. You will always be the guy who can't beat me and the only compliment I could possibly extend to you... is that at least you're consistent.

Except that last bit sure doesn't sound like praise with all the venom dripping off of it. The crowd isn't thrilled either, filling in the vacuum left by Punk's finishing with some heavy boos.

[rawisrey]

Bray Wyatt: Poor AJ, it's going to be okay son. I can tell already, you are not ready for this. You were Too good for your own dang good, you just HAD to win that Royal Rumble and now you're over your own head. Your hairs a mess, you've got veins popping out of you, you're shouting in anger. When you were in the ring with Multiple people in the rumble, all claiming victory over you, you spoke to them and proved your worth but now in the wake of what is truly about to happen... you can barely hold it together. You say you're not even sweating but I think it's clear that the fireflies surrounding you are heating things up faster than you thought possible. Ya know AJ, you make not respect me but you are entirely wrong if you think I don't respect you. Heck, I LOVE you A-J-STYLES. You're so fun to watch, to listen to, in fact I already had my eye on playing with you in the future but I knew you still needed some time to get ready. But you went and came to me first and, sadly it's too early to have any REAL fun with you heh heh. But I'll try and play your game a little, so if you wanna keep feeling strong and mighty go ahead and say all the bad things ya want to. I can take it all in, make fun of me, of what I do, of who I am as a person, throw up all the defensive mechanisms you've got because the fear has already overtaken you. Denial, it's the saddest stage to witness, but I truly understand it and I'm here to help you through it my friend.

Wyatt puts his hand on his heart, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

You will come at me with offense until I'm smothered, but AJ you are gonna find out in the middle of the ring you believe yourself to have built...what happens when your enemy cannot be shocked or awed. Not just won't, Can't. You are so confident and claim to have Home Field Advantage, but even when I was a broken man unknowing of my own faults...I always shined bright on the grandest stage of them all. While you, well you tend to go up in flames, and through them as well. Do you think it was an Accident that I faced Shawn Michaels a couple weeks ago, a man who claimed to be the greatest of all time and was Proving it for a while. A Man known as Mr. Wrestlemania and laid claim to my UWF Championship before he was Ever ready...He was supposed to tear the house down at Mania with Drew. I can play games AJ, lil Rey Rey grew stronger from it and he's walking into Wrestlemania a champion. But when you decide to test me, challenge my position, and take from me everything I've sacrificed for without even THINKING about it past the reward of it all...That is when I get a little upset and get carried away. Anyone who has Promise, who has GREAT upside, who is a fighter, who is in the middle of a hot streak...can be put away in a matter of seconds. That was my visual gift to you AJ, because I don't want you to put ALL the blame on yourself at Wrestlemania. If you thought you were facing a Man at Wretlemania, you were already oh so wrong. But that's not important, I just want you to know AJ...After Wrestlemania, my door will always remain open for you. I know I have a lot of friends who would love you to join them. Perhaps once you've learned how dangerous things can get, you'll be more receptive towards my Funhouse and all the friends waiting for you inside.

[Danny]

Card has been updated with the newly announced matches.

[Dres]

AJ raises his microphone for a second response.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: What exact type of danger am I supposed to be in here, Bray? You sicking those reject Muppets on me? Because, as I’ve mentioned, you’ve already proven that when it comes to us going blow-for-blow, you don’t measure up. But you continue to say this is just an example of someone being on a hot streak before it suddenly goes cold, someone showing a lot of promise and potential before their flame gets snuffed out. Well the hot streak isn’t getting put on ice by you, that’s for damn certain. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t sweating you, because while you’ve had a successful run this stint in the company and your record at this event is nearly flawless, I know what I’m capable of because I know who I am. In case you forgot, I’m AJ freakin’ Styles, a man that’s done just about everything there is to do in wrestling but there’s still a few things left on that list, and the current top is slaying you.

It’s been covered, I’m not anyone that you or I could name drop, I’m different and I’m superior but since none of them are stepping up for me to prove that officially, I’ll have to settle for putting down the guy whose opinion it is that they’re far greater. Not that it’s the first time I’ve heard it, because I remember the old days when the hot hands were the Dean Ambroses and the Daniel Bryans, when acts like The Cartel and Y.E.S. were riding high. Yours truly was an afterthought, so if you want in on a little secret, I didn’t just come back to rid the UWF of undesirables for Ethan’s sake, I’ve come to do it for my own. There’s a place in history that belongs to AJ Styles, and if I can’t go down in it with past accolades I’ll be more than happy to do it with this one. Because again, there’s a lot of hype surrounding you, a lot of mystique, and no one thinks that I can overcome what I’m standing across from, you said it yourself when you spoke of my Rumble victory not being celebrated.

