Chapter 3 : Week One (Tuesday)

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AJ Lee

Tonight, I was scheduled to cut a promo against Nikki Bella. Stephanie & Paul gave me the chance to cut the promo however I want, and I know how. What I loved most about this promo is that I could hurt Paige as well, which is perfect for our plan to sabotage Team Authority before they try to sabotage us. Maybe Brie is right, Dean is brilliant. I got changed into my old 'Love Bites' cut-out crop top, light blue jeans shorts and my favorite pair of spider-black Chuck Taylor's. I tied my hair into pigtails, applied light make-up and prepped up for my appearance tonight. The show would be starting in a few minutes so I decided to stay back for a while and play some mobile games on my phone, I dug my hands under the pockets of my shorts and took out my phone. I opened it and a message from Punk popped up, I sighed and opened the message.

AJ, please be careful tonight. I love you so much, please come home when you can. Courtney misses you already. <3

I sighed and replied back.

I love you too Punk, please tell Courtney I'll be home for Thanksgiving. <3

A few minutes later, he replied.

That's great to hear honey. Good luck out there. <3

I closed the 'messages' app and went to the 'photos' app of my phone, there I saw Punk, Courtney and me in a family photo. Courtney is Punk & my six month year old daughter, she's a really bubbly and joyfully baby until Punk & I found out that she had tuberculosis and kidney cancer ever since she was still in my womb. Since then, she's been in the hospital but she recently got released and is now living at our home in Chicago. I just wish that I was there with her right now, she needs her parents to look out for her but I'm here and Punk is busy with his new job as a comic book writer.

I sighed and kept my phone in the pockets of my bag. I walked out of the locker room and went to the catering area, I sniffled and wiped the tears away as I walked past some worried crew members checking on me. Then, I bumped into someone and stumbled down to the floor. More tears streamed down my face, I wiped them all off and stood back up. I then went face-to-face with a mortal enemy of mine.

"You should watch where you're going, crybaby!" Paige spat as she dusted herself off.

I sniffled and walked away from her, I am not really in the mood for her little games. She then grabbed my hair and pulled me back to where I was originally standing, I winced in pain but tried to keep the tears away. I am so NOT crying right in front of her, she'd just mess with my head more if I do.

"You don't walk away from me when I'm talking. Got it, pipsqueak?" She warned as she glared at me.

I looked at her blankly and sniffled softly, "Let me ask you something, Paige; was that suppose to be a threat?"

"Grr... You get on my nerves every freaking time!" She growled.

"Let me get these words in your head; you don't scare me, Paige. You never did. All you do is talk but do you ever do them? You threaten to hurt me badly if I mess with you, do you ever hurt me? You're just talk, Paige. Your little girl games about getting into my head is seriously tiring now. Don't you have anything else to say or do? Are you so desperate and bored that you try to mess with me, screwing my matches and laughing it all off like it was a joke? Well, let me slap you with a little bit of reality. Okay? You're pathetic, you're a cheap and coward girl that screws people in matches so they could be the hero of the day. Try thinking for once, Paige. Try thinking through those cheap hair extensions on your head." I spat as I shoulder-bumped her and walked away.

"You bitch!" She growled.

I stopped dead on my tracks and turned to her, "Yes, I'm a bitch. But this bitch worked her ass off just to get here. I don't have any family members who once worked at this company, unlike you. You're a second generation, while I'm a no generation diva. But do I hear myself crying at night saying 'Why can't I be Divas Champion?'. We all get it, you're the Divas Champion. You don't need to kiss anyone's ass here anymore, you can be Diva of the Year if you want." I rolled my eyes and managed to walk away from her.

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