Corporate Suits

Confessed Truth

[ Heavy Dialogue Warning ]

While Nikki recovered with the company of her friends and loved ones, AJ was back at home- their home with Hunter, Stephanie, Vince and some policemen surrounding them as she sat on her couch with a straitjacket on with the other people on the other side of the coffee table.

"Damn. Why couldn't I have gotten like a black or pink straitjacket? This tan looks so dingy and old." She pouts.

"Focus, April!" Vince huffed. "You were such a bright talent, I can't believe you stooped so low to do this. You're not the April I know."

She smirks, "Face it Vincent, you've never known me. Actually, none of you know me. You should've known I was crazy- overall that's what I got paid for."

The Chairman shakes his head in disgust, looking away and that prompts the detective to start his investigation.

"April Jeanette Mendez. Born March 19th, 1987. Had a former spouse by the name of Phil Brooks, married in 2014 and divorced in 2015."

AJ giggles.

"And what the hell is so funny?" Stephanie frowns.

"M-my name-" She pauses and laughs harder, "somebody come wipe my face, I'm laughing tears here- my name is April but I was born in March!" Her laugh escalates to her throwing her head back as the once contagious sound just sounds....insane.

"Moving on." The detective shakes his head when her hysterics cool down. "When did your plan of-"

"Where's Nicole?" April breaks again, face deadly serious as if she wasn't just laughing about her ironic name and birthdate. "I-I haven't seen her since Hell in a Cell... Where is she? Is she ok?"

"As long as she's far away from you, she'll be safe." Vince spat with venom.

"Don't say that! Only I know what's best for her!" She shouts and makes the police alert.

"I recommend you calm down Miss Mendez or you will be put to sleep." The detective warns, the anesthesiologist not too far from the group.

AJ starts to cry. "Come on, I did all of this for her, the least I can do is see her."

"We have a confession there." Detective Chambers scribbles quickly on his notepad.

"I didn't explicitly confess to anything officer. I could've been mentioning me being interrogated in my own home wearing a straitjacket without a warrant."

He clears his throat, seeing that he's lost that one. "Very well. Now, when did you start the plan of sabotaging Nicole Garcia-Colace aka Nikki Bella's career in wrestling for World Wrestling Entertainment, also known as WWE?"

"Quick question, why are you phrasing the questions like that? Why not leave it at Nikki Bella and WWE?" Stephanie asks incredulous.

"So when this is played in court as evidence, there will be no gray areas for questioning."

The McMahons nod.

"I didn't sabotage anything of Nicole's. I loved her. I just wanted to be with her more. I couldn't get injured as a Board member, and I thought that if Nicole got injured, that I'd take time off of work to nurse her back. She was far in her prime to have wanted to retire like I did."

"I could've considered it."

Everyone looks over and the policemen separate to show Nicole past the threshold, brace around her neck and the small Alexa Bliss carrying Nikki's luggage.

"Nicole!" April hops up but is sat and held down by the police, "Let me go! I need to feel her please! Let me go!"

"I'm not letting you touch me, April." Nikki steps aside, Alexa tripping over her feet and slamming the luggage down on the floor to prevent from falling. She looks around at the extra company, "Can you continue your investigation later? This is a long overdue talk."