AN: This story is set in no timeline in particular, just at some point within AJ Lee's title reign, which may or may not last until night of champions.
And I can, as Champion, pick whoever I want. "AJ lee skipped around the ring, looking at the crowd. She was told to pick a fan from the audience. Her eyes centered on a rather healthy looking girl in the stands, just before the section the superstars called the cheap seats. AJ grinned. Her ample frame would look great slung around the ring. "I Choose Her!" She yelled, pointing.
Let's not get this confused. The girl in question was 5'10", and weighed about 200 pounds. Not morbidly obese, but still overweight. She wore the weight well by wearing outfits that made her look as if she weighed less, but even still. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses, not because she was blind, but because she was ashamed of her eyes. AJ Chuckled as the girl made her way to ringside. The crowd booed, and as the girl accepted the challenge, AJ began to smirk in amusement. One black widow and this girl would be a slobbering mess. The bell rang and AJ Began throwing punches. The crowd booed as the fan crumbled into a ball to keep her face safe from the blows.
All at once, there was a low rumble heard from this fan's chest. It was as if the blows flipped a switch, and the fan rose to her full height. A full eight inches above AJ Lee, she balled up her chubby fists, which looked like miniatures of the big show's fists, and punched AJ firmly in the temple for the two count. AJ lee slid from the ring, and as the count reached five, she remembered count outs gave a title change. She slipped back in, and applied a black widow. The fan, however, snarled, and fell sideways, a move that took a bit of the stress off her arms and at the same time, pinned AJ's shoulders to the mat. AJ smirked, thinking the fan was tapping as she felt smacks to the mat. Wait, why were there only three? Fuck.
The fan had managed to pin the champion, so rightfully, she was the new champion. The Announcer, the bell ringer, both announcer tables were stunned to silence, and the ref raised her hand in victory. She stayed for a brief moment, and then grabbed the belt and walked to the back. The fan was not someone who hated the way things were in corporate. She understood that corporate needed the title to make the division relevant, and was more than willing to cooperate.
She approached the office of the GM, surprised to find Hunter in the office. He had been watching the match with astonishment. She expressed her wishes to stay on and fight for her title, and the two reached an agreement, that if they changed the belt so the title had a white strap, she would work exclusively for the wwe, but she had no performance contract. She could leave at any time, and did not have to agree to take a loss. The end result of the negotiations was something both parties could be proud of. As the crowd booed AJ Lee, an unfamiliar tune played: Lucy hale's bless myself.
As the chorus hit, The New DIva's Champion stood on the apron. She wore a corset like shirt and an A line skirt past her knees. She stepped in the ring and her music faded. AJ lee insisted she get her rematch, but once again, she underestimated her opponent. Layla came out to ringside to distract the new champion, and tripped over her own feet. Out of concern, AJ looked over towards her friend, allowing the new Diva's champion to sock her straight in the temple. She effortlessly got the three count, and the audience ate it up. She strolled to the back with a confident smirk.
When she reached the back, she was congratulated on her second victory by none other than John Cena.