.|[scene]|. The WME cameras fade up. AJ Styles is seen, standing outside an unmarked door. The cameras don't look around, instead just focus on Styles. He wears his hood over his head, and the TV Title neatly draped over his shoulder. Styles strokes his chin, with a smirk then looks toward the camera.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Mick Foley...The Hardcore Icon. Right? Heh..WRONG! I got news for each and every one of you watching, and for you Foley, you overweight, washed-up piece of steamin' crap...Hahaha..You're nothin. You're nothin compared to the Phenomenon that is, AJ Styles. Mr. McMahon, he couldn't have made a better decision when he was looking for someone to put your sorry ass against...Because believe me, Foley..There's no one better then to kick your fat ass from one side of that ring to the other, then The Phenomenal One, the Television Champ baby..

.|[scene]|. Styles smacks the face of the Television Title several times, chuckling.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- AJ Styles! ..And ya know Foley, if it's one thing you'll learn. It's that AJ Styles is full of suprises...Yea, you look at me. And you call me a snot-nosed punk, or whatever that shit is that you're spittin. But like I said Mick, I'm FULL of suprises..And it just so happens, that right behind this door here...

.|[scene]|. Styles places his hand on the unmarked door.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- I have a SUPRISE..for you. Believe me Mick, expense WAS spared because let's be honest. Nobody would pay a damn cent for you. Heh, actually..lemmie take that back. There's alot of morons who pay for tickets, to come see Mick Foley. To stand in the crowd, and shout at the top of their lungs for you Mick. At the same time, messin' up there shirts with mustard and ketchup from foot longs. Their fat, overweight, dirty, stinkin', and livin in their parent's basements. Heh, sound familiar Mick? Anyway Foley, I'll spare you..and everyone else, all of AJ Styles' fans watchin this, the suspense..I said I had a suprise for you Mick, and I do..So without further adeu, Ladies and Gentlemen.....

.|[scene]|. Styles turns the door handle and enters the room. Its a black room, with nothing but a light hanging from the ceiling. Don Callis standing in one of his suits, arms folded and smiling. And TERRY FUNK sitting in a steel folding chair, arms tied behind his back, legs tied together, blind-folded and gagged. He has his head hung low and blood is dripping from his hair. Styles sniggers as he stands next to the beaten, battered, and bloodied Terry Funk.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- TERRY...FUNK! The original Hardcore Icon himself..Oh, and your good friend Mick..Hell, haha..Probably your only damn friend. But Mick, I hope this is a big suprise for you. Because I know that you and Terry here haven't hung out in awhile. Well now's your chance to say hey to your old friend Mick Foley.....

.|[scene]|. Styles graps a handful of Terry's blood-soaked, stringy hair as he lifts his head up, revealing his blood-covered face.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Hmmmm...Ya know somethin Terry, I know you're gettin older and older but damn..You're lookin for your age these days..Hahaha...

.|[scene]|. Styles lets go of Terry's head, as he sinks his head low again. AJ then adjusts his TV Title over his shoulder.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- I hope this puts an idea into your head Mick..an idea, of what you've gotten yourself into..The point is, you should have never booked Mr. McMahon against The Undertaker. Because he did something, ten times as bad to you..I hope you like this picture Mick..I hope you like seeing this sorry sonuva bitch, who's not that different from you, bloodied and beaten..Because its exactly what you're gonna look like come Monday's Slam..Hardcore legend, or no Hardcore Legend. I could give a damn..You're washed-up Mick. Me, on the other hand. AJ Styles, heh. I'm the Epitome of the Next Generation baby. And you, just like this piece of shit here, are obsolete...

.|[scene]|. Styles smacks Terry over the back of the head, as Terry lets out a small grunt. Obviously half-concious and started by the smack.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- What? What was that Terry? I can't hear you..Speak up you sonuva bitch...

.|[scene]|. Styles smacks Terry over the back of the head a second time. And a third. He then sniggers, and turns to Callis.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Callis, do me a favor. Take the gag off this stupid bastard so we can hear what he has to say..So Mick Foley can hear what his best friend has to say after he got his ass handed to him by the Phenomenon...

-|[ 'The Virus' Don Callis ]|- Haha. Alright, but I don't think he's gonna' be saying that much of anything, AJ...

