"And your winner, and still Divas Champion, Paige!"
The Anti-Diva smiled, clutched her retained title, and skipped around the ring, mocking the trembling AJ Lee in the ring. This was the first time AJ had failed to reacquire the title, and she was not taking the loss well. Watching Paige blow her kisses as she skipped out of the arena made AJ's blood boil, but she had to keep her 'crazy chic' in check. It had been awhile since she'd had an incident, and she didn't want to risk one anytime soon. She had to get back her baby, and she'd be fine.
The music went dead, and the arena was filled with the sounds of murmuring fans. Boos were tossed around, as they always were. Strands of hair fell over the diva's face, and she could feel everybody's eyes on her, watching her and judging her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but before anybody could realize it, the arena blackened. Fans gasped in surpise, turning on their phones to lighten the area. Startled, AJ rose to her feet, stumbling towards the middle of the ring. Was this an attack? She hadn't made many friends, it could be anybody.
A whistle echoed throughout the arena, and chills went up the Diva's spine. She felt unprotected without her belt, nothing to grip. AJ braced for impact, waiting for a blast to the face. The silence continued, until, laughter? The jumbotron lit up, and AJ stared up at the back of the only person she didn't suspect: Bray Wyatt. The man turned to face her, smiling, with his two followers on either side of him.
"They say...they say you're crazy, AJ," his laughter continued, a contrast to the blank faces of the men beside him, "Well, I say you're passionate. I say you're gifted, AJ, I say you're a queen, and I'm asking you, I'm begging you, to come home...and rule."
The girl glared up at Bray. She felt herself twitching, she had never been a fan of that word, crazy. He had called her passionate, but was that any better? They stared eachother down, and the arena darkened once more. A spotlight fell over the ring, and Bray was standing in front of the Diva. She jumped, and scrambled backwards. With Luke Harper and Erick Rowan behind her, she had nowhere to run. Bray smiled down at her.
AJ tried her best not to show any sort of fear, but the shock of realizing she might not be the craziest in the company was overpowering, and she had to stop herself from breathing too quickly. The larger man extended a hand, and AJ was reluctant to take it. She hesitated, but reached up and let him help her up. He looked at her, and his eyes smiled. He made a small noise, and whispered,
"Abigail."
