ROH Brotherhood, eh?
Daniels nods as he unbuttons his shirt, folding it up and putting it in his locker.
That's what we'll be calling ourselves. Good to have SOMETHING and I have to say I rather like it.
He glances over his shoulder at Gail, his expression ever so slightly nervous.
Do YOU like it?
Gail ponders for a moment, tapping her lower lip with her index finger.
...Yes, I do believe that shall be quite good. Better than good, in fact. Shows your political stance as well as paying homage to where you come from. Very clever. Punk's idea, no doubt.
Daniels nods, standing there in his boxers as he pulls a pair of black track-pants out of the locker. Gail grins as she walks over, placing her hands against the Fallen Angel's bare back.
You'll be meeting Styles today, is that correct?
Daniels shivers as the woman coos in his ear.
I'm on my way to meet up with him at the gym.
Gail's grin grows wider as her hands travel across Daniels' back up to his shoulders.
Excellent. You know what to do.
Daniels nods again, then pulls on a black T-shirt with his trademark winged ankh symbol on the front and tucks it into his pants.
I know. I'm going now.
Gail takes Daniels by the shoulders and turns him around, rising up to her toes so her lips hover just short of the Fallen Angel's.
Make me proud.
With that she steps back and with a determined look on his face Daniels heads out of the locker-room.
Hey, man. Looking good.
AJ Styles is on the treadmill, taking stride after long stride as he goes at a running pace, just short of a dash. AJ waves him a greeting as Daniels gets up on the treadmill next to Styles' and starts off at an almost leisurely jog.
Good to see you pushing yourself to get ready for Joe.
Styles shakes his head, smiling even as his chest expands with each deep breath.
Nothing... to it... This is... an easy pace... for the Phenomenal... One.
Daniels hides his grin as he picks up his speed a bit.
Good, good. Unlike me, you actually have an opponent worth something to look forward to. Maybe if you beat his ass hard enough the Samoan Fat-Ass Machine will get it through his inherently thick skull that even though he's no Eric Young he simple does NOT have the potential you do.
AJ runs faster and faster as Daniels speaks on, his determination building up with each word.
The way you're pushing yourself, he won't even realize it's the same man he's faced before that he'll be looking across the ring at. I just can see it, your power growing. Step by step you're growing stronger, faster, better. There is NOTHING that you cannot do. You are going to destroy Joe and take back the X Division title.
Faster and faster AJ's legs work as he's going at a mad, break-neck dash to top his set on the treadmill off, driven by Daniels' words.
Joe is beneath you and he's getting left further and further behind as you reach greater and greater heights. You're soaring, AJ, and there's NOTHING that's outside your reach if you just set your mind to it.
AJ's teeth are clenched, his eyes closed as his sore, almost cramping legs pump faster still. He's approaching his limit, but the Phenomenal One pushes himself harder, trying to push himself beyond any limits.
You are the Phenomenal One and you will be the next X Division Champion. All you need to do is reach out and claim what is yours.
Slowly Styles' strides begin to slow down as he eases into a stop, falling to his knees the moment his legs stop moving. He can feel the muscles on them burning with strain, but he smiles, looking up at the smiling Daniels.
There is nothing you can't do. Nothing.