Post by Kayda Erikson on Apr 30, 2012 1:54:32 GMT -5
The sound of a motorcycle is heard as the camera is focused on the parking lot outside the Devils May Cry arena. The engine gets louder as the motorcycle and it's rider appear in focus of the camera, slowing down as they approach the parking lot before turning into a parking space near the back corner of the lot. The camera stays where it as as the motorcycle is turned off and the rider dismounts, his back towards the camera. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket with "Phenomenal" outlined in gold, as he pulls the black helmet off his head, hangs it on the handle bars and turns to face the camera confirming the suspicions that the rider is The Phenomenal One himself.
AJ Styles: Devils May Cry. The night is finally here, and what an appropriate night it is.
AJ looks towards the sky, and the camera follows his gaze. A few clouds hang in the sky, eerily looming above the arena. AJ's glance returns to the camera as he continues.
AJ Styles: As the name says, it's a night where the actions taking place in that arena is so brutal that the devil himself cries. Now, I don't know about the devil, but Genesis? He's spent the last few months making it his personal goal to eliminate me from the company, even going so far as to threaten my family and promise such pain and suffering enough that I won't be coming home to my boys tonight. You know what, Gen? You're probably right. I won't be going home to my family tonight, but I won't be in the hospital all night, oh no. I'll be in a church praying to God and hoping that He can forgive me for everything that I did to you tonight.
A Last Man Standing match isn't for the faint of heart, and it sure as hell isn't for guys who have a sense of compassion. The whole point is to beat your opponent so badly that they can't answer a 10 count. You may have beat me in the past, Genesis, and you may even think that you have an advantage having Shia Storm on your side. But all you have, is a target. A target that's been on your back since the day I beat you for this championship.
AJ points to the GZWA Television Championship wrapped around his waist.
AJ Styles: And there's one thing that I don't know if people know about me. When I have a target in front of me, I don't miss. I make it my goal to eliminate it. There may have been a point along the way where I respected you, Genesis. But when you brought up my boys, the respect that I had turned into a fear. Not a fear of you, no. A fear of what I can become capable of when I'm threatened. A fear of what I would do to you being put in a situation where I have the opportunity to beat you within an inch of your life with nothing stopping me but my own knowledge of right and wrong and at the point that you've brought me to over these last few months, that line is so obscured that although God may forgive me for what I am about to do, I might not even be able to forgive myself.
I hope you and Shia have a plan out there tonight because mine is to go out there and prove why I am GZWA Television Champion and after I leave you lying in a pool of your own blood gasping for what little air you might manage to get, you'll be praying too...from a hospital bed...that you survive.
AJ unclasps the gold from around his waist and hoists it over his right shoulder. He opens the door to the arena and walks inside as the camera goes black.
AJ Styles: Devils May Cry. The night is finally here, and what an appropriate night it is.
AJ looks towards the sky, and the camera follows his gaze. A few clouds hang in the sky, eerily looming above the arena. AJ's glance returns to the camera as he continues.
AJ Styles: As the name says, it's a night where the actions taking place in that arena is so brutal that the devil himself cries. Now, I don't know about the devil, but Genesis? He's spent the last few months making it his personal goal to eliminate me from the company, even going so far as to threaten my family and promise such pain and suffering enough that I won't be coming home to my boys tonight. You know what, Gen? You're probably right. I won't be going home to my family tonight, but I won't be in the hospital all night, oh no. I'll be in a church praying to God and hoping that He can forgive me for everything that I did to you tonight.
A Last Man Standing match isn't for the faint of heart, and it sure as hell isn't for guys who have a sense of compassion. The whole point is to beat your opponent so badly that they can't answer a 10 count. You may have beat me in the past, Genesis, and you may even think that you have an advantage having Shia Storm on your side. But all you have, is a target. A target that's been on your back since the day I beat you for this championship.
AJ points to the GZWA Television Championship wrapped around his waist.
AJ Styles: And there's one thing that I don't know if people know about me. When I have a target in front of me, I don't miss. I make it my goal to eliminate it. There may have been a point along the way where I respected you, Genesis. But when you brought up my boys, the respect that I had turned into a fear. Not a fear of you, no. A fear of what I can become capable of when I'm threatened. A fear of what I would do to you being put in a situation where I have the opportunity to beat you within an inch of your life with nothing stopping me but my own knowledge of right and wrong and at the point that you've brought me to over these last few months, that line is so obscured that although God may forgive me for what I am about to do, I might not even be able to forgive myself.
I hope you and Shia have a plan out there tonight because mine is to go out there and prove why I am GZWA Television Champion and after I leave you lying in a pool of your own blood gasping for what little air you might manage to get, you'll be praying too...from a hospital bed...that you survive.
AJ unclasps the gold from around his waist and hoists it over his right shoulder. He opens the door to the arena and walks inside as the camera goes black.