.|[scene]|. Callis walks over, and removes the gag out of Terry's mouth. Terry spits a few times, and starts breathing heavily in and out of his mouth.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Now's your chance, you piece of shit..Say what you have to say, and speak up...

.|[scene]|. Styles smacks Terry on the back of the head.

-|[ 'The Funker' Terry Funk ]|- FUCK YOU...You...SONUVA..BITCH!...

.|[scene]|. Styles immediately starts unloading on Funk. The chair falls over bringing Terry down with it, as Styles is stomping away on him and Funk is screaming in pain with every stomp. Styles then gives him a few kicks to the gut, as Callis has to hold him back.

-|[ 'The Virus' Don Callis ]|- STOP! STOP! Your gunna kill the old bastard...

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Alright, alright. I'm cool, I'm cool. How'd you like that, Terry? Huh? Bet you don't feel like that much of a Hardcore Icon, do you? Not so fuckin' tough now, are ya? No..You're not..Just like that idiot Mick Foley..you run your mouth, about being a Hardcore legend. About being the toughest sonuva bitch this business has ever seen. Heh..Gimmie a break...

.|[scene]|. Styles crouches down, removing the blind-fold off of Terry's eyes. He tosses it aside, then graps Terry by the face.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Look at me. Listen up gramps..You're lookin, at the future of this business. You got that? Remember this name..AJ..FUCKIN' STYLES..I'm the Television Champion. But that ain't the end of it. Nah. Guys like you. They belong in nursing homes. And since you haven't already checked in, I'm gonna do you a favor. And personally CONFINE your ass to one...

.|[scene]|. Styles stands up and gives Terry a few more swift kicks to the gut, as Terry starts to spit up blood. He starts coughing violently as Styles smirks at him.

-|[ 'The Funker' Terry Funk ]|- mother..fu..uhh

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- Ah shut the hell up. You belong in a hospital bed. And after this, you will be. But don't worry Terry. You won't be alone. No, because that sonuva bitch. MICK..FOLEY..will be right behind you. Laying right next to you. That is, after this Monday. After Mick Foley gets caught up in the STYLES CLASH...But ya know somethin, heh, call me crazy! But...

.|[scene]|. Styles strokes his chin as he paces back and forth.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- I just don't think the message has been conveyed clear enough to Mick Foley. I mean, hell if I know Mick like I think I do. He's probably watchin this, thinkin to himself how bad. How bad he just can't wait to get into the ring, to TRY and kick AJ Styles ass. But that's not the goal we're trying to reach, is it Terry? No, its not. Mick, I'm trying to put the idea into your head. That when you walk into that arena on Monday, and you feel those butterflies in your stomach. And this beating I'm giving your friend is in the back of your mind. That you'll wanna turn around, and walk right out of the arena. So Mick, pay close..CLOSE..attention...

.|[scene]|. Styles hands the TV Title to Callis. He then starts stomping away on Terry. He removes the ties on Terry's hands, then from around his ankles. He lifts Terry's limp body up, and holds him up by his hair. Styles starts unloading rights to the head of Terry, further opening the wound and causing more blood to run down Terry's face. He then sends Terry into the wall as he hits it with a SPLAT! Terry backs up, as Styles kicks him in the gut. He then hits the STYLES CLASH! face down onto the cement. Styles stands up, and looks down at Terry's motionless body.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- See that Mick? That's for you..That's whats waiting for you on Monday. You're washed-up Mick. You're career, its over. Your ass..is DONE! Heh, but don't take my word for it. Nah, I'll prove it. Monday Night Slam. When the Phenomenal One checks your ass into the hospital. Then the next obvious step, the retirement home. Mick, I'll see your fat ass on Monday. Oh, and to put a period on all this.

.|[scene]|. Styles lifts up Terry's head. He reers back and SPITS right into his face. He then drops Terry's head as he goes face down, laying in a pool of his own blood. Styles nudges Terry's motionless body with his foot, then turns to Callis.

-|[ 'The Phenomenal One' AJ Styles ]|- C'mon. Let's get the hell outta here.

.|[scene]|. Styles takes his TV Title back from Callis, as he places it over his shoulder. Styles wears that usual cocky smirk across his face, as he and Callis exit the scene and the WME cameras fade to black.