But you know what? I don’t need to be patted on the back by anyone but me and my celebration will be at Wrestlemania when I prove you and all my detractors wrong and make you pay for those sins you say you can live with, but haven’t yet atoned for. You’re going to suffer for kidnapping The Will, you’re going to suffer for costing me the Intercontinental Championship, and you’re going to suffer for the mere fact that I can make you. You think AJ Styles can’t go to a dark enough place to mingle with you? Trust me, I can, but you don’t want me to go there. Because whether I’m in my, “Phenomenal” state, my, “Demi God” state, or take some other plain of being, you don’t know how to handle me and as a result, will not be victorious. You’re knowledgeable on some things: how to get to Sesame Street, where Fraggle Rock is, the ins and outs of the land of make believe, but you don’t know AJ Styles nearly as well as you think you do and that includes how to beat me no matter what Elmo or Lambchop or Freddie Fazbear want you to believe about yourself or this situation.

But I encourage you, keep rattling my cage, because even if you could conjure up an earthquake, you aren’t going to shake my confidence. Especially not hiding in your safe space instead of talking to me in this ring.

[rawisrey]

Wyatt shakes his head as he looks through the titantron at AJ Styles disapprovingly.

Bray Wyatt: Oh AJ you seem so caught up on things that not only don't matter, but aren't even true. Even the simplest of details seem to be the only thing you wanna talk about, like me not being there...but AJ don't you realize.

The titantron suddenly goes black, and while AJ is looking up towards it Bray Wyatt seemingly out of nowhere is standing behind him with a microphone.



I am Everywhere.

As soon as AJ Turns around and Bray starts to laugh, the lights go out and the titantron comes back on but the lights stay off as



I am Everything all around you, and everything around you is a riddle man. I am the dirt beneath your toes, I am the Air that is all around you. I am not only omniscient, I am eternal. You've reached your own next level and you believe that to be impressive in some way, but you man you were already down too far to come up to me. The worm crawls itself outta the mud and thinks it's found a brand new world when it feels the sun hit its skin. But that is exactly when the worm, meets the bird. Ya know what's funny man? what's Real funny? That the worm is so insignificant, it matters so little. That people enjoy the sounds of the birds chirping away as it finds more of them to eat up, that's you brotha. You may be this Grand talent, this Amazing athlete, but all it will measure up to is people enjoying the sounds and sights of your demise. And Imma make sure you give em one helluva show, but at the end of the day that is Aaaall AJ Styles is ain't he? A Show, now Bray Wyatt grew up a good ole southern boy just like you and people look down on em. But while you put the flash and lights on yourself to hide it away, I've made sure no body can ever look down on Poor Lil Bray Wyatt ever again. Cause I aint no piece of trailer trash, I'm better than you all. Ya think you're safe AJ, you're Immune to it all and that I don't know you. Maaan you ain't hard to figure out even if I didn't, but you man you aint got the slightest idea What I am. What We Are. And-

The titantron blacks out again and the lights come back to normal, as Bray Wyatt in the ring continues speaking.

That's that I haven't been hiding away or anything hahaha, I mean the sins of MY past are not hidden away or ignored, they live in my home. Greed, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy and Pride are all not only within me but over our year here I've one by one introduce them all to you. Pride, woo that one was my grand finale of introductions and it is one you're oh so familiar with. Not because of how prideful you are Mr. Demi-God, but because it's the one you've had the longest history with. He's the reason why you're an afterthought because for all those years of your Top Shelf A-Game, he was there to take it away. Bray Wyatt vs. AJ Styles is a tale as old as time, it has been running the same cycle over and over again and yet it doesn't matter the face we have on or the people we pretend to be, the result is always the same. Your Records, your Careers, your Accomplishments, I have taken them all and now that you've found a new fresh bright start...our souls are set to face each other once more...and you don't learn. Even when I try and give you visual aids, when I give you lil reminders by taking away your Intercontinental title, taking away your Will, You still think that you can overcome me. It'd be funny, if it weren't so sad...Heh Heh....Well actually yeah...it's still pretty funny hahhahaaa

Bray starts to cackle in laughter doubling over, in pain from his sides splitting. he seems ready to pass out as he desperately tries to speak in between catching his breath.

So-hah-So you see- that's my point, I'm Everywhere now AJ. This isn't about my sins, it's about yours. You've lived such a Long prosperous career, you've main evented Wrestlemania before, you've accomplished everything you can...and you proudly want more. You demand it, you almost find it as owed to you. You want all the attention, all the spotlight, you want Top Billing even as a challenger, you want and Want and Want. That's how I used to feel AJ...but it ruined my life...the reason I'm not going away and for good like you want me to this time is because I fixed it all. I was put back together, and am everything I've ever been and more. You AJ, you Lust for attention and want to Take more and more from the roster never having Enough. You envy anyone else who dares find success and you will not hesitate to unleash your wrath on them for your pride...Even then, no matter how hard a worker you are, you expect it...you lazily want it handed to you because you think that's what you deserve Demi-God. You've been brought to me not by chance, but by necessity. This isn't some scuffle between you and I, no no no... At Wrestlemania, I change you. I will be in your dreams and nightmares, forever haunting your ideas of grandeur. I want you to be free of all the wrongs I once had, Ahhahhaha Oooooh AJ I wanna put you back together again Better than EVER... and...we both know there's only One way to do that.