AJ gave a repressed moan of pleasure. She lay back on the mattress and pressed her head deep into the pillow, inhaling the scent of recently-laundered material. The soft silk of the bed sheets encompassed her naked skin.
Her muscles ached for the second time that night. The first time it happened, it was of stress, of pain. The second time, it was of pleasure- so deep she couldn't find words to describe it.
She closed her eyes and turned onto her side, her hand reaching out right where she wanted it to, where she knew where it would be. She felt the firmness of her beloved, the hardness of the centre, the tease of the curves.
A content sigh passed through her lips. "God, I love you," she murmured.
She felt movement on the spot next to her, followed by an all-too familiar voice. "You know, you're not supposed to say that until after the third round."
She opened her eyes. "What makes you think I was talking to you?"
Her companion raised his eyebrow. "Who else would you be talking to?"
AJ gave a smile and lifted up what was separating her from him. "I think I like it better. It has a firmer core."
CM Punk snorted. "Now you're just being ridiculous."
AJ smirked. "Doubt it."
She lay on her back and draped the Diva's championship over her naked breasts.
"You'd better be careful," Punk remarked. "You keep that thing there too long, it's gonna knock your size back down to AA."
"You're just jealous because you're not the one on them."
"Pretty sure I made up for that earlier."
"And if you behave, you just might be on them again."
"When was the last time you saw me behave?"
"Hmm, good point." Grinning, AJ moved the title belt to the side and rolled over to face Punk. Her lover. Her real lover. "You never did like playing by the rules."
"Nope." Punk shook his head.
AJ chuckled. "Better be careful Dean Ambrose doesn't sue you for gimmick infringement."
"He wants to fight, he knows where to find me."
"And I'm sure he'd regret it. But he's not here right now. I am."
"You and your mistress."
"What, the Diva's championship?" She waved a hand. "Now who's being ridiculous?"
"You seem pretty attached to it."
"Of course. I worked my ass off to win it. That doesn't mean I plan on having sex with it."
"Oh God!" Punk slapped a hand over his eyes. "I just got mental pictures!"
AJ gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Ass."
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yours or mine?"
"Well, I was gonna say mine, but yours isn't half bad either."
AJ rose up and climbed over on top of him. Punk raised an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to say something when he felt her knee plant itself firmly between his legs. "This is a very dangerous place to be," he remarked.
"You got that right," she replied smoothly.
"You mind moving it?"
"Oh, I don't know." She pressed herself up against him even more, feeling the heat radiating off him. Feeling his body react to her touch. "I kinda like it where it is."
"Thought beating Kaitlyn tonight would have taken the most sadistic parts out of you."
"Who said anything about being sadistic? That was foreplay to me."
A look alien to Punk crossed his face. "Beating your former best friend into a bloody pulp was foreplay to you?"
AJ rolled her eyes and slid off him to her own side of the bed. "Please. You make it sound like I'm some kind of psycho." She stopped and stared right at him. "You don't think that... do you?"
The Straight-Edge Superstar merely gave a shrug. "Not my place to judge what you do to your 'friends'."
"It wasn't my fault!" AJ said, suddenly agitated. "It was supposed to be Eve! It was supposed to be her face I smashed beyond repair! It was supposed to be her I made squeal like the bitch she is! Then she had to go and quit after Kaitlyn beat her! What was I supposed to do? Let them book another worthless eight Diva tag match that lasts two minutes?"
Punk lay silent, absorbing the rant. He'd never admit to being a saint- he was pretty sure if there was a God, his straight-edge lifestyle wouldn't make up for all the sins he'd committed in his life- but compared to the girl lying beside him, well, he was as close to getting a harp as he'd ever be.
"You tell me, what was I supposed to do?" AJ ranted on, her face becoming more distorted and devilish by the moment. "Just let that Chyna wanna-be show me up? You remember how she came after me?"
Punk did indeed remember. He recalled all too well that moment on Raw watching backstage as AJ celebrated in the ring following a mixed tag team match where she and Dolph Ziggler had beaten Natalya and the Great Khali. Dolph had left the ring for one moment to taunt Khali as the giant stumbled back to the dressing room; at that moment, the two-toned Texan had emerged from the crowd, entered the ring and tackled the Geek Goddess, much to the delight of the fans. A month of pent-up frustration had taken hold in the Houstonian, who was now hell-bent on revenge on AJ for breaking her leg, and it was only through the combined efforts of Ziggler and Big E Langston that they were able to pull the tiny Diva out of the ring.
Punk remembered being backstage, wanting to run out and help AJ. But of course, that was out of the question; AJ was supposed to be Dolph's girl, and any interference from the self-proclaimed Best in the World would have blown the lid off their affair. So he had been forced to wait.
And wait. And wait.
"Well, I showed her." AJ's face now showed a truly devilish grin. She stared off into the distance, as if recalling the moment from the last few hours ago. "I really showed the bitch just what happens when you try to mess with me. I showed her, didn't I?"
"Oh yeah, you did." Punk wasn't just paying lip service. He had watched her match against Kaitlyn for Diva's championship earlier that night, the first time he had watched a women's WrestleMania match- or any women's match- with great interest. The fans had seemed emotionally invested in the match too- and why shouldn't they? It was the first decent Diva's match at WrestleMania in what? Seven years? Damn, that made Trish Stratus and Mickie James seem old.
AJ had won the match, of course. But that really didn't matter. She could have won a hundred times during their unprecedented near-twenty minute match. She was the Diva's champion- and she also may very well have ended Kaitlyn's career.
She had attacked the Houstonian's leg unsurprisingly, trying to chop Kaitlyn down to her size. Kaitlyn seemed to have expected it, however, and used her strong physique to toss AJ from one end of the ring to another. The Last Woman Standing clause meant they could do pretty much anything to each other and bring anything to the table.
And they had brought a table, along with chairs, kendo sticks, even the ring-bell. Things happened in that match that couldn't have happened even in a fantasy match in WWE '13. And the fans- at least those who were over the age of ten- loved it. They watched as Kaitlyn delivered a huge superplex off the top rope, sending AJ crashing through a table in the ring. The challenger just barely managed to make it to her feet, only to be clocked in the stomach and then the back with the ring-bell. The two used so many outside objects on each other it was a miracle either of them could stand at all.
Unfortunately for Kaitlyn fans, their hope of the Texan gaining revenge was eventually cut short near the eighteen minute mark. Kaitlyn threw AJ out to the floor, and referee Mike Chioda sternly told her to keep it in the ring. Neither of them noticed AJ reach under the ring curtain and pull out a lead pipe. As Kaitlyn reached through the ropes to grab her opponent, AJ wheeled and clocked the champion right in the face. Kaitlyn fell backwards like a sack of potatoes and rolled around in the ring, clutching her head in pain. AJ, pipe in hand, slipped back in the ring and Chioda began the count.
AJ could have easily won right there. But she didn't want that.
Instead, she knelt down beside the fallen Houstonian, wrapped the pipe around her neck and yanked back as hard as she could.
"Do you have any idea how good it felt to wrap it around her soft throat and choke the life out of her?" AJ murmured. Punk looked over and saw, with a measure of jealousy, that she was in the midst of a closed-eyed near orgasm all on her own. "How much pleasure I got from it?"
And oh, what pleasure that had been. She remembered being in the ring, listening to the crowd gasp as she wrapped the metal bar around her former best friend's neck and pulled back with all the strength she had. Kaitlyn had gasped as well and her hands grabbed the pipe in an attempt to prevent the life from being choked out of her. But AJ had her right where she wanted her, and the only way the pipe was coming off Kaitlyn's neck was if AJ allowed it.
And she wouldn't allow it. Not until she had that damn belt.
She didn't know how long she held her ex-friend in that hold, but she did remember murmuring in her ear. Not a taunt- a verse from a song.
Push me away, make me fall
Just to see, another side of me.
Push me away, you can see
What I see, the other side of me.
Ah yes, the chorus of the theme song of one of her favourite pay-per-views, Vengeance 2002. She remembered all too well watching the main event on a rabbit-eared television not too far from here in her home in Union City. The Undertaker defended his Undisputed Championship against Kurt Angle and The Rock; unlike tonight, the Great One had prevailed. It had been a great match, but what she really dug were the hard tunes of the theme song, Downfall by Trust Company. It fit with her current lifestyle after all, so why not introduce Kaitlyn to it?
Right up close and personal of course.
Beneath her, the two-toned champion's grip was loosening. The blood flow to Kaitlyn's brain was being cut off, causing the edges of her vision to flicker and darken. Even though AJ was a good 20 pounds lighter than her, the positioning of the challenger made her much stronger.
As for what AJ was thinking now, well… she couldn't explain it, but for some reason she heard entrance music. Randy Orton's entrance music. And they didn't come from the speakers, but from within her own mind.
I have voices in my head,
They counsel me, they understand…
Her grip on the pipe tightened even further. Kaitlyn's air supply was completely cut off now. AJ could see the Diva's championship now. Feel it. Taste it…
They counsel me, they understand.
They counsel me, they understand.
"…want me to win!" AJ screamed right into Kaitlyn's ear. "You hear that, Katie? They're cheering for me! ME! NOT YOU!"
She wasn't expecting a response, and she didn't get one.
They tell me things that I will do,
They show me things I'll do to you…
She had held on as Kaitlyn's legs kicked up and down in a feeble attempt to buck her off. After a while, everything became unfocused for her. The match, the crowd, everything became one giant blur. She saw nothing, heard nothing. She didn't feel Kaitlyn's body go limp under her.
They talk to me.
What she did feel was Mike Chioda grab her shoulders and try to pull her off. "AJ! AJ, stop! You're gonna kill her!"
Those words got her attention. She let the pipe fall from her hands and looked down as her former best friend collapsed on the mat. Kaitlyn was unconscious, a dark bruise already forming on her throat. Her back moving up and down was the only indication she was still alive. A thin river of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.
AJ stood up and backed into a corner as Chioda began the count.
"One! Two! Three! Four!"
The crowd started chanting along with him. AJ looked out at the New York/New Jersey crowd and a wave of pride swept over her. These were her fans. Hers. They were cheering the hometown girl from Union City. They had just witnessed history and they were about to witness more.
"Five! Six! Seven!"
AJ could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Just three more.
"Eight! Nine! Ten!"
DING, DING, DING!
Let's light it up!
Light it up, light it up, light it tonight!
Let's light it up!
AJ could hardly hear her music over the roar of the crowd. She literally felt her eyes well up as Chioda handed her what she had been seeking for months.
"The winner of this match, and NEW WWE Diva's Champion, AJ Lee!"
The crowd roared its approval as AJ raised her prize in victory. As he raised her hand, Chioda warned her to just celebrate her victory and leave Kaitlyn alone; the now ex-champion was being attended to WWE medical personnel. She couldn't tell over the roar of the crowd, but she was sure she heard the words 'crushed larynx' and 'career over' being used.
AJ could care less. She was the Diva's champion.
Dolph and Big E soon joined her in the ring. Dolph immediately swept her up in his arms and crushed her mouth against his. She knew Punk would be watching and would see it, but that didn't matter. She would play her part now, and give her true love a much better treat later.
"So what did you tell old Ziggy?" Punk asked. He was a little surprised when AJ was able to slip away from her 'boyfriend' so easily.
"To go out and celebrate with Biggy," she replied simply, twirling a strand of her hair as she looked up the ceiling. "I'd wager a Collector's Edition of Mass Effect 3 he ends up trashed and in bed with those two twin bimbos before dawn."
"And you don't care?"
"Why should I? I'm just playing a part on TV. It's not like I really care about him or anything."
"Even with all the AJ + Dolph 4ever stuff you wrote in your diary?"
"What can I say? I'm a method actor."
"Damn. Hate to be him when he finds out."
"Yeah. It'll break his heart." She shrugged. "Big deal." She dismissed the man's feelings as casually as she dismissed an ant she had just crushed on the sidewalk.
"When are you going to tell him?" Punk asked.
"Oh, I won't. You are."
Punk stared. "Me?"
"I'm not the 'Dear Ziggy' kind of guy."
AJ giggled. "Really? I think you'd look cute doing it."
"I'd rather drink a full case of Corona!"
"Come on, you don't even have to sign your name to it!"
"So how would I sign it? 'The guy who stole your crazy chick'?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'GTS'."
Punk raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
"Sure." AJ smirked. "Much more in your face."
Punk's lips twisted into a small smile. They widened when she climbed on top of him again. "I like the way you think."
"I'm glad. I was worried I'd have to hurt you to make you do it. You can be real hard-headed sometimes. If two Tombstones couldn't get through, I wasn't sure anything could."
The smile disappeared from the former WWE Champion's face at the mention of the big 'T' word. Unlike her, his match hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped; The Undertaker's WrestleMania streak was alive and well. Punk was the 1 he said he'd be, alright- in 21 and 0. It got inside his head a lot more than showed. Hoping to change the topic, he said, "You didn't answer my question: when are you going to tell Ziggler?"
"Oh, I don't know. A month. Maybe two. Maybe three."
"Why so long?"
AJ smiled. "Because," she said, tracing her hand down his chest, "I want you to be fully ready for it."
"What is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
"It means you're not 100%. Not physically. Not mentally. Tonight took a lot out of you. You still have The Undertaker on your mind. When we do this, the only person I want you focused on is Dolph."
"What about that black King Kong Bundy he keeps around?"
AJ giggled at his blatant disregard for political correctness. "Don't worry. I'll take care of him."
"That doesn't reassure me."
"Relax. We'll have this all under control." She leaned over him, her hair encircling the pillow around his head. "Nothing will be able to stop us. It's our destiny. Until then, relax. Take a break for a little bit. You've earned it. You don't have to be gone too long- just enough so that everyone will be caught off guard when you come back. And when you do…"
She positioned herself over him. Punk looked up as she paused. "When I do what?"
She smiled. "We're going to set the whole fucking WWE on fire."
As she said that, the two bodies joined once again.
The fire had been set.
And the seeds were planted for a new brand of chaos that would take the WWE by storm.
This is the type of match I wish had taken place at WrestleMania. It could have been great. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. But I at least get to hear what you think here. :)