"For over the past year... all I've had time to do was think. I couldn't walk under my own power, I went to rehab, I had undergone surgeries, you've heard all the stories. And now I feel so rejuvenated... humble... alive." Warner was animated with his speech, using his hands to almost emphasize the impact of his words. Rejuvenated. Humble. Alive. Throw out the AJ Warner of old and introduce him as a new man. Before he continued, the Shooter stopped in his tracks and looked down at the ground once more, pondering his next choice of words. He needed to convey two contradictory ideas: change and continuity. "But one thing hasn't changed about the Shooter: I'm selfish." Once again, Warner's personality lit up as both his oration and actions moved a step quicker it seemed. Perhaps the visible anxiousness and years of a "Woe-is-Me" attitude, it was habitual for the Suplex Shooter to progressively become more and more passionate about the words behind his message. "Because no matter how people perceive it, being selfish has made me survive. I've taken a lot from this world, because I've had the world take from me. And I know how the world works, reality is my shtick, alright? There's never going to be a day where the world isn't going to take from someone, whether it's a family member in their house, a meal on their table or a dream snatched from your hands. The world will try to set rules and guidelines on how you're going to live your lives, but me nahhhhh man, not me. I like to think of myself as the modern day Robin Hood. The world may take but its people will stop and stare when the universe is taken from, so I've made most of my career out of trying to get even. So all that time spent thinking... plotting my revenge? I've come up with a few ideas."
An index finger glided under the chin of AJ as he started to pace back and forth again, more relaxed than the emotion conveyed. The left side of his jaw rested on his chin as he thought about the possibilities. "I could go on strike... but then again, that would prevent me from implementing change on the scum in that lockerroom. Maybe I oughta collect a few more materials and call myself world champion a few more times, but the title itself... it's just, not, the same." AJ now changed his direction and took a couple steps towards the camera, his upper-chest and head swarming almost the entire shot. A cold-blooded gaze was being sent through the airwaves of the internet as marks and 'smarks' alike were waiting for some confirmation to validate their claims. "What I want isn't a belt, because see, the iron fist rules far more than any strap. You can shine it up, add a few nice animations on there, and at the end of the day... it's just a belt. I used to chase this 'championship' around and expect change to implement itself, but that was nothing but a cold-blooded lie. So I decided to assume the role of the iron fist. Whether its for fun, for old time's sake, for vengeance... I can turn this world upside down at Sanitarium. And I got a reeeaaaallll good idea on how to do it, too. Because this time? I ain't coming alone."
And turning around to walk off into the distance of the retired small town was a veteran who was still as bitter as he ever was, and his solution was spelled out perfectly across the back of his jacket:
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