AJ Lee stood in the ring next to Vince McMahon. She stood with her hands together, she just couldn't look up as Vince was announcing to the crowd that she was about to tell them what had become of the meeting she had had with the WWE Board of Directors.
'Because of allegations of my fraternizing with a superstar in the roster…" She paused, 'I'm hereby resigning from General Manager of Raw." The crowd broke out in a mix of cheers and boos. Her face started to tense. "And I just want to say that these allegations, are completely false. But I understand that I could've been fired a long time ago. I could've been fired when I attacked Vickie or attacked Paul Heyman. And I know that someone my decisions have been unorthodox. And some people may consider me mentally unstable. But I just…' At this moment she tried to maintain a professional composure. "I just…I think some people like a crazy chick." The crowd cheered. "And I know this is coming to an end. I don't know if you all know my story, but…I basically started from nothing. I went from living in cars, and motels, and scrapping for food day to day to being the boss. And you guys accepted me, so I just wanted to thank you guys for every second, because I've loved every second of this job…thank you." AJ quickly gave the mic back to Vince, because she knew she would've started to cry.
But if all this wasn't bad enough. What came next, twisted the knife in her stomach. Vince announced a new "Managing Supervisor" of Raw, Vickie Guerrero. AJ crossed her arms and closed her eyes, trying to pretend she hadn't just heard that.
Vickie's "excuse mes" weren't strong enough to silence the crowd. The people's booing continued as she started her speech of gratitude and appreciation. And it only got louder as she started to dig into AJ.
"I knew from the beginning that you weren't right for this job,' she pointed her finger. AJ already had a mix of anger and sadness in her eyes. "Your immaturity and your little girl dress clothes is not for a role of authority. I on the other hand, am a woman of mature, wise and I have the experience to run Monday Night Raw. That is why the Directors believe in me to run this show." AJ lowered her head and nodded. "Oh! And these allegations, they're not only fraternizing with the talent. You had an affair!" Her eyes now raised to look at Vickie in the eyes with such venom. 'And you disgust me! So I need you to go back stage and pack up your Barbie dolls and get out."
The last vessel burst inside AJ. She once again found herself launching at Vickie. She swung, she clawed, she kicked, as the two rolled around in the ring. Vickie managed to roll out of the ring, while AJ tried to catch her breath and compose herself. Vickie only continuously pointed and shouted to the incoming referees that the girl was crazy.
John approaches AJ backstage. Santino takes it as a cue and says goodbye. John stood above AJ in his pink cap and rise against cancer shirt. He was for a loss of words. All he could say was:
"If there's ever anything you need, if there's anything I can do for you…you let me know."
"Thank you, I still can't believe any of this," she said, "I mean I know there's a lot of things that I should've been fired for, and I said that out there, but not for this, I-…John…Vickie said I had an affair."
"Yeah and you just let it go…that's what I don't get-…. I mean she said that. That's how all these rumours start, it's all he said, she said. So give me a name, I'll get him from the locker room—
"John."
"We'll prove that nothing means nothing, it's just allegations, and you'll get your job back—
"John."
"It's that easy, you just gave up out there—
"John." John stopped and let her speak. "It was you."
John froze, he turned silent. "Wait—what?'
"That's why I didn't fight when the board asked me to resign. I didn't want to drag your name into this."
"Drag my name-…. wait you're talking about that business dinner we had? It was business. How can someone make something out of that?"
AJ breathed heavily into her hands, clenching her hair in her hands. "I don't know, but someone did and they went to the board. We're in a situation now. And I didn't want it to get to this, and it's a mess now and I don't know what to do. I'm so sorry." Her eyes started to fill with tears and her voice trembled.
John wrapped his arms around her and put his chin on her head. "Don't worry, I'm going to fix it. I'll take care of it."
John made his way into the parking lot. He caught Vince before he could leave the arena in his limo.
"So let me get this straight, Vickie Guerrero comes to with some bogus story about AJ and myself, and not only do you believe it, you give her AJ's job?"
"There was some incriminating evidence—
"What a business dinner? You've never had a business dinner?'
Vince shuffled nervously. "Look, John. There was a buildup of things. AJ was on probation. Something would've happened sooner or later. It was only a matter of time—
"Oh, so now you're using that as an excuse?" John cut him off, not caring about the corporate bullshit that he was being fed at that moment. "What about Vickie?"
"It is what it is…"
John watched furiously as the limo drove off. He turned and walked off, as he knew where his next stop was.
(GM Office)
"Can I help you, John?"
"Can you help me? Cut the crap—
"Hold on, do not talk to me like that, may I remind you that I am the managing supervisor."
John clenched his fists, he took a deep breath. "You…are a lot of things. But I'll just call you a backstabbing liar, and that is being very polite."
"Do not give me attitude because your little girlfriend, AJ, cannot separate business from pleasure."
"Vickie…it was a business dinner, nothing more than that. You cost that girl her job, a job that she loved."
"The reality is you asked AJ out on a date on Raw and then ended up having dinner with her. The reality is…you," she placed a finger on his puffed up chest, "cost AJ her job."
John didn't say anything more. As much as he hated to admit it. He did start to feel guilty. That it was his fault that he put his friend in this situation. He turned around and walked out of the office. He walked down the hallways of the arena, his insides were fuming. When he reached the men's locker room. He took of his cap and flung it away, along with wristband. A raw Irish accent came up from behind,
"Alright, fella?" It was Seamus, looking concerned for his co-worker.
"Yeah, fella,fella! If that woman was a fella I swear I'd knock her into next week."
Seamus knew who John was referring to. He'd saw what had happened out in the ring. And he knew John and AJ were close friends.
"Look, pal, just don't let her get under your skin," he said, "she's not worth the stress of it."
John just shook his head. He turned and walked back out the locker room. As he turned the corner, he almost ran into AJ.
"AJ."
"Hey…are you ok?"
"It-…Vickie's just determined to ruin things for you and Vince's just going along with all the crap she's saying. But don't worry, we'll figure something out—
"John, I just-…" She put her face in her hand. "I need you to just…let it be. It's already done."
"What? No, no, I'm not going to do that! AJ, we're not going to let her get away with this. I mean look how she was attacking you with all that—
"John, please, don't make this harder," she pleaded as softly as she could, "I don't want you to get into trouble too. I did what had to be done. You're the face of the industry, I don't want to ruin things for you."
"AJ…. come on…that's—
"John, please…leave it." She walked away.
"AJ, I— "He buried his face in his hands and groaned. He had a feeling, this was only the start of things.
A/N- OK, so here's a little back story. When I was small, back in the 90s, I was a hugeee wrestling fan. A bit of tomboy. Back in the day where Stone Cold, The Rock, Angle, The Alliance feud was happening and such, etc. But Iove the idea of Cena and AJ together, I find them a better match than Cena with Nikki Bella. So I decided to try my hand at a story like this. Please read, review, and let me know if you want me to continue. Cheers!- Danielle