Sunday mornings were supposed to be easy. One wouldn't envision a trip to church as being so stressful. But meeting the father of your love interest, a beautiful British diva, was never a fun task. Especially when you quickly discovered how little the parental figure thought of you. Throw in a good, but obnoxious, friend and agent and things go from bad to worse. This was the situation AJ Styles currently found himself in. But his fortune could only go up from here, right?
..Wrong. Very wrong. AJ knew something was amiss. He was been locked inside of the sanctuary and could find no exit. He began to fear for his children, his girlfriend, her father, his friend William and his father the Reverend. He wasn't sure where to turn until a youthful scream filled his ears. Like any good father, AJ bolted in that direction while firmly holding the hand of his second born son Avery. The wide doors leading to the main area of the church where the sermons took place seemed to be the only kind that weren't locked. The door was shoved open and AJ got an eye full of the terrible situation he was now facing. The pew's were entirely empty but upon the modest stage a different scene was taking place.
The Reverend was hurt. Blood dripped from his face. His glasses were shattered. He was barely holding onto consciousness. He sat slumped against Brian Kendrick who himself was seated against a pulpit. He stroked the poor man's face and even though his hair hung in front of his face, it was obvious that his eye's were locked upon AJ Styles.
Layla El and her father stood off in a corner of the room. Helpless. Ajay, the eldest son of Styles, hid behind the diva and clung tightly to her waist. He sobbed silently which was not a sight any father wanted to witness.
It soon became apparent why Layla and her father had no room to act. Standing beside the pulpit was Kendrick's annoying gal pal Tiffany. She held AJ's youngest son in her arms with a grin on her glitter covered face. The nearly two year old just seemed lost and confused.
Styles' friend and agent William William's was laying face first on the church floor. He more than likely attempted to keep his father from harm and paid a price for it. Courtesy of Tyler Reks and Paul London who were standing over his battered form. His expensive suit was torn from the struggle. A pool of blood formed from his head.
| AJ Styles | You piece of..!!
AJ bolted forward but was quickly stopped in his tracks once he realized how much harm could come to his loved ones.
| Brian Kendrick | Let's try and watch the language in front of the kid's. This is also God's house, AJ..
Kendrick shoved the wounded Reverend aside and stepped over to Styles. He stood just a short distance from him. AJ was dressed to the nine's and clean cut and Kendrick..wasn't. They couldn't have possibly been further apart in terms of character in personality. And it must have took a painful amount of restraint for AJ not to attack Brian at this exact moment. Kendrick spoke to him in a slow deliberate pace.
| Brian Kendrick | ..And this..is why people..typically..don't 'call me out'..
Kendrick turned from AJ and spread his arms outwards. He had no reason to be afraid. He knew AJ wasn't going to pull anything with so many unfortunate things that could happen to his loved one's hanging over his head. AJ's features could be seen tensing up.
| Brian Kendrick | ..I tend to take things a little too far. I've got no restraints! Unlike you. You've got your God, your religion, your brats, your little girlfriend, your buddy..you've got so many things people like me can use against you. And let's not forget..you asked for this.
Kendrick strolled over to Tiffany who was still holding AJ's youngest son. He lowered his face so that he was at eye level with the child and smiled.
| Brian Kendrick | ..Aw.
| AJ Styles | Touch him and I'll paralyze you. Leave them out of this!
| Brian Kendrick | I wouldn't dare. But YOU..
Kendrick stepped over to Layla who gave him a world ending scowl. Her father took her arm and held it tightly, fearing for his daughter.
| Brian Kendrick | ..You I would touch.
| Layla | Go. To. Hell.
| Brian Kendrick | Hello! House of God! Does that not mean anything to you? You people, I swear..
Brian studied Layla carefully and peeked over her. Her looked over her shoulder and gave a thumbs up to AJ. Layla pulled back a hand to slap him but her father wisely stopped her from doing so.
| Brian Kendrick | You've done well, Styles! This one has a GREAT ass! But I think she's more Paul's type..
London stepped over to the festivities but not before kicking William in the ribs which caused an audible grunt of pain. He ran a few fingers through Layla's hair who looked entirely disgusted.
| AJ Styles | Don't touch her!
| Paul London | Hello, my little peach. I bet you could learn to love me. I bet I could teach you to love me..would you be interested in some sexual positions and emotional investments?
AJ having seen and heard enough charged forward.
| Brian Kendrick | TIFFANY! THROW THAT KID INTO A WALL!
The threat stopped AJ in his tracks once again. The voice Kendrick had used to deliver it was gruffer than his usual speaking voice. Almost demonic. London shoved AJ into one of the pews behind him.
| Paul London | Aw. Having trouble? Have a seat.
He proceeded to toss some liquor from a bottle onto AJ's chest. From someone who had struggled with alcohol in the past, this was a slap in the face.
| Paul London | Have a drink. You look like a man who takes himself too seriously. Do you want my opinion? You need to lighten up.
| Brian Kendrick | I love that choice of words!
Removing a rather large lighter from his pocket, Kendrick drew dangerously close to AJ and the flammable liquid on his clothing. AJ looked panicked at first but his emotions quickly became frozen. His eyes became cold and his words came out deadpan and monotone.
| AJ Styles | You had better do it. Because, I swear to you, when I get my hands on you..for this..I will hurt you. I will put you in the ground.
The two stared at one another for a long moment. Kendrick closed the lighter and threw it over his should where it landed with a soft thud.
| Brian Kendrick | A challenge! Oh, will you, tough guy? I don't believe you. Your GOD won't allow that. You don't have that in you. But do you know what? I'll give you a sporting chance to prove that this Sunday. That sounds very interesting to me. I want to see what you're capable of. I pushed Cena pretty far but he was different. You're just a choir boy.
| AJ Styles | AND YOU'RE A COWARD! My family had nothing to do with this!
Kendrick struck something of a thoughtful pose as he scratched at his chin. Nothing came from it. He only shrugged his shoulders.
| Brian Kendrick | Eh. Reks. Kick him in the face.
This instruction was quickly obliged as Tyler Rek's large boot came flying against the side of AJ's head. He fell to the floor and London and Kendrick joined him, stomping away at Styles' body. Screams ran out. Men, a woman and children. They didn't stop until AJ was bloody as well. Once they were finished, the group began to stroll away. Tiffany had placed the child down. AJ's loved one's crowded around him in varying states of panic and shock. Kendrick and his posse were long gone at this point. But it was clear that this was only just the beginning.
