Aj Styles and you are enemies, ever since you've met.

he hates you for how of a sunshine and sweet you are, and you hate him for being a dick.

you both are partners for a mix match, going against the Miz and Maryse.

you're in a shared locker room, sitting on a bench.

Aj just came inside the room, and glares at you.

"I can't f*cking believe this." he mumbles to himself as he walks to his locker, in front of yours